Yu Qiudi drew the fiercest wrath from the Peach Mountain Eighteen Immortals.
When Li Subai saw Yu Qiudi, she trembled with rage. Her tightly clenched fists creaked, and blue veins bulged across her knuckles.
Lin Duo gritted his teeth, Baleful Intent filling his eyes. He drew his sword, wishing he could hack Yu Qiudi into a thousand pieces.
Li Zhengyi radiated a chilling aura, a fluctuation more terrifying than hell itself.
"Cough, cough. Who would have thought that I, Yu Qiudi, would die today at the hands of you lower-realm ants!"
Lying in a pool of blood, Yu Qiudi stared up at the sky. He did not beg for mercy. Instead, a disdainful smile curled across his lips.
At this point, even though Lin Bai had crippled Yu Qiudi's cultivation, and even though Yu Qiudi knew that falling into Lin Duo and Li Subai's hands meant certain death, he still retained his pride—the pride of an inner disciple of the Ancient Immortal Sect, the pride of a martial artist from the Spirit World before the ants of the lower realm!
He did not beg for mercy or show any fear. Instead, he threw back his head and let out a long howl, utterly free and unrestrained.
"Come on. Between me and Eastern Continent's Kunxu, there is nothing more to say. Our blood feud was forged long ago. Only one side can live."
Yu Qiudi looked at Lin Duo, Li Subai, and the others with a smile.
"Big Brother, go ahead. Avenge our father."
Li Subai glared at Yu Qiudi, tears welling in her eyes.
Hearing Li Subai's words, Li Zhengyi stepped forward. From beneath his black robe's long sleeve slid a rust-covered iron sword.
However, the iron sword had been broken in half, as though someone had snapped it apart