"So you're Yang Qi!" Chuyun Baijing looked at Yang Qi and said coldly, "We've never been able to find out who killed our Young Master, but you were always the pri suspect. I never expected you to deliver yourself to my doorstep today. This is perfect; I can finally avenge him! Cripple him first!"
Chuyun Baijing waved his hand, intending to disable Yang Qi and take him back to Kappa Country for trial.
"As you command!" A Death Soldier's face twisted into a ferocious expression.
He slowly drew the katana from its sheath, emanating a terrifying aura before suddenly charging toward Yang Qi. It seed he intended to cripple Yang Qi's legs first to prevent his escape. The blade produced a piercing screech as it cut through the air, causing even He Honglang to tremble. If that strike had been aid at him, he was sure he would have been finished.
However, Yang Qi showed no intention of dodging. As the katana slashed toward him, he simply flicked his finger.
A small fireball materialized at his fingertip and shot out. In mid-air, it suddenly expanded, enveloping the attacker.
BOOM!
The flas erupted fiercely. The Samurai let out a terrified shriek, dropped his katana, and rolled on the ground, screaming in agony. By the ti the others reacted and tried to save him, it was too late. He had been burned to a crisp.
This was Spiritual Fire; no ordinary person could withstand it. Seeing this, Chuyun Baijing's eyebrows furrowed. He Honglang was completely petrified. Is this guy even human? Even powerful Martial Artists can't do sothing like this. Is he a god? Or an immortal?
Chuyun Baijing stood up, his face incredibly grim. He knew the young man before him was not to be trifled with. To unleash flas from his body with such terrifying destructive power… This is no ordinary man.
"Everyone, be careful!" he ordered with a wave of his hand.
The seven or eight Death Soldiers in the room drew their weapons, their eyes fixed on Yang Qi. Chuyun Baijing was no exception. Faced with such a bizarre opponent, they could not afford to be careless.
Yang Qi stepped toward Chuyun Baijing, a hint of mockery in his eyes. "Your biggest mistake was nearly killing my company's security guard. Even if you were stealing secrets, you shouldn't have hard him."
As he spoke, he continued to walk. To him, things could be remade if lost, but when a person died, everything was gone. Every single person in the Qifei Group, from the security guards to the executives, was a precious life. He would not tolerate any of them being hard.
"Kill him!" Chuyun Baijing roared.
Seven Samurai charged at Yang Qi almost simultaneously. Suddenly, Yang Qi moved. A cold gleam shot out from his body.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
As if its trajectory had been pre-calculated, the gleam effortlessly pierced the throats of three n. Then, Yang Qi himself struck. In an instant, he appeared before another Samurai, grabbing his throat as terrifying flas erupted, incinerating him to ash.
The remaining four were scared out of their wits. Even as Death Soldiers, they had never witnessed such a combat style. It was simply horrifying.
"Kill him!" Chuyun Baijing yelled again.
The Death Soldiers hesitated for a mont but still charged.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
This ti, four katanas struck Yang Qi simultaneously. He hadn't bothered to dodge. Yet, the blades failed to penetrate. Instead, they produced a crisp sound, as if striking solid rock.
This was the Stone Armor Technique. As Yang Qi's Cultivation improved, so too did the power of this technique.
The next mont, two bolts of lightning erupted from Yang Qi's palms. The electricity traveled along the katanas and struck the four Samurai. Their hearts stopped instantly, and they died on the spot. They had never imagined dying like this. In all their ti facing countless enemies and adversaries, they had never encountered anything like it.
Chuyun Baijing was stunned. Superpowers? He couldn't understand how this person could unleash lightning from his palms or fire just monts earlier. Is he still a Martial Artist? This must be beyond the realm of Martial Artists, right?
It all happened too fast. Chuyun Baijing had only blinked, and all his subordinates were wiped out.
He Honglang had long since been scared stiff, cowering and trembling in a corner. At this mont, he finally understood just what kind of person he had provoked. I could have had a bright future following a man like this. Instead, I chose betrayal.
Yang Qi paid He Honglang no mind and instead walked toward Chuyun Baijing. There was no doubt that Chuyun Baijing was strong, at least as strong as Cao Kun. Unfortunately, Cao Kun was rely a Sixth Rank Great Grandmaster. Before the current Yang Qi, he was nothing.
Chuyun Baijing drew his blade, slashing at Yang Qi in a flash—a Sword Drawing Slash. The mont the blade left its sheath, no one could predict its path. But Yang Qi knew.
He simply lifted a hand, his fingers stopping Chuyun Baijing's katana cold. His fingers were like steel; the blade could not cut them. The next mont, Yang Qi lunged forward, slamming a punch into Chuyun Baijing's abdon.
Chuyun Baijing scread in agony as he was sent flying, his katana clattering to the floor.
"You! It must have been you who killed the Young Master!" At that mont, Chuyun Baijing understood. It was definitely Yang Qi who killed Chuyun Xiong. But now, I have no way to get this ssage out.
He struggled to his feet and spat out a mouthful of blood. "Yang Qi, join our Chuyun Family.
"Even if you killed Young Master Chuyun Xiong, with your dical Skills and Martial Arts, you could definitely reach the upper echelons of the Hanfang Association. It's a great deal for you!"
"I refuse to be anyone's dog." Yang Qi took out a piece of chewing gum and began to chew, a motion that had beco a habit.
Chuyun Baijing's expression darkened. This man was clearly impossible to recruit. He suddenly snarled, "Don't forget, we still have your friends. If you dare to kill , I guarantee they'll be killed!"
"You don't need to worry about that," Yang Qi said dismissively. "They've already been rescued."
When Yang Qi had arrived, Iron Heart and Iron Bone were following close behind. By now, they would have rescued the captives. This was precisely why he trained subordinates; otherwise, handling this alone would have been quite difficult.
He stepped toward Chuyun Baijing and smiled. "Go on. If you have any last words, I'll allow you to speak them."
A cold killing intent enveloped Chuyun Baijing, whose face was a mask of grim fury and utter horror. He thought his Combat Power was enough to let him run rampant in Kang City, but he never expected to be beaten half to death in a single move. What kind of monster is this?
Just then, a cold glint of light suddenly shot toward Yang Qi from a corner of the room, completely without warning. No one had noticed soone else was standing there, shrouded in darkness and hidden from view. This person must have been waiting there for a very long ti.
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