Yan Qingchen stared at the bald, burly man. His Divine Sense swept over the scars on the flying boat's stern as well, and his heart ached.
This magic treasure had been bestowed by his master. After refining it, he had found it exceptionally handy to use, yet the other party's sneak attack had damaged it in a single blow.
The moment Li Yan saw Yan Qingchen looking over, his soul power suddenly erupted.
"Soul-Severing Slash!"
Things had reached this point; what was left to say? The goal was to take the other's life directly. Without the slightest hesitation, Li Yan unleashed his hidden killing move.
At the same time, Yan Qingchen's flying boat vanished beneath his feet, and he immediately sent a swift voice transmission to Liu Siyu. Liu Siyu's gaze merely flickered, but she said nothing.
At the very instant Li Yan attacked, Yan Qingchen also struck.
Both were deeply scheming people. Their brief standoff just now had seemed as though they had something to say, but in truth, it had only been meant to numb their opponent's vigilance.
Yan Qingchen thought exactly as Li Yan did: severely wound or kill the enemy outright. Even if they had to search the corpse afterward for evidence, they would not leave the other party time to poison them.
And Liu Siyu attacked alongside him.
Yan Qingchen's two Dharma wheels, one black and one red, appeared in an instant. They flashed once and vanished without a trace the moment they were unleashed.
Liu Siyu abruptly raised one slender, jade-like hand and jabbed a finger at her own brow.
The instant her finger touched the center of her brow, the aura around her body suddenly turned incomparably sinister.
An icy yin wind rose around her body. Her eyes instantly became two pitch-black voids,