Ding!
The sound of the sword's cry shot straight toward Chen Yi!
When Chen Yi "heard" it, the killing intent had already reached him.
He still held the teacup in his hand, seemingly oblivious, as if he, like those spies, could not see the way of killing and taking lives in an instant, about to have his head fly off his neck.
The tea in the cup splashed, and the ripples slightly calmed.
Ching lang!
With a piercing loud crash, a ripple spread sideways between the two people atop the Three Pure Ones Hall from the dispersing Peiran Sword Energy. It spread out, tearing apart layers of tiles into dust wherever it passed, leaving the entire rooftop of the Three Pure Ones Hall unrecognizable.
Master Yunzhou's white-haired face slightly lifted, his vestment robe fluttering in the fierce wind, his pupils contracted, and then his figure suddenly blurred.
Just at the moment his figure faded away.
Rumble!
