C129 Death of Ning Yifan

Chu Qianye flew robe s as a hint of determination flashed across his face.

"Back then, my Cultivation Level was insufficient, and I let you suppress me." Chu Qianye stood up with his sword, his hair was as black as ink, dancing crazily in the air.

"I've said it before, you will definitely suffer a thousand times more in the future."

As the sound of his voice faded, he took a step forward