First Immortal of the Sword

Ge Qian was still unconscious. He Changying held him aloft by the neck.

As if Ge Qian were a lamb to the slaughter. 

It would have been obvious to anyone that with his Spiritual Manifestation Realm cultivation, all He Changying had to do to kill Ge Qian was exert strength through his fingers.
It would take no effort at all.

The indistinct silhouette glanced nervously at Su Yi.
He knew his master’s temperament; he’d never retreated or compromised in the face of such threats.

On the contrary, if they dared kill Ge Qian, Su Yi dared kill them and everyone connected to them!

“Master, Ge Qian…” The blurry figure couldn’t help but speak up.
He naturally couldn’t bear the thought of Ge Qian’s death.

“Relax,” said Su Yi.
“He won’t die.”

“So long as you stay your hand, he naturally won’t die,” said He Changying gravely.

Cui Heng stood to the side, his expression dark and unsightly.

If He Changying hadn’t intervened just in the nick of time, he would have been doomed!

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“No, you both have to die,” said Su Yi calmly.

“Didn’t you want this kid to live?” He Changying’s expression darkened.

“You won’t get the chance to hurt him,” said Su Yi.
He looked at He Changying, and a cryptic, profound light shone in the depths of his gaze.
It was like a whirlpool of stars, or as if he’d opened a portal straight to hell.

Boom!

He Changying felt an agonizing pain in his soul.
A trace of emptiness appeared.

To his bewilderment, this Spiritual Manifestation Realm cultivator felt as if a giant hand had trapped his soul, and he sank uncontrollably into an abyss of darkness.