C689 Emperor Qi

Thud!

A muffled sound echoed through the hallway as a Soul Cultivator was violently blasted away, crashing heavily to the floor.

Tyrant was drenched in blood, his fist withdrawing as he clutched his chest, gasping for air. He was clearly on his last legs, his breathing laborious. A few battered members of the Vast Heaven Sect stood by his side