Their faces were all twisted into cold sneers.
Now, even if Xu Yang had three heads and six arms, even wings wouldn't help him escape.
Zhao Hong grinned at Mr. Qin, "Mr. Qin, this bastard's arrogance knows no bounds. What should we do with him?"
Qin Qian replied indifferently, "A direct disciple of Dan Qi, a core disciple of the Black Fire Immortal Mountain, naturally cannot die here; but though he's spared from death, he won't escape punishment!"
Here, no one took note.
He made no effort to hide it anymore.
His hatred for Xu Yang ran bone-deep!
If he didn't torment him, how could he be satisfied?
"Xu Yang, you probably haven't tasted the Cold Technique of my Ice and Snow Immortal Palace yet."
Qin Qian smiled sinisterly, "With the severe cold, I'll first freeze your flesh and blood—even your immortal energy won't break the ice; then comes your Dantian, your Immortal Seed, and your Primordial Spirit."
