"Perform the Remote Bull Smashing for us."
Qin Yi's lips curled slightly, then purple light swirled around his palm as he raised his hand and smashed the brick in his hand outwards.
The brick transformed into a black light, shooting out explosively.
White Tiger was taken aback. What kind of brick is this? How can it be unafraid of the storm from the spiritual artifact's explosive tremor?
Shi Nanshu and Yue Changjian, one on the left and one on the right, were supporting Mu Zhang and turned to leave.
Shi Nanshu was so frustrated he wanted to vomit blood, wearing an expression of great pain. That sword was a mid-grade spiritual artifact and it was destroyed just like that.
Nonetheless, he acted decisively.
They couldn't even deal with one White Tiger, let alone with Qin Yi joining the fray.
If they didn't explode the spiritual artifact, all three of them might have lost their lives.
