He had not gone far before he found himself on the ground.
The Pill Master Bai Yan, whose spirit was heavily damaged, had collapsed unconscious.
Nearby.
Su Qingyi looked ferociously at the figure in the green robe that had appeared. But as Su Yu approached, Su Qingyi's fierce expression gradually faded and his eyes filled with terror. As Su Yu got closer, Su Qingyi stumbled backwards, yelling in fear: "You, don't come any closer!"
"Boom!"
Su Yu stopped, but the terrifying spiritual pressure once again suppressed Su Qingyi.
This time, Su Yu used the secret technique of the Golden Cicada.
"Spurt!"
Su Qingyi spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling a sharp pain in his head. He staggered and fell to the ground, screaming, "Ah!"
The next moment, Su Qingyi got up and begged for mercy like a dog: "Brother Yu, Brother Yu, spare me, please, spare me for the sake of kinship, please!"
Su Yu looked at him, sighed softly, and with a wave of his hand, a cold light illuminated the sky.