In the eyes of the Black-Clothed Youth, these Academy Disciples dressed in blue had crawled out of some unknown corner. They were the sort of wretched commoners who were not worth taking seriously.
Hearing Qiu Yi speak up in rebuttal, a trace of surprise flashed through the Black-Clothed Youth's eyes. He sneered, "You fool who doesn't know the rules—looking for death!"
With that, the Black-Clothed Youth struck out with his palm at Qiu Yi's face!
A thread of sinister, icy sharpness was concealed within that palm. If Qiu Yi were struck, he would probably freeze into an ice sculpture in an instant, becoming a pile of mangled, bloody fragments. He actually intended to kill Qiu Yi outright.
Qiu Yi had only just arrived, after all, and had no idea what was going on.
Even in the Dao Sword Palace, no one simply attacked without warning. Yet this Black-Clothed Man had made a move with the intent to kill!
In his desperation, Qiu Yi's body suddenly twisted. He could only casually raise the unsheathed Green Edge Sword to block in front of him.
"Bang!"
As the palm struck, a biting chill spread along with it.
Qiu Yi suddenly felt a trace of coldness travel through his right hand. Then half his body lost all sensation and was directly frozen.
The Black-Clothed Youth had no intention of stopping. After striking out with his palm, he smoothly changed its momentum and chopped down at Qiu Yi's head, actually intending to kill him on the spot!
Luo Zheng's brows lifted. His figure flashed forward like an illusion. He grabbed Qiu Yi by the collar and violently yanked him backward, helping him evade the palm. At the same time, he said, "We can talk things out. Why go so far as to put someone to