As the words were spoken, several blood holes suddenly appeared out of thin air on Zhao Ji's dying body.
Thud, thud, thud!
Zhao Ji let out a weak, pained scream and died completely, with a wisp of his remnant soul rising from his head, aimlessly flying toward the monstrous fish in the river.
Yunqi's eyes brimmed with fury, knowing that it wouldn't be long after Zhao Ji's death before he would face the same fate.
Who among those present could escape such a fate?
Though he came here determined to die, such a meaningless death was hard to accept.
Yunqi immediately gripped the sword in his hand tightly, recalling all his experiences since beginning his cultivation, especially the pain and transformation he endured after being frustrated by Chen Xu in Jichuan County, and instantly made a firm decision.
"Brother Chen, Brother Chen, I wonder where you are. Could it be that you're still dreaming due to exhaustion from the exams?
If so, then today let me, Cui, be the hero for once!"
