"What did you give me to eat? What did you give me to eat?"
With a look of terror, Qin Hao desperately stuffed his fingers down his throat, and after frothing at the mouth, spat out nothing but yellow bile.
Han Yu ignored his hysteria, wearing only a mysterious smile, "Can you guess?"
Who would dare to guess when it concerns life and death? Qin Hao, in a panic, scrambled to his feet and ran outside as fast as he could.
After running about ten steps, he realized he was in disarray and had forgotten he was a cultivator. He then soared into the sky using sword control...
Han Yu stood below, gazing into the distance and sighed slightly, saying, "I never knew sword control could be this fast."
Bai Jingliang looked at him as if he had seen a ghost, never knowing Han Yu could be so formidable.
Every time, Han Yu could bring him a different kind of shock.
