"Just the Sword Momentum leaking out already has such a terrifying sense of oppression… just what realm is the person inside this cave mansion?"
Qin Yuanfei was shocked to the core, his face turning incomparably grave, no longer the slightest trace of his former calm and ease.
"But thinking about it, I'm afraid I can't escape today anyway, so I might as well drag this brat down with me!"
With that thought, Qin Yuanfei suddenly gritted his teeth, immediately exerting his full strength to resist the Sword Momentum pressing down on him, straining with all his might to stab the golden needle in his hand toward Sun Zhe's temple.
"Little thief, die!"
"Scram."
A cold shout suddenly exploded in the void.
Qin Yuanfei instantly felt excruciating pain all over his body, the five fingers of the hand holding the needle being sliced off by Sword Qi in an instant.
The next moment, a waft of fragrance rushed into his nose.
