Having sent off Yang Ruoyi,
Yang Qi remained in a foul mood, with a cold killing intent enveloping his entire being.
"Rather than waiting passively, it's better to strike proactively!"
A chilling gleam flashed in Yang Qi's eyes: "I don't care who you are, if you dare to harm my family, I'll show you what terror truly means.
Even if it's a Martial Spirit, I'll kill them for you to see!"
That night, Yang Qi sat in his room, but his Primordial Spirit had already emerged, wandering through Sea City.
This god's-eye view was truly comfortable, capable of covering a range of thousands of meters.
Even though Sea City was large, it wouldn't take Yang Qi long to search through the entire city.
In a certain hotel, a silver-haired man was reviewing Yang Qi's information on a computer.
Suddenly, he flicked a silver flying knife.
But as he checked, the knife embedded itself in the wall, and there was no one there.
"No one?"
"No, something's off!"
