"Insignificant."
Lin Wan's face was filled with shock, for she thought Chu Yi had been injured.
But unexpectedly, the masked man fell stiffly to the ground.
"Thump—"
The man spat out a large mouthful of black blood, eliciting a slight smile from Chu Yi.
It seemed the man was beyond saving.
The Immortal Crane landed steadily on the ground, while Chu Yi leisurely walked over to the masked man's side.
"You..."
The masked man seemed unwilling to accept his fate, still pointing his finger at Chu Yi, looking very tragic and wrathful.
"What, do you have any last words you wish to entrust?"
"You've gotten yourself into big trouble!"
The masked man was stubborn to the end, something Chu Yi had not anticipated.
"Oh? I'm not sure what trouble you speak of, but you are certainly headed for the dispersal of your Primordial Spirit."
A grin crept across Chu Yi's face, and then the Blood Sword appeared in his hand!
