Jin Shufeng's face was twisted with a grimace, and he sneered, "Of course I'm serious. That little head, with a gentle twist, and the neck snaps with a crack, easier than killing a chicken."
In Qin Yi's eyes, a strange red light appeared, and his killing intent was as tangible as reality, making the air around instantly thick and solidified.
Jin Shufeng's expression changed, a trace of surprise flashing across his face.
"It seems you've killed quite a few people too, otherwise you wouldn't have such terrifying killing intent. But I've killed no fewer than you."
With that, a horrifying killing intent also surged from Jin Shufeng's body, as tangible as reality, competing head-to-head with Qin Yi's.
Qin Yi's eyes narrowed to a pinprick. This was the first time he encountered someone whose killing intent could stand on equal footing with his own.
"I promised my friend I'd rescue Qingqing. You've made me go back on my word. In that case, I'll tear you into pieces."
