"What do you suppose I am?"
Zhou Yi's figure moved like a specter, as mighty True Qi transformed into a palm, pulling Ji Yue to his front.
Capturing Dragon Technique.
A skillful manipulation of True Qi that could grasp objects from afar.
Average masters would use it to retrieve swords or deal with third-rate Martial Artists, looking cool and stylish.
Zhou Yi's True Qi surged like the sea, once unleashed it roared like waves, and a supreme master like Ji Yue was rendered utterly powerless — truly turning decay into magic.
"Now, let me tell you that I am His Majesty's knife, specifically for killing people. Commander Ji, do you think I dare to kill you?"
"Hehehe..."
Ji Yue's face turned red with restraint, wanting to retort defiantly, but feeling unnerved deep down.
The pressure on his neck grew heavier, nearly hearing his bones creaking. If he enraged Eunuch Yi further, this day next year would become his death anniversary.
