I grant you death!
When Su Yi spoke those words, Xun Wuyuan froze.
This guy, he... he...
For a time, Xun Wuyuan could not find the words to describe how he felt.
Too arrogant!
That was a Half-Step Eternal Grandmaster of their Greedy Wolf Dao Court!!
What Immortal Realm cultivator would dare utter such madness?
Yue Qiong's eyes, brilliant as divine flames, narrowed slightly. Then he smiled. "I guarantee I won't run."
As he spoke, he flicked his sleeve and threw out a simple punch.
Boom!
Within this world that resembled a great furnace, boundless divine flames surged into that punch, forming an indescribably terrifying fist force that smashed viciously toward Su Yi.
It was like heavenly fire bursting through a dam!
The power within it faintly carried the divine essence of eternity and immeasurability.
Su Yi felt the pressure bearing down upon him.
The skin all over his body seemed ready to burn. It was as though he had been cast into a furnace amid a chaotic age; with every breath, even his internal organs seemed on the verge of being refined away.
His soul was subjected to an even more terrifying intimidation.
Too terrifying!
Such power was far beyond anything a Knocker on the Door who had merely touched the threshold of the River of Destiny could compare to.
Not bad at all.
Su Yi murmured inwardly.
Rather than retreating, he advanced. His azure robe fluttered as he swung his fist like a sword and slashed down through the air.
It was a casual, effortless sword strike.
Not a trace of power fluctuated from his body; he appeared plain and unadorned.
Yet this strike split heaven and earth apart, cleaved through the divine flames filling the sky, and pointed directly at Yue Qiong.
The sight brought a strange