"..."
Shen Yi looked upward, and even without being a Spiritual Treasure, just based on this technique alone, You Yao was not someone that last night's Deer Demon could compare to.
Is this the true method passed down by a real Golden Immortal?
His body slightly tensed as he no longer looked at the Qing Guang chessboard, instead shifting his gaze toward the woman in front of him.
The fierce intent gradually emerged in his pitch-black eyes.
Shen Yi lightly stepped forward, black clouds flowed out from his sleeves, covering the faint Jin Guang on his skin, and his five fingers clenched into a fist.
At this moment, he suddenly glanced into the distance.
In the next instant, Shen Yi silently lowered his hand, the fierceness in his eyes completely faded away.
He saw a horsetail whisk sweeping across the sky, instantly dispersing the pervasive Qing Guang.
"Puh."
Caught off guard, You Yao spat out a mouthful of blood plasma, her delicate face turning pale.
