"I am also your grim reaper!"
Hua Qianxiu revealed a grin, spitting out the blade of grass that had been dangling from the corner of his mouth.
Whoosh!
The blade of grass shot through the air.
Merely a blade of grass expelled from his mouth, yet it was like a sharp arrow, whistling through the void and tearing open a deep ripple in the fabric of space.
In the blink of an eye, it had already reached between Xiao Yi's eyebrows.
Just as it was about to penetrate Xiao Yi's brow.
Xiao Yi let out a cold snort, and with just the vibration of his voice, he caused the blade of grass to explode thunderously.
Hua Qianxiu raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, "Not bad at all, no wonder there's a bounty of one million source stones on your head!"
"A bounty of one million source stones?"
Xiao Yi was taken aback.
