The three elders, upon hearing this, looked coldly at Qin Yi and his group, their aura sweeping around as they exerted pressure.
Yun Mengyao and Ran Zitong once again felt the pressure, as their Qi and blood surged.
Qin Yi frowned, let out a light hum, and at the same time, purple light flickered around him.
The three elders all let out a muffled groan, their expressions turning into shock.
Because with Qin Yi's sweep, their pressure was directly shattered.
Yun Mengyao couldn't help but sneer, "Your cultivation isn't high, but your momentum is substantial. Truly, a full bottle makes no sound but a half-bottle sways."
The three elders' faces turned even uglier, becoming rather sinister, and there was even murder in their gaze towards Yun Mengyao.
