Qingcang's eyes were filled with malice, staring fixedly at Qin Yi, the lack of a nose made him appear even more ferocious.
Qin Yi merely gave a faint smile, saying, "The people I intend to kill have never lived this long."
"Qingcang, it's time for you to die."
A terrifying Purple Light surged out from Qin Yi, as if connected to the might of heaven and earth.
Underneath the terrifying pressure, Qingcang's waist involuntarily bent down.
Qingcang roared in anger, "Qin Yi, you wish to kill me, dreaming. I've cultivated for over two hundred years, dying by the hands of a junior like you, I won't rest in peace."
"Then I can only say, these two hundred years have been wasted living as a dog."
Qin Yi sneered coldly, slowly raising his hand, causing heaven and earth to roar.
The terrifying Purple Light seemed like a dreadful giant hand, the air violently churned and twisted.
"Boom!"
The storm swept, the ground trembled.
