Qin Yi never expected that soone would launch a stealth attack.
Moreover, given his current state, he couldn’t dodge it.
Judging from the speed of the Sword Qi, the attacker was no weakling in cultivation.
Qin Yi let out a muffled groan from his throat, his body lowering as he directly knelt on one knee on the ground.
He glanced at the bleeding hole in his calf, the purple light swirling around, causing the gushing blood to stop instantly.
A sharp sound of tearing through the air rang out, and a white figure rapidly approached him like lightning.
Qin Yi raised his hand to look, the opponent was an elder with crane-like hair and a youthful face, his gaze ominous, filled with killing intent.
Qin Yi frowned, he didn’t recognize this person.
However, he sensed a familiar aura.
His eyes flickered slightly, Qin Yi suddenly understood; the opponent was from the Sword Sect.
Despite the endless pain making his forehead drenched in cold sweat, Qin Yi seed to be oblivious, maintaining a stoic expression.
In fact, he smiled bitterly in his heart, never expecting there would be people from the Sword Sect here.
At the sa ti, behind Qin Yi, another sound of tearing through the air erged.
Qin Yi turned back to take a look, a hint of joy showed in his eyes.
It was Jing Wangyou.
At Netherworld Hall, he saw the Seventh Elder Le Heng disguised as Jing Wangyou.
Although Le Heng was just a disguise, his appearance was quite similar to the real Jing Wangyou.
When he arrived here, he saw Jing Wangyou but didn’t greet him.
Because he didn’t know the depth of Tian Xie’s skills, he was worried that rashly greeting Jing Wangyou would cause trouble for Netherworld Hall.
The Sword Sect person saw Jing Wangyou and instinctively stopped, pausing his steps.
Jing Wangyou also halted, looked at the opponent, and sternly said, "Ying Jian, you’re truly shaless. Only your Sword Sect would stoop to such stealth attacks."
Ying Jian?
Yin Jian?
Qin Yi’s gaze turned strange; the na was aptly chosen, truly fitting the Sword Sect’s usual conduct.
Ying Jian sneered disdainfully:
"Jing Wangyou, spare the hypocritical lecture. Qin Yi is a major enemy of my Sword Sect; if it were you, would you not attack?"
Jing Wangyou coldly mocked, "Don’t assu everyone is as shaless as your Sword Sect."
The Evil Lord looked at Qin Yi, "It seems many want to kill you."
"Too bad they don’t have the ability to kill ."
"Let tell you a secret; those who wanted to kill ended up dying in rather ugly ways."
The Evil Lord smiled ominously, surrounded by a blood-red light, as he began healing his injuries.
However, he was more severely injured than Qin Yi, unable to recover quickly.
Of course, Qin Yi wouldn’t be idle, frantically empowering his cultivation to begin healing his wounds.
"Old rascal, there’s sothing I’m curious about?"
The Evil Lord glanced at him, recognizing Qin Yi’s attempt to distract him from healing, so he remained silent.
"Old rascal, since Tian Xie and I have practiced your techniques, why do the cultivation techniques differ? He does not practice the Cangsheng Technique."
The Evil Lord sneered, "The Cangsheng Technique is rely sothing I found in ancient texts, an ineffective cultivation technique."
"Tian Xie is the legitimate one; he practices my original cultivation technique, the Blood Demon Technique."
Qin Yi laughed mockingly, "I see, but your Blood Demon Technique is not stronger than my Cangsheng Technique."
"It seems your supposed legitimacy is rely what you believe it to be."
The Evil Lord cast a sinister look at Qin Yi and remained silent.
Qin Yi smiled slightly and continued focusing on secretly healing his wounds.
Ying Jian gazed at Jing Wangyou, softly speaking, "Are you going to protect him?"
Jing Wangyou scoffed, "Qin Yi is a friend of my Netherworld Hall; naturally, as the Hall Master, I won’t stand by."
"However, I am sorry to Qin Yi for not preventing your shaless sneak attack."
Ying Jian’s eyes were cold, with the hint of two sharp swords flickering in them.
Jing Wangyou’s aura surged.
The two were on the verge of clashing.
"Jing Wangyou, a hundred billion gold coins, tens of millions of spirit stones, could they buy his life?"
Ying Jian slowly spoke.
Jing Wangyou frowned, "A hundred billion gold coins, tens of millions of spirit stones, Ying Sect Master is indeed generous."
"To kill Qin Yi, you are willing to empty out the Sword Sect."
Ying Jian coldly said, "If this person is not eliminated, my Sword Sect’s millennia-old reputation cannot be restored."
"Jing Palace Master, this man killed my Sword Sect’s Second Elder, destroyed the Sin Tower, if kept alive, it brings no benefit to your Netherworld Hall."
"It would be better to hand him over, and your Netherworld Hall gains a hundred billion gold coins, tens of millions of spirit stones, would it not be beautiful?"
Jing Wangyou’s eyes flickered slightly.
A hundred billion gold coins, tens of millions of spirit stones.
This is a astronomical figure.
Who in this world can resist such temptation?
Qin Yi turned to look at Jing Wangyou, his expression calm.
Jing Wangyou looked at Qin Yi, "Do you recognize , Qin Gongzi?"
"Netherworld Hall Master, Xiao Yan’s father."
"Qin Gongzi, I apologize. I never anticipated that the dignified Sect Master of the Sword Sect would stoop to such shaless attacks."
Qin Yi said indifferently, "It seems Jing Palace Master is not clear enough about the Sword Sect."
"Indeed, I underestimated the shalessness of the Sword Sect."
Jing Wangyou said, lifting his head to look at Ying Jian, "Did you understand my aning?"
Ying Jian’s eyes narrowed, full of murderous intent, "Are you rejecting this Sect Master?"
"That’s right, although the terms you offered are tempting, so things are hard to refuse."
"But Qin Yi just said, I am Jing Wuyan’s father. Qin Yi has done a favor for Wuyan, if I betray him now, how would my children view ?"
"Ying Sect Master, I apologize. There are many things I can do, but stooping to your level of shalessness is beyond ."
Ying Jian mocked, "Foolish. The Hall Master of Netherworld Hall is too soft-hearted. If it were , I would choose to agree. The world’s clamor is all for benefit. A good-for-nothing can never amount to anything."
"That’s the difference between you and . I’ve ntioned before, I do care about reputation, unlike you who will sell anything for profit."
Jing Wangyou said casually.
Then, his eyes locked onto Ying Jian, "If you dare to touch Qin Yi, I will not stand by idly. Whatever it takes, I will confront you."
"I’ve always wanted to witness the prowess of Palace Master Jing."
"Since you choose to protect Qin Yi, this Sect Master will have to kill you both."
Jing Wangyou sneered, full of ridicule.
"Ying Jian, why put on airs here? If you want to kill , let’s see if you have the capability."
Ying Jian was about to speak, suddenly his body swayed, moving laterally by dozens of ters.
A red light brushed past him.
"Slash!"
The red light flickered away imdiately, piercing directly into the sand in front of Qin Yi.
It was the Flood Dragon Spear.
When, no one knows, had it already rged with the power of the blood-colored long spear.
Qin Yi could feel that the Blood Flood Dragon now at least had Great Perfection cultivation of the Body Integration Realm.
Truly a top-tier Demon Beast, able to quickly increase cultivation through devouring.
"Master, I am back."
Qin Yi nodded slightly, reached out to grasp the Flood Dragon Spear, and slowly stood up.
Ying Jian’s eyes contracted violently, and the penetrating wound on Qin Yi’s leg had sohow already healed.
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