Qin Yi sneered disdainfully, "Threaten me? Then you are threatening the wrong person; the last thing I'm afraid of is threats."
Lao Lata's eyes darkened, "Kid, I admit my cultivation is decent. But it's just decent."
"Is that so? Seems you've made up your mind to stop me from killing Yin Xiyuan and the others. Anyone who blocks me is my enemy. No need to waste words, let's see the truth by our hands."
With those words, Qin Yi's aura surged wildly, filled with battle intent.
Lao Lata frowned, "Truly stubborn! Old man will teach you, arrogant brat, a lesson."
Qin Yi snorted coldly, his wings flapped, circling around Lao Lata like a swimming dragon, moving at an incredible speed.
His fists were like violent storm and rain, fist marks burst out from his fists, expanding with the wind, growing to the size of a millstone.
Lao Lata coldly snorted, surrounded by white light, forming a protective Gang Qi.
"Boom boom...!"
