Kill His Way to the Ji Family

"Boom!"

A vast divine thought floated down like a firefly and precisely stopped in front of Qin Yu.

That divine thought slowly wiggled, and after a brief expansion and contraction, it turned into an elderly man with dry, wrinkled skin.

"Ji family, Ji Wuyi, you should know why I'm here."

The elderly man coughed several times and said weakly.

"Old fart, aren't you here to kneel and repent for the tens of millions of living beings in Sky City?"

Chang Mang cursed.

The elderly man gently stretched out his hands, and a streak of greenish-black qi suddenly appeared on Chang Mang's face. The intense pain caused his veins to bulge, and his mouth was open, but he could not make a single sound.

"Is this your sincerity in coming to negotiate?"

Qin Yu said coldly.