The Gift
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Every fighter was a cultivator, but it wasn't worth mentioning when the battle came.
Facing everyone's chaotic battle, Qin Yu didn't even dare to blink.
He seemed to have a natural interest in this kind of massive war.
"It's not interesting at all. Let's grab a drink." Big Wen pulled Qin Yu and said.
Qin Yu shook his head and said, "Let's wait. We can't witness his kind of big battle all the time, and it's an experience for me."
"Uh, then we'll go first," Wen Da said.
"See you in Heros Bar then," Wen Er said.
Qin Yu nodded and turned back to watch the battle again.
Facing so many mighty realm cultivators, that old man was getting weaker and weaker. From time to time, he would spit out fresh blood.
There were already many wounds on his body, and he stood there on the verge of collapse.
Although he was powerful, he still couldn't defeat such a big crowd.