The surrounding black fog loudly broke apart. The three slender and beautiful men that looked completely similar and liked to finish each other’s sentences died. The light vanished from their eyes and they lost their vitality, looking like statues.

They fell down from midair, their bodies rapidly turning to stone powder that vanished into the wind.

Qin Yu stepped forward. He frowned, feeling that something wasn’t right.

Whether it was daoist Wu Ya, that doll woman, or even these three cultivators that were the fiercest he had encountered so far, they had all collapsed at the first strike from Qin Yu.

Could this be the Dark Parliament’s way of dealing with him after breaking things off with him? If it were true, then it was no different from delivering heads to him. It was simply a joke.

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

Qin Yu’s frown tightened. He suddenly thought of another possibility. These people that had come to die were only dragging things out while the Dark Parliament prepared their true methods.

As this thought appeared, Qin Yu suddenly stamped his foot. Space shook and disintegrated, forming a giant black hole. When the spatial channel formed, he walked inside.

But the moment he entered, a warning alarm...