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Chapter 463: This Time Only, Not to Be Repeated

Chapter 463: Chapter 463: This Time Only, Not to Be Repeated

Qin Yi’s figure flickered, appearing ten meters away from Zhi Chuanhua and stopped, the Flood Dragon Spear held across, but he did not strike.

"Southern Country’s clown, open your eyes wide and see clearly the consequence of offending my Longxia."

Qin Yi’s gaze was indifferent, but his calm voice carried a hint of bloodlust.

Zhi Chuanhua looked behind Qin Yi, where Xiahou Jun and others had already engaged in combat with the Qi Refiners of the Zhi Family.

The Zhi Family had a total of seventy-one Qi Refiners, with more than twenty in the Foundation Establishment Stage. A family with so many Qi Refiners was the reason the Zhi Family stood undefeated.

Zhi Chuanhua often took pride in the number of Qi Refiners in the Zhi Family, as in the entire Southern Country, there were few who could compare with the Zhi Family.

Zhi Chuanhua had even claimed that no one who came to make trouble for the Zhi Family would leave alive.

However, now it was as if someone had hit him with a club, and his head buzzed, leaving him utterly dumbfounded.

Because, compared to the people Qin Yi brought, the Qi Refiners of the Zhi Family were overwhelmingly weak.

Swish!

The sword light was fierce; a cold flash crossed the air, and a Zhi Family Qi Refiner only felt a chill at their throat, followed by a spray of blood from their neck.

Xiahou Jun remained expressionless, his sword like a Poison Snake flicking its tongue, taking another life.

The top young talent of Longxia, his cultivation was astonishing. Even if Zhi Chuanhua himself went up, he feared he wouldn’t withstand a single move from Xiahou Jun.

Mu Lingchen’s weapon was a broken blade, about forty centimeters long, entirely snow-white like jade, yet incredibly sharp, easily slicing the throats of several Zhi Family Qi Refiners without blood staining the blade.

Wu Zhao, with a pair of Iron Fists, his punches were as violent as thunder, with a single strike shattering bones and tendons, pulverizing the five viscera.

Qin Yi glanced at Bai Siyin, his eyes slightly narrowed, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

Usually, Bai Siyin was silent and bashful, blushing at the slightest word like a shy little girl. Yet in battle, he transformed entirely, from a rabbit to a fierce tiger.

He wore dark black tiger claws on his hands, flashing with a cold gleam.

Puff!

Blood splattered as a ghastly scream sent shivers down the spine; a Zhi Family Qi Refiner had his arm torn off alive by Bai Siyin.

Swish!

The tiger claw left a residual shadow in the air, snapping the neck of a Zhi Family Qi Refiner.

This guy...

Qin Yi didn’t know how to describe Bai Siyin; the transformation was too drastic, with an utterly chaotic and violent fighting style.

Xiahou Jun and the others surrounded the Zhi Family’s Foundation Establishment Qi Refiners, having already slain over a dozen in the blink of an eye.

As for the other Qi Refiners of the Zhi Family, they were left for the Qi Refinement Realm to deal with.

Qin Yi looked at Liu Yiren and almost laughed aloud. The child held the Spiritual Artifact Qingshuang Sword in her hand, cutting through a Zhi Family Qi Refiner’s weapon with one blow, yet retreated in fright.

Liu Yiren usually had a spoiled young lady’s temperament but had never killed anyone.

The opponent was initially startled but realized that Liu Yiren lacked combat experience upon seeing her retreat and immediately wielded his broken sword to stab her.

"Don’t come over, I’ve killed people, really..."

Liu Yiren swung the Qingshuang Sword, resulting in a blast of Sword Qi that nearly disemboweled the opponent. However, the Qingshuang Sword’s intrinsic icy force sealed the wound, preventing excessive bloodshed.

But Liu Yiren was dumbfounded; she had only meant to intimidate the opponent.

"Ugh..."

Liu Yiren froze for a moment, then bent over the Qingshuang Sword to retch.

Qin Yi shook his head helplessly but did not intervene.

Killing is indeed a nauseating matter. But, as one kills repeatedly, it becomes a habit.

Liu Yiren is a Qi Refiner, destined to face the blade and sword light in the future.

Zhi Chuanhua watched his Qi Refiners being massacred like a field of wheat, his eyes splitting, his body trembling violently.

In just a few minutes, more than half of the Zhi Family’s Qi Refiners were dead, with hardly any Foundation Establishment Qi Refiners left, treasures of a family, now reduced to grass.

Corpses littered the ground, blood stained the earth red, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood, causing nausea.

Qin Yi turned to look at Zhi Chuanhua with a mocking gaze: "Did you see clearly? This is the consequence of your provocation."

Zhi Chuanhua roared, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Qin Yi: "I will kill you."

Qin Yi sneered disdainfully.

"Kill me? It seems you’re still dreaming, blindly arrogant. I spared you so you could see with your own eyes the consequence of provoking my Longxia."

"Otherwise, you would have been dead long ago."

Zhi Chuanhua was trembling all over, unsure whether from anger or fear.

But he did not make a move because he wasn’t confident he could breach the Big Halberd Qin Yi held across.

Just from one strike earlier, he knew he was no match for Qin Yi.

"You will all die horribly," Zhi Chuanhua’s old face twisted grotesquely.

Qin Yi coldly laughed: "I know some of your Zhi Family members participated in the Luoshen Mountain battle decades ago and are still alive. But they can’t save you."

The Zhi Family was nearly annihilated, and those old monsters hadn’t appeared, so Qin Yi concluded they weren’t in the Zhi Family.

In fact, Qin Yi guessed right; several of the Zhi Family’s old monsters were in a heavenly paradise in secluded cultivation and hardly appeared in the world.

Zhi Chuanhua’s face was hideous: "I’ve already informed the patriarch; you’ll all die here."

Qin Yi’s expression changed slightly but then coldly sneered: "Informed? You don’t even have time to scream before dying; how do you have time to notify those old monsters?"

Zhi Chuanhua glared venomously at Qin Yi.

Qin Yi merely smiled slightly.

As a few more minutes passed, there were less than twenty Qi Refiners of the Zhi Family remaining, each with a horrified expression, like birds startled by a bow.

One Zhi Family Qi Refiner suddenly dropped his weapon, knelt, raised his hands high, and began babbling incoherently out of sheer terror.

Even though Qin Yi didn’t understand what he was saying, it was clear he was begging for mercy.

Fear is contagious.

If one person begs for mercy, the others follow suit.

In an instant, more than twenty people successively threw down their weapons, kneeling to beg for mercy.

As these people knelt, Xiahou Jun and the others instinctively stopped and looked at Qin Yi.

Qin Yi looked at Zhi Chuanhua with scorn.

Zhi Chuanhua’s face twisted with endless hatred, realizing the Zhi Family was finished, annihilated under his watch.

"Kill!" Qin Yi coldly uttered one word.

Xiahou Jun and the others were stunned; these people had begged for mercy, yet Qin Yi did not intend to spare them.

Qin Yi turned and looked at Xiahou Jun and the others, his gaze growing increasingly sharp.

Xiahou Jun looked at Qin Yi, wanting to speak but hesitated.

"I know what you’re thinking, but let me tell you, think about the time at Luoshen Mountain when those cowards begged for mercy. Did those Southern Country clowns really let them go?"

Xiahou Jun and the others fell silent. Back then, those dozen people had begged for mercy, but Zhi Luo had no intention of sparing them.

Qin Yi’s face suddenly turned icy, his voice as sharp as a blade, exceptionally domineering: "Most importantly, my order allows no hesitation. Just follow it. This time, I’ll let it pass."

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