At this moment, Qin Yu's battle intent had almost reached its peak.
This pure internal qi swept across the entire street.
Yan Jinyao's brows were tightly knitted together. He sneered and said, "Qin Yu, don't think that I don't know anything."
"You relied on the power of a Martial Saint to come and challenge me? Do you think that I will fall for it?"
Qin Yu sneered. "Do I need the power of a Martial Saint to kill you?"
"Great! The power of a Martial Saint will disappear one day. At that time, you will die!" Yan Jinyao also shouted.
"It's a deal." Qin Yu said coldly.
"Yan Sihai, don't think about Yan Ruoxue anymore. Cherish the last time you have with your son."
After saying this, Qin Yu turned around and left.
"Qin Yu, are you really not going to hand them over?!" Yan Sihai couldn't help but shout.
"F * ck you, get lost!" Qin Yu scolded without even turning his head.
