CHAPTER 593: CHAPTER 593: BLOOD STAINS SABER FOREST VALLEY

Zhengtian Zhan, after all, was a strong figure at the Nascent Soul Late Stage. Even though he was at a disadvantage, he still had the basic ability to react. He desperately stabilized his form, frantically swung the Big Mace, as black light surged, fiercely lashing out at the oncoming Fist Mark.

Boom!

After all, this mace was a top-grade Spiritual Artifact, carrying extraordinary power, shattering a Fist Mark and sweeping up a storm.

However, Zhengtian Zhan was also shaken, spitting blood again, his arm trembling, and the Big Mace almost slipped from his grip.

Boom! Boom...!

Zhengtian Zhan’s techniques were outdated and slow to change. The remaining few Fist Marks hit him without any embellishment, exploding with a roar. If not for the Willow Leaf Cold Silver Armor, the terrifying shredding force would nearly have torn him to pieces.

The black silk robe on Zhengtian Zhan’s outside was directly shredded, revealing the bright Willow Leaf Cold Silver Armor underneath. This armor consisted of willow-leaf-shaped plates, flickering with a silvery white glow, protecting its owner.

Qin Yi’s eyes narrowed slightly, impressed by such a Treasure Armor.

Even with the protection of the Willow Leaf Cold Silver Armor, it could only shield the body from harm, not the arms. The black Big Mace in Zhengtian Zhan’s hand was flung away by the impact, and his arm was crushed to pieces by the violent force, sending his whole body flying like a cannonball.

Boom!

Zhengtian Zhan, like Nan ZaiXu and Onikuchi Ki, was shot into the mountain wall, crashing and exploding a section, with rubble flying everywhere.

Qin Yi raised his hand, and the black Big Mace that had fallen to the ground landed in his hand.

"A fine item." Qin Yi scrutinized it, noting its quality was not much different from the Netherflame Stick.

This mace likely belonged to Longxia, as such weaponry existed in Longxia. Moreover, given the quality of this weapon, even Longxia would have a hard time finding a few; crafting this in a small country like the Southern Country would be impossible.

Even if the Southern Country had such an Artifact Refiner, it wouldn’t craft a Big Mace. A Big Mace is a blunt weapon, and even in Longxia, few would wield it.

Qin Yi did not know he was right. This Big Mace indeed belonged to Longxia, to a strong figure there. Decades ago, after the battle of Luoshen Mountain, its owner perished, and the Big Mace was taken by a Southern Country strong figure.

Embedded in the stone wall, Zhengtian Zhan spat large mouthfuls of frothy blood, which trickled down his chin, dripped onto the Willow Leaf Cold Silver Armor, but after the Silver Light flashed, the blood was isolated, not staining it.

Qin Yi speculated that even the Willow Leaf Cold Silver Armor on Zhengtian Zhan’s body was probably something from Longxia.

Bang!

The explosive sound erupted, rubble flew, and Zhengtian Zhan rushed out.

Swish!

The first thing Zhengtian Zhan did upon breaking free was to escape, fleeing desperately and frantically toward the valley exit like a stray dog, clinging to life while there was hope.

A Nascent Soul Late Stage expert’s speed was as fast as lightning, especially when fleeing for his life, performing exceptionally, doubling his speed.

Zhengtian Zhan was terrified, his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys trembling. He had only one thought now: to get as far away from this monster Qin Yi as possible.

Qin Yi watched Zhengtian Zhan flee without pursuit, a smile on his lips with a hint of disdain.

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, Zhengtian Zhan arrived at the valley entrance, but in the next second, Purple Light soared, a purple barrier appeared abruptly, like a purple iron wall. Unable to stop, Zhengtian Zhan crashed into it hard, especially with his face hitting first.

The purple ripples shook, bursting with brilliant purple light, and a terrifying rebound force swept out.

Zhengtian Zhan let out a miserable cry, his nasal bone was crushed, his face was smashed into a bloody mess, tasting all sweet, sour, bitter, pungent, and salty flavors in his mouth, wailing in pain.

