"Zhi Yuanbai, beneath the stars, I am supreme. You dare to use my family to threaten me? You're courting death."
Qin Yi roared angrily, his entire being ferocious beyond compare, raising his hand to strike down, wild thunder tearing through the clouds and crashing onto the ground.
Zhi Yuanbai howled, dragging his battered body to constantly evade the bombardment of wild thunder. He could not afford to take more wounds, or he truly might fall here.
He was someone capable of dueling with the Azure Dragon and others, someone who survived the battle of Luoshen Mountain. If he were to die at the hands of a junior, not only would his lifetime of fame be destroyed instantly, but the entire lineage of Qi Refiners in the Southern Country would never be able to hold their heads up again.
He hated Qin Yi intensely, this cunning and deceitful junior, who actually plotted against him to this extent. Except for the battle at Luoshen Mountain, when had he ever been so miserable?
