"*Pfft!*
Caught completely off guard, Tang Yi spat out a mouthful of fresh blood instantly.
This yin force, sinuous and exceedingly insidious, somehow penetrated Tang Yi's protective aura, striking his body shrewdly.
"This is for you, daring to lay hands on a member of my Penglai Pavilion. It's just a tiny punishment,"
With a sweep of his long sleeves, the Pavilion Master of Penglai appeared very domineering as he said, "The reason I don't kill you now is simply because my disciple, Jiang Zikun, wishes to take your life with his own hands. Just wait to die at his hands!"
"Heh,"
A trace of blood lingered on the corner of Tang Yi's mouth as he looked at the Pavilion Master indifferently, and coldly chuckled, "Is that so?"
"Either kill me now, or in the future, I will certainly obliterate your Penglai Pavilion myself, to repay this grudge of a single finger point today!"
"Hmm?"
