The Evil Spirit Army surrounded Yu TianQee.
Qin Chen's footsteps halted at a distance of one zhang away.
"Now, how does this feeling of despair feel like? Familiar?!"
Qin Chen's cold eyes looked at Yu TianQee through the mask and said.
Previously, wasn't Yu TianQee just relying on the tower, acting recklessly, unreasonably, forcing him to leave an arm behind?
And also Liuw Yifan.
Forcing Liuw Yifan, the dignified Heavenly Blade Saint Sect's Saint Heir, to not dare return to the Sect to cultivate.
And many things Qin Chen did not know about.
Yu TianQee's seemingly clean hands, who knew how much innocent, sordid, resentful blood they were stained with!
Yu TianQee's eyes stared intensely at the only exposed eyes of Qin Chen, feeling a sense of familiarity even though it was just a pair of eyes.
Especially Qin Chen's statement.
Immediately made Yu TianQee realize that this mysterious person might be someone he knew!
But it makes sense.
