The ten Martial Artists of the Venerable Realm didn't underestimate Qin Li for his youth. Adhering to the principle that even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, the ten of them surrounded him, intending to kill him in a single blow!
The air distorted violently from the powerful fluctuations of Primordial Power. As the ten figures moved, the flagstone-paved ground beneath them cracked like a spiderweb, the fissures spreading in all directions in a shocking display.
Some of the incredibly hard flagstones were even pulverized directly into dust!
Such power gave off the feeling that they could crush and destroy anything in their path.
Qin Li, looking as if he had drunk too much, stared blankly at the savage faces rushing toward him.
These Outer Disciples of Lengqiu Palace, with their Purple Eyes bloodline, failed to notice that Qin Li's pupils showed no sign of constricting with tension. Instead, the corner of his mouth curled into a disdainful smirk.
