Han Yi rises on his sword, before he has even swung it.
Three hundred meters away, Wen Zhen and Pang Li exchange a glance. They both see the seriousness and murderous intent towards Han Yi in each other's eyes.
At this moment, they both perceive Han Yi as a life-and-death enemy.
But both of them are Gold Core cultivators. They've lived for more than a century and have experienced countless battles. Unless they really have no other choice, they wouldn't flee.
Seeing Han Yi swing his sword, Wen Zhen hums heavily, the killing intent in his eyes surges again. He raises the Golden Thunder Ruler again, transforming it into a gigantic ruler reaching the sky. It radiates a golden aura as if an Immortal God from the ninth heaven descended to dispense divine punishment.
Boom!
