Slaughtering Gold Practitioners and Taking the Spoils of War!

As soon as his voice fell, Lin Qiye immediately took action.

The wings behind him suddenly flapped, and like a shooting star chasing after the moon, he caught up to Chen Yiyong.

Sensing the terrifying killing intent right in front of him, every pore on Chen Yiyong's body was terrified. He felt a chill running down his spine as if someone had stuffed a lump of ice into it. At the same time, he felt like a ghost was haunting him, lying on his neck and blowing cold air.

Despair filled his heart.

"Motherf*cker! What kind of treasure are that lightning wings? How can it have such an exaggerated speed? It's more than twice as fast as an ordinary Fourth Gate of Heaven's expert!"

Chen Yiyong's face was deathly pale.

Even if he was facing the Qin Dynasty's emperor, he could still contend with him for a few days.

However, not only was his arm chopped off in one move when facing Lin Qiye, but he was also completely suppressed.