Qin Yu's injuries were too severe. Although he won the battle against Si Shifeng, he suffered severe injuries from the phantom of the ancient supreme cultivator, which was impossible for him to self-heal at all.
Surrounded by these people now, he soon lost all his strength.
"Hahaha! This kid cannot resist at all," the guard sneered and said.
"Everyone, there's no need to make a move. Just watch him collapse on his own."
"That won't do. If the famous Qin Yu dies in my hands, I'll become a powerful figure!"
After saying that, the guard strode toward Qin Yu.
He was full of killing intent and aimed the sharp blade in his hand at Qin Yu's glabella!
The sharp blade was approaching, but Qin Yu had no way to resist.
He only felt his eyelids grow heavy, and his body suddenly fell.
Just as Qin Yu was about to flake out, a figure suddenly appeared.
"A few b*stards who don't know their place!"