Qin Yi burst out of the storm, shadowing the backward-flying Heng Li, and swung a vicious kick straight at his face.
Heng Li was beside himself with rage, his old face twisted, hideous and terrifying.
Just now, Qin Yi's kick hadn't landed on the back of his head, but on his shoulder instead.
Even so, for Heng Li, this was a humiliation carved into his bones.
He stabilized himself mid-flight, terrifying black Qi condensing in his palm. With a lift of his hand, he slapped, and a sword of condensed black Qi shot toward Qin Yi like a bolt.
"Pff!"
The black sword flashed across the air like a streak of black lightning, vanishing in an instant as it directly pierced through Qin Yi's body.
Heng Li's face split into a vicious grin of satisfaction.
"Did you really think a sneak attack would catch this old man off guard and let you escape death?"
