The faces of the Sword Sect members went pale with fright, their hearts thumping wildly.
Firstly, they feared Qin Yi. Secondly, because the deceased was Chen Zhengrong, the grandson of Chen Miao, the Sword Sect's Seventh Elder, they would surely be punished upon return.
However, one could say they were overthinking. Whether they could return depended entirely on Qin Yi's mood.
Yu Zhaohe raised his head to look at Qin Yi and roared: "You actually dared to kill Young Master Chen; you've stirred up trouble. The Sword Sect won't spare you. No matter who you are, you'll pay the price."
Qin Yi sneered, "The Sword Sect won't spare me? You should ask whether I'll spare the Sword Sect. More importantly, what you should be considering now is whether you can leave here alive."
Yu Zhaohe's expression changed drastically.
Qin Yi flicked his finger lightly, and a sharp light shot forth.
It was another small melon seed.
