Qin Yu rode on his flying sword, like a golden beam of light, piercing through the currents, and headed straight toward the southwest.
"Green Dragon Palace, Bishui Mansion. Your scheming sounds quite impressive, but..." Qin Yu, riding the flying sword, his eyes flickering with intelligent light, "I am not as eager for safety as you think I am. If that's the case, let's make the scene even grander."
Once fused with the flying sword, Qin Yu's speed could reach its extreme, even Di Long, the fastest of the seven surviving princes in the Nine Evil Hall, couldn't compare, lagging behind by thirty to forty percent.
However, at this moment, Qin Yu's speed was only slightly faster than that of Di Long.
Of course, that was intentional on Qin Yu's part.