The corners of Qin Yi’s mouth curled slightly, his expression filled with mockery, more so with indifference.

Swish!

Qin Yi’s figure flickered and vanished from where he stood. His entire being swept toward Zhengtian Zhan like a faint shadow, his fists turning into purple-gold, as if cast from purple-gold.

Zhengtian Zhan was so scared his eyeballs seemed like they would pop out. Having lost the Big Mace, he desperately channeled his cultivation, both palms striking out, turning violent power into a torrent aimed at Qin Yi.

Qin Yi’s expression remained indifferent; he neither dodged nor evaded, both hands making a tearing motion in the air. With a ripping sound, he tore Zhengtian Zhan’s torrent apart like fabric.

Zhengtian Zhan was scared out of his wits, but in the next second, he felt a blur in front of his eyes. His throat tightened as an iron clamp-like hand grasped his neck and lifted him up.

Zhengtian Zhan trembled all over in terror, frantically channeling his cultivation in an attempt to break free. However, an even more horrifying event occurred. The power that Qin Yi’s hand exuded suppressed all of his cultivation, rendering it immobile.

Only then did he realize the gap between him and Qin Yi was so vast.

Zhengtian Zhan’s face turned ashen, as if mourning a dead parent.

"Goodbye."

Qin Yi’s gentle voice chilled Zhengtian Zhan’s blood. He panic-strickenly opened his mouth to beg for mercy. But with a crack, this was the last sound he heard before his head lolled to the side, plunging into endless darkness.

Qin Yi, expressionless, removed the Willow Leaf Cold Silver Armor from Zhengtian Zhan’s body and casually discarded the corpse.

Nan ZaiXu witnessed it all, his entire being embedded in the stone wall, struggling feebly. His eyes were filled with venom and even more with fear and regret. He regretted using Qin Yi’s name, regretted provoking this God of Killing. Otherwise, he would still be the handsome, admired young man surrounded by flowers.

However, the world does not offer regret pills or what-ifs; nothing can start over.

Nan ZaiXu trembled like a sieve. He did not want to look so miserable, but the fear was bone-deep, his trembling body unable to be controlled.

He knew his end was inevitable.

Qin Yi stashed away the Willow Leaf Cold Silver Armor, turned, and raised his eyes to look at Nan ZaiXu.

Nan ZaiXu’s body froze, no longer trembling, as if paralyzed by fear.

Qin Yi walked back step by step toward Nan ZaiXu, who was embedded halfway up the mountain, as if walking on invisible steps.

"Qin Yi, you’ve won. But you will regret it." Nan ZaiXu stared at Qin Yi, as though he wanted to remember this face for eternity. Yet quickly he looked away; he did not want to remember this face lest it make him tremble in the next life.

Qin Yi looked at him indifferently: "You really don’t understand me. Has Qin ever regretted anything I’ve done?"

"You drew in the list warriors in my name, probably sensing danger, knowing chaos is coming, so you accumulated strength."

"I’ve never expected people like you to contribute when chaos arrives. But you shouldn’t have dragged me down."

"Qin Yi, spare me, spare my dog life. I’m willing to follow you, to serve you as a loyal servant..." Nan ZaiXu begged, his voice trembling, his eyes full of hope; he did not want to die.

The smile on Qin Yi’s lips held no warmth but was icy cold instead: "Those who follow me are my friends; Qin needs no dog at his side."

"Nan ZaiXu, decades ago, how many heroes died on Luoshen Mountain, their blood not yet dried, their souls not yet at peace. Yet people like you, for selfish gain, consorted with wolves for profit. How can I tolerate you?"

"Decades ago, nations invaded, blood stained Luoshen Mountain. Now, I’m going to collect some interest, blood-staining this Saber Forest Valley."

With that, Qin Yi’s eyes flashed with coldness. With a swift motion, he mercilessly snapped Nan ZaiXu’s neck with a crack.