Bang!
A muffled explosion, Qi wildly surging, as Diao Derong shot towards Diao Zhengqing like a cannonball.
Diao Zhengqing's mouth twitched uncontrollably, eyes filled with gloom, face twisted, raising his hand as airflow surged, catching Diao Derong and placing him on the ground.
However, everyone gasped in shock.
Diao Derong was drenched in blood, his skin covered with gaping wounds, almost all his bones shattered by Qin Yi, now vomiting blood from above, urinating blood below, reduced to a pile of mud.
Yet he was still alive, chest faintly rising and falling.
But living like this was worse than death.
Everyone shivered uncontrollably, a chill running down their spines to the top of their heads.
Too brutal, to beat someone into a pile of mud and still leave them alive. Such existence was worse than a vegetative state.
Qin Yi's eyes glanced indifferently at the crowd, no one dared meet his gaze, those eyes were cold without a trace of emotion.
