Qin Yi looked coldly at the bald man from the Vajra Sect below, who was wailing, with contempt all over his face.
He didn't dislike truly bad people, but he really hated these fake good people.
Such people are despicable and shameless, insidious and ruthless, definitely hypocrites.
This baldy clearly wanted to kill him, yet spoke so righteously.
"Vajra Body, walking alone in the world, ha..."
Qin Yi sneered disdainfully, "It seems like your Vajra Body is nothing special, even your Holy Buddha cannot protect you. I'll send you off to meet your Holy Buddha, no need to thank me."
Dazzling purple Qi swirled around Qin Yi's fist.
With a punch, a purple Fist Mark erupted from his fist, expanded wildly in the wind, and transformed into the size of a millstone, crashing down toward the wailing bald man.
"Stop!"
A black-robed figure from the Netherworld Clan shouted sharply.
At the same time, black mist rolled in front of the bald man, and a figure manifested.
