Suddenly, Qin Ying felt a pain in his hand and hastily let go, only to see that the center of his palm had already been injured by the cold.
But before he could react, Nan Batian roared in fury, "Qin Ying, I want you dead!"
Qin Ying was shocked and looked up to see Nan Batian's palm striking straight toward his forehead—a blow strong enough to burst his head like a watermelon!
Qin Ying turned pale with fear, quickly stamped his foot on the ground, and with his arms spread like a roc spreading its wings, he flew backward to escape.
He wanted to put distance between himself and Nan Batian, but he knew all too well that Nan Batian wouldn't let him get away that easily.
Nan Batian pursued him immediately, unleashing two consecutive palms, aiming to kill the treacherous snitch right there and then.
At this moment, seeing the approaching palm, Qin Ying's face turned white with fear, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Lord Yelu, save me!"
