"Although I, the Black Cloud School, protect my disciples, it does not mean that the disciples can act recklessly and fall into evil ways."

"You..." Xiao Yi's face turned extremely ugly when he heard this.

But he was so weak now that it was difficult for him to speak quickly.

"Huh." The middle-aged man snorted coldly, put away his sword energy, and struck out with a palm.

"Poof." Xiao Yi spurted out a mouthful of blood and was blown away.

The Leng Yan Sword that had been adsorbing the blood-devouring bead originally failed to blow away the old man's self-destruction. However, at this moment, it was blown away directly by the middle-aged man's casual palm.

The Leng Yan Sword was also directly separated from the blood-devouring beads.

"I won't kill you because you are a disciple of Xuejiao." The middle-aged man said coldly, "But if you are so seriously injured, you are not far from death."

After saying that, the middle-aged man gave another cold shout and left calmly.

On the same spot, Xiao Yi's expression was extremely cold.

He had already been seriously injured, and the middle-aged man's palm almost killed him.

"Pfft." Xiao Yi spurted out another mouthful of blood, his eyes darkened, and he fainted.
Chapter completed!