Lin Qiye smiled. His smile was restrained, but it was full of killing intent.
"I single-handedly slaughtered four of the six great sects and killed half of the other two! I did not expect that you guys are still unwilling to take the warning!
"It seems that you really want to test the sharpness of my butcher knife."
"Fine. I'll let you experience it!"
Lin Qiye's eyes were filled with fury.
He was right.
There would always be malignant tumors holding him back when he wanted to do something serious.
It was the evil of human nature.
However, a vicious dog admits defeat to a rough stick.
Evil? Malignant tumor? How many cuts can he withstand from Lin Qiye's knife?
Lin Qiye pursed his lips. He reached out and gripped the void, and the long saber fell into his hand.
As his hands fell, the head of crooked-eyed cultivator instantly rolled on the ground, and blood spouted all over.