"Senior… Senior, please spare us! Senior, please spare us!"
Thump! Thump!
In the blink of an eye, all the disciples of the Thousand Blood Sect knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Qi Ming to beg for mercy. They were submissive and trembling. Their faces were bloodless and pale.
They already understood that Qi Ming was not an existence they could provoke.
Unfortunately…
It was already too late.
"Spare you?" Qi Ming smiled indifferently, "I don't think it's necessary."
Qi Ming waved his right hand and circulated his Dharmic powers. An invisible Tribulation Qi surged out of his palm and spread out like a fan.
"Attack!"
"Let's fight it out with him!"
"Demon Blood Banner!"
"Thousand Ghost Myriad Devouring Needle!"
"…"
