"You've lost!"
Xiao Yi's face bore a cold hue, as the sharp point of the Fire Qilin Sword rested against Qin Yu's throat.
A mere sweep of the blade.
And Qin Yu would be no more than a corpse.
Gurgle!
Qin Yu swallowed spit, his Adam's apple moving slightly against the tip of the Fire Qilin Sword, easily splitting open his skin—both a chilling sensation and the scalding of fresh blood fused together, sweeping over him with the breath of death.
"Don't, don't kill me…" Qin Yu stammered.
Now that he had lost the Martial Dao Divine Fruit, he was nothing more than a cripple.
Even the Blood Demon Battle Body could no longer repair his physique.
Xiao Yi, having used the Blood Explosion Skill, looked somewhat pale but regarded him coldly, "Give me a reason not to kill you!"
Qin Yu's complexion changed repeatedly, "I, I can serve you like Yu Huaxian, be your dog..."
The higher one climbs, the more afraid of death one becomes.
