CHAPTER 580: CHAPTER 580: NOT A SINGLE SNOWFLAKE IS INNOCENT IN AN AVALANCHE

Sha Wuqiu appeared as rough as a brute, but in truth, he possessed a meticulous mind that starkly contradicted his appearance.

He was very clever, having long realized that no one present could single-handedly rival Qin Yi. Therefore, to win, they must join forces.

In fact, no one present was a fool; otherwise, they wouldn’t have attained their current status and cultivation. Sha Wuqiu’s words echoed their inner thoughts. Previously, they hadn’t voiced it due to pride. But now, holding back further would be foolish.

"Everyone, it’s time we unite to deal with him. This man is unbearably arrogant, thinking himself invincible under the heavens, disregarding us altogether. Since that’s the case, there’s no need for any talk of courtesy or morals; let’s band together and slay him!"

Jingkou Mu shouted loudly. Honestly, if not for Qin Yi’s incredible prowess, their pride would never allow them to join hands.

Of course, they wouldn’t admit that they were joining forces out of fear of Qin Yi.

"I agree, let’s join forces to slay him," Zhengtian Zhan roared angrily.

"Everyone, consider the consequences if we don’t join forces," Park Junnan said grimly with a dark expression.

Both had faced Qin Yi and knew his terrifying power well. Without joining forces, they had no chance of winning in single combat.

Qin Yi coldly scanned his surroundings, a scornful sneer escaping his lips.

"Even if you join forces, it won’t stop your march towards death." Qin Yi spoke indifferently, not pausing as he walked toward the long table in front of Sha Wuqiu.

Sha Wuqiu stared coldly and venomously at Qin Yi, his eyes flickering. Suddenly, he shouted, "Everyone, strike together!"

As he finished speaking, Sha Wuqiu, to demonstrate his sincerity in joining forces, turned and drew his weapon, a long blade. His aura surged as he wielded the blade, its light slashing down towards Qin Yi like a hanging sheet of linen.

Qin Yi snorted coldly, reversed his hand to plunge the Flood Dragon Spear into the ground, and then clenched his fist, which seemed as if cast from violet-gold. He punched out, his fist’s momentum rolling like thunder, smashing against the descending blade.

Clang!

Sparks flew everywhere, the screeching sound of metal clashing ringing out. Cracks spread across the fine steel blade until it finally shattered into countless pieces.

The crowd was filled with fear.

To clash barehanded against a sharp weapon—how incredibly strong must Qin Yi’s physical body be? Setting aside his unfathomable cultivation, even his body was ridiculously formidable. The chill of fear crept into their hearts—was it truly wise to oppose such a person?

Sha Wuqiu was stunned. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect his weapon to be shattered by a single punch from Qin Yi.

In a duel between experts, daring to blank out, especially when facing a monstrosity like Qin Yi, is sheer folly.

Qin Yi raised his hand, holding the Black Brick, and swung it towards Sha Wuqiu’s face. There was no grand show of force, no overwhelming power.

Bam!

Although Sha Wuqiu’s moment of blanking was brief, doing so before Qin Yi was akin to courting death. By the time he came to his senses, the brick in Qin Yi’s hand landed heavily and unceremoniously on his face, the sound of his bones cracking was chilling.

Sha Wuqiu let out a painful scream—his nasal bone, half of his cheekbone, and his full set of teeth were shattered completely by this brick, sending him tumbling and flying sideways.

Indeed, Sha Wuqiu was a Nascent Soul Stage expert, but after all, he was no god—being hit still hurt. Especially his nasal bridge, which was smashed to pieces, leaving a mix of sour, sweet, bitter, salty, and all flavors in his mouth, tears streaming uncontrollably from the pain.

Everyone was in shock. Especially the Qi Refiners from the Wolf Country—they instinctively staggered backward, distancing themselves from Qin Yi.

Qin Yi scanned the surroundings, a trace of mockery on his face, then approached the long table, pocketing the great medicine, weapons, and other treasures on it.

"You may leave." Qin Yi said to the dozen or so young girls whom Sha Wuqiu had brought as stakes.

These people were innocent. Although Qin Yi was decisive and ruthless, he only ever killed those who deserved death and never harmed an innocent soul.

According to Xiahou Jun, this Heavenly Gambling Festival had been held for over a decade, with countless women being abused to death each year, their bodies discarded in the wilderness, bones scattered across the windswept land, uncertain if their souls could find their way back.

No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible.

Thus, everyone present bore some responsibility for those innocent women’s deaths. Randomly killing ten among them, not one would be wronged. Anyone with a shred of humanity wouldn’t participate in such a perverse gambling event.

"Does it hurt?"

After releasing the women from the Wolf Country, Qin Yi turned to the wailing Sha Wuqiu and asked blandly.

"Qin Yi, I will tear you to pieces," Sha Wuqiu spat blood, furiously roaring like a wounded beast.

Qin Yi chuckled coldly, "I’m standing right here. If anyone present can touch even a corner of my clothes, consider it my loss."

The crowd was astounded by Qin Yi’s confidence.

How much self-assurance does it take to say something like that?

Qin Yi looked at Sha Wuqiu, then at Jingkou Mu, his gaze sweeping across each person, carrying unabashed disdain and contempt as he spoke indifferently, "Some say you’re the pride of heaven, some call you prodigies. I guess you’ve heard such remarks many times, haven’t you? Moreover, you’ve always considered yourselves as such, thinking you’re heaven’s favored, extraordinary, feeling entitled to tower above ordinary folk. So, their lives to you are worthless, as insignificant as ants, right?"

Their gazes flickered subtly. Qin Yi was right—they indeed thought that way. Isn’t that the truth? Those ordinary folks were so pitifully weak—in their eyes, weren’t they ants with no fault?

Qin Yi observed their reactions, his face full of ridicule and scorn, speaking indifferently, "In reality, you’re not heaven’s pride nor prodigies. Ordinary people in your eyes are as worthless as ants, and you, in my eyes, are mere trash—not even as good as ants."

Their expressions changed dramatically, their eyes clouded with shadows as they glared at Qin Yi.

Qin Yi’s face brimming with ridicule, he sneered, "To put it plainly, in my eyes, you’re like dirt chickens and clay dogs. Thus, don’t harbor any thoughts of resistance. To save us both time, you might as well all commit suicide—it’ll save me the trouble of making a move."

Mo Buwen shouted sternly, "Qin Yi, what do you mean? Are you planning to kill us all?"

"Please remove the word ’planning’," Qin Yi leisurely walked towards the long table before Jingkou Mu, speaking indifferently, "Chaos is imminent. To prevent you clowns from causing further trouble, I can only kill you all. This place has decent feng shui—suitable for burying people."

Everyone’s faces changed dramatically. Since dealing with Nan ZaiXu, Qin Yi had only harmed people, never taking their lives. Therefore, everyone felt that even if they couldn’t defeat Qin Yi, they wouldn’t die, right? But hearing Qin Yi’s words now, they were filled with dread.