Seeing Zuo Qiuming's current state, Chu Yi revealed a very satisfied smile.
"How about it? Zuo Qiuming, I'm asking you, are you convinced now?"
How could Zuo Qiuming be convinced?
He was spitting blood while mumbling, "I don't believe it, this must be a dream, how is this possible?"
Chu Yi's Qi Realm level was at least two whole levels lower than Zuo Qiuming's.
Based on previous examples, Chu Yi should have already been beaten into a pulp.
But now, the situation was exactly the opposite.
Chu Yi was quite patient: "How about we have another round?"
As he spoke, Chu Yi stuffed a Hui Xuan Pill into his mouth.
When he turned back to look at Zuo Qiuming, he heard a "gulp" sound and saw Zuo Qiuming fall straight to the ground, unconscious.
"Ah ha, that move."
Chu Yi crouched down and patted Zuo Qiuming's chest.
Zuo Qiuming's breath was already very weak.
"Very good."
Chu Yi nodded, then he stripped all the clothes off Zuo Qiuming's body and turned out his Storage Bag.
