In the sky, a mist of blood appeared.
The body of that elder had completely vanished.
Another elder who was loyal to Qin Yao saw this and turned ashen, turning to flee.
Ye Ming casually waved his hand, sending out a Sword Qi.
With a loud 'bang', the other's fate was the same as the former's, turning into a cloud of blood mist, vaporizing into the air.
Such King Yama-like methods filled Qin Yao with deep fear. He did not dare to look into Ye Ming's eyes. Hanging his head and shaking, he pleaded, "Mr. Ye, I know I was wrong. Please spare my life!"
Ye Ming looked down at him from on high, his tone ice-cold as he said, "No mercy."
From the beginning, Qin Yao had no intention of sparing Ye Ming, and now, naturally, Ye Ming would not let him go. His death was certain.
After speaking, Ye Ming placed his hand on top of Qin Yao's head and began infusing True Qi.
Qin Yao let out a painful scream, his eyes bursting with fresh red blood vessels.