Qin Yi wasted no words, slapped down with his palm, and with a boom, the ground sank, turning the stone bricks into powder.
Wei Tianlai let out a piercing scream, with half of his body sinking into the ground.
He howled in agony, blood foam bubbling out of his mouth. Qin Yi's cultivation horrified him; he had no strength to resist, as most of the bones in his body were shattered by Qin Yi's palm.
"Wei Tianlai, that day you all banded together to attack me, breaking my bones and tendons. Today, I'll let you taste that feeling."
Qin Yi raised a hand and with a pull, the sword from the rack fell into his hand.
"Zheng!"
The longsword was unsheathed, the sword Qi flowing, and the blade emitted a hum.
"Good sword!"
This is a low-grade holy artifact.
A casual swing, and a flash of cold light passed by.
"Screech!"
Wei Tianlai was momentarily stunned, sensing something wrong. Looking down, he saw his left foot separated from his body.
