"Can Qin Yi really handle this?"
Lan Jiaojiao and Lei Xiao hid behind a rock in the valley.
Lei Xiao looked at the many mbers of the Blood Evil Sect, several of whom exuded an aura that intimidated him even from a distance. He started to doubt whether Qin Yi was here to kill or to get himself killed.
"Don’t worry, even if there were twice as many, Qin Yi wouldn’t be fazed! He is invincible."
Lan Jiaojiao’s words were full of certainty.
Lei Xiao pouted; Lan Jiaojiao’s blind worship of Qin Yi made him uncomfortable. Invincible—who in this world dares to claim to be truly invincible?
"If Qin Yi can’t hold them off, aren’t we too close to be safe?"
Lan Jiaojiao whispered, "If you’re scared, wait outside for . Besides, Qin Yi will definitely hold them off; what you say won’t happen."
Lei Xiao’s mouth twitched, "I’m worried about your safety!"
"You’d better worry about yourself; you’re still injured."
"Shh, shut up and watch!"
Lei Xiao was full of frustration, swallowing back the words he almost uttered.
Confronted with Xue Wuchang’s arrogance, Qin Yi’s expression did not change in the slightest.
However, this didn’t an Qin Yi would do nothing. He descended from the boulder, holding the Flood Dragon Spear, and walked step by step towards the Blood Evil Sect mbers, his murderous intent mounting with each step.
Xue Wuchang’s face turned ugly; he hadn’t expected that in front of so many of them, Qin Yi would still dare to be so arrogant.
"Whoever brings his head, I’ll reward him with three won."
The sect leader and elders reacted little, but the Blood Evil Sect disciples were full of excitent.
After all, three won ant three new fresh blood sources.
"Sect Leader, I am willing to kill him and present you with his head."
A Qi Cultivation Late Stage disciple knelt and sought permission to fight.
"Sect Leader, I am also willing to strike him down."
"I am willing as well!"
In an instant, five or six people volunteered, eager to take Qin Yi’s head.
Xue Wuchang nodded repeatedly, "The six of you go together; cut off his head, and be rewarded with three won. Wound him with one strike, and you get one."
"Thank you, Sect Leader!"
Their dry and ugly faces were full of excitent, as if they had already taken Qin Yi’s head.
The six rose, energies surging around them, impatient to rush at Qin Yi, each intent on taking his head.
Qin Yi’s gaze was even colder than the moonlight; it was as if he hadn’t even seen the six rushing at him. Casually sweeping the Flood Dragon Spear in hand, a crescent-shaped purple blade shot forth, disappearing in an instant.
The six Blood Evil Sect disciples charging forward were full of ferocity, but in the next mont, they couldn’t feel their legs, yet their bodies kept charging forward.
"Ah..."
Six blood-curdling screams pierced the night sky.
Their upper bodies continued forward, but their lower bodies remained behind.
With a casual swing of the spear, he had cut the six in half.
The screams lasted a few seconds before abruptly ending, the ground stained red with blood, and the air thick with its scent.
Hiding behind the rock, Lei Xiao was full of shock, dumbfounded by Qin Yi’s ruthless thods.
Lan Jiaojiao’s expression, however, hardly changed; wasn’t this to be expected?
Xue Wuchang, the Vice Sect Leader, and the elders of the Blood Evil Sect all had eyes twitching with shock.
The disciples of the Blood Evil Sect were all filled with terror!
Xue Wuchang’s face was as sour as having lost his parents, his teeth grinding with fury, "Who dares to fight, I’ll reward him with five won."
But this ti, the Blood Evil Sect disciples were all silent. They were all trembling, frightened by Qin Yi’s brutal ruthlessness.
Xue Wuchang’s face darkened further; he then pointed, "You, you, and you... go kill him for ."
Xue Wuchang singled out ten disciples in one go.
The faces of these ten were full of terror, but they didn’t dare defy orders, or they’d et a terrible end.
If they didn’t act, they’d certainly die; they were well aware of Xue Wuchang’s thods. But if they acted, perhaps they could pierce Qin Yi with a flurry of swords and save their own lives.
The ten exchanged glances, energy swirling around them, full of murderous intent as they charged at Qin Yi almost simultaneously.
This ti they wised up; the previous six had charged directly at Qin Yi and were killed in one blow. This ti, they adopted a flanking strategy, with four attacking head-on and the remaining six approaching from the sides to encircle Qin Yi.
The four front attackers were the fastest, their frigid longswords like snakes flicking their tongues, hissing as they aid for Qin Yi like lightning.
Qin Yi showed no expression, the Flood Dragon Spear in his hand trembling slightly, instantly thrusting out four afterimages.
Pfft pfft...!
Blood splattered, and the four fell face up, blood gushing from their throats, all impaled by the spear.
Swish!
The spear shone like light, thrusting towards the left, piercing soone’s heart with a "puff."
Qin Yi’s eyes were cold, his wrist lightly shaking, and with a "bang," flesh flew, the opponent’s body shattering into pieces.
The spear swept across, bringing forth vast purple ripples, brilliant and dazzling.
But the more beautiful things are, the more dangerous; with the spear’s sweep, the remaining five were paralyzed, eyes full of fear, hands clutching their throats as if trying to strangle themselves.
Blood seeped between their fingers, the light in their eyes quickly fading, faces gripped with horror as they fell dead.
With a casual sweep, the spear silenced five throats.
The key was that Qin Yi maintained an unhurried pace throughout, killing as if slicing through lons, appearing too easy.
Lei Xiao’s mouth gaped wide, eyes nearly popping out, looking like a frightened toad. Was this still a person? Terrifying!
Xue Wuchang’s eyes were sinister, his old face twisted.
The Vice Sect Leader and elders of the Blood Evil Sect all bore expressions of fear, not to ntion the disciples.
"Xue Zhan, Xue Shi, the two of you, bring his head."
Xue Wuchang roared harshly, like an annoying night owl, hoarse and unpleasant.
Xue Zhan and Xue Shi were the Fourth and Fifth Elders of the Blood Evil Sect, both having just broken through to the Foundation Establishnt Late Stage.
"Yes!"
Xue Shi and Xue Zhan replied.
However, at this mont, Qin Yi’s gaze fell upon Xue Wuchang on his throne, his spear trembling lightly in his hand, purple busy swirling, as he casually swung the spear, a four or five-ter long purple blade swept out, slicing through the air, heading straight for Xue Wuchang.
Swish!
Xue Wuchang bellowed in anger, drawing the longsword hanging by the throne, instantly emitting a chilling sword aura; this was a treasure sword that could cut iron like mud.
Slashing out with one stroke, a chilling sword aura burst forth.
The two forces collided.
Boom!
Instantly, a storm swept up, sand and stones swirling.
Xue Wuchang’s face slightly changed, his entire body flying backward like lightning.
Bang, the four-person carried throne was instantly torn to pieces by the storm, and the four disciples carrying it simultaneously let out blood-curdling screams, pierced into hedgehogs by the throne’s shattered pieces.
The entire scene was filled with fear!
Xue Wuchang had not blocked Qin Yi’s strike, knocked to the ground, the throne destroyed, and four carrying disciples dead.
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