"Kid, you're quite arrogant!"
"Dare to offend the Hall of the Reaper, you just wait!"
The black-clad leader was intimidated by the murderous aura emanating from Tang Yi, not daring to make a move.
Knowing he was no match for Tang Yi, he dropped a couple of threatening remarks and turned, attempting to jump away and escape.
But with a flick of his wrist, Tang Yi drew a Golden Needle from his waist, transforming it into a streak of cold light that shot forth like lightning.
With a 'pfft' sound, it pierced directly from the back of the leader's head through to his forehead.
"Could you trouble Alliance Leader Ren to clean up the battlefield, the day after tomorrow at the Martial Arts Festival, I will personally attend."
Tang Yi left behind those words, then drifted away.
At this point, there was no need to even look at the Reaper's Post.
There was no need to pursue the person behind it either.
Everything would become clear when the time came.
