"You brat, you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit! Even if you hand over the Heavenly Poison Sword now, it’s too late. Die!"
The blood-stained Jian Buhui sneered. He stretched out his large hand toward Qin Yanyan, and instantly, a massive, pitch-black palm surged forward to seize him. This dark hand, condensed from Jian Buhui’s own mana, was fearsomely powerful—enough to crush a cultivator of the Integration stage.
In his desperation, Qin Yanyan frantically swung the Heavenly Poison Sword, using it to parry.
Chapter 208