"Mr. Pei, if you still possess divine might, then cut off my head, Qi Zhiran's head." He paused, "Otherwise, allow me to take your head."
Ji Jiuying and Shi Zanxue stood outside the door.
Neither of them spoke.
The previous speculation had come true, and the real weight bore down at this moment.
Of course, all words were meaningless. Since he stood here, he had already made a choice, choosing to confront Pei Ye, who was struggling to survive, over Yang Yifeng, who was in his prime.
Before seeing that legendary sword capable of cutting down the Sky Tower, he would not leave.
The last quarter of the Mysterious Qi also vanished.
Only two distinct footsteps approached.
"...What's going on?"
Unable to see the outside through the carriage curtain, in the silent compartment, Pei Ye whispered.
"The 'Qi' has been completely severed," Nandu said.
"What do you mean?"
