Qin Yi flipped backwards, landing more than ten meters away, his eyes indifferent, but a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, a bitter smile in his heart; he was actually injured. Matsudai Mu really was formidable.
Since he began cultivation, this was the first time he got injured.
Matsudai Mu also looked shocked; Qin Yi was so young, yet he forced him to use seventy percent of his cultivation power, which was simply unbelievable to him.
In recent years, Longxia had seen many talents emerge, with several outstanding ones among the younger generation, but none could compare to the young man before him.
This person must be slain, or he will become Longxia's greatest calamity in the future.
Matsudai Mu's eyes were full of killing intent.
Qin Yi's gaze was cold, but he didn't dare to be careless in the slightest; this man was too strong, and one slip-up could mean he would be left here today.
