Qin Yi was determined to slaughter every Qi Refiner from the allied nations, leaving none alive, so his strikes were ruthless and merciless beyond compare.

Showing mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

These tiny countries had a twisted national ideology, like the Lie State, whose people were more disgusting than flies, spouting nonsense and twisting the truth, believing the whole world belonged to them.

Qin Yi didn't believe for a second that letting these clowns go today would teach them gratitude.

These people, when powerless, would kneel and lick your toes, but given the slightest chance, they'd jump up and bite you without hesitation.

Therefore, they must not be spared.

Severed limbs flew, and blood splattered everywhere.

Qin Yi chased down those Qi Refiners fleeing in all directions, his blade falling swiftly and decisively, killing them all, leaving none alive.

Thus, the alliance of nations, three hundred Qi Refiners, was left without a single survivor.

A terrible killing intent shrouded Qin Yi, a murderous aura reaching the sky.

He lifted his head to look at the sky.

Only the Wild Wolf remained.

All others had been slaughtered.

"Poof!"

The Wild Wolf screamed miserably, as a rain of blood fell from the air.

One of his arms was brutally severed by the fierce White Tiger.

The Wild Wolf swayed, weakened to the extreme.

Qin Yi's figure flickered and appeared mid-air.

The Wild Wolf looked down, seeing corpses everywhere, the land dyed red, his entire being crestfallen.

He truly regretted it.

"One wrong move, and the whole game is lost. Restarting the Battle of Luoshen Mountain was the biggest mistake of my life." The Wild Wolf roared in agony.

Because of their decision, the Qi Refiners from the various nations were completely buried.

For a century, perhaps centuries, the Qi Refiners from these nations would find it impossible to rise again.

The Wild Wolf looked at Qin Yi, his face pale as paper, "Qin Yi, we counted everything, calculated everything, but missed out on you alone."

Qin Yi, engulfed in killing intent, said coldly, "Even without me, Qin, Longxia is not yours to covet."

"The Azure Dragon was right, Longxia with you is enough! Alas, my nations, we planned for so long, only to fall at your hands. I, the Wild Wolf, deserve death, but I only wish that centuries later, my nations will produce a prodigy like you."

Qin Yi said indifferently, "Dragons should soar the Nine Heavens, rats should hide in the gutter. Your desire to ascend was always doomed to a fatal fall."

The Wild Wolf's mouth foamed with blood, the regret on his face evident.

He looked at the bodies below, "I was wrong! But regret is useless now. It's over, everything's finished. They're all dead, and I should go too, let my death atone."

Qin Yi, but in the end, you couldn't kill me, hahaha..."

The Wild Wolf laughed wildly, raising his hand to strike his heavenly cover.

"Boom!"

Red and white matter splattered, a black light blasting the Wild Wolf's head open.

Qin Yi raised his hand, and the black brick that suddenly appeared behind the Wild Wolf and blew his head up flew back into Qin Yi's hand, not a drop of blood on it.

Even the likes of White Tiger couldn't help but feel their hearts tremble.

Qin Yi was too domineering, not even giving the Wild Wolf the chance to commit suicide.

Suddenly, the sky darkened, a fierce wind arose, dispersing the thick smell of blood.

At this moment, the world lost its color, becoming dim and gloomy.

The violent struggle had ended.

This Shura Battlefield, the name of Qin Yi was destined to be remembered by the world.

Everyone returned to the peak of Luoshen Mountain.

Qin Yi went to check on the Azure Dragon's condition.

Xuanwu asked, "How's old Dragon?"

"He's fine, nothing major, the old guy just loves to show off. His body had issues, yet he dared to fight ten at once."

Xuanwu said, "We were dragging him down."

"Tch, you have the nerve to say that, representing the strongest power of Longxia, you were actually outwitted by a few old dogs of the Su Family." Qin Yi looked disgruntled.

"I don't want to hear that." Xuanwu retorted, "Wasn't it you who provoked the Su Family, kid?"

Qin Yi: "..."

"They came to provoke me first."

"Does it make a difference?"

Qin Yi rolled his eyes dramatically, turning to Iron-Crutch Li and He Xianhua, "Uncle Li, Aunty, should I present you with a little golden man?"

Iron-Crutch Li and He Xianhua chuckled awkwardly.

Qin Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, "You two are great actors, I didn't notice a thing."

Actually, Qin Yi should have noticed earlier, he just didn't think deeply. How could a homeless man living off scraps have such a tidy home?

And then there's the Netherflame Stick, even if the average person didn't recognize it, when he said the Netherflame Stick was worth a fortune, a wanderer was untempted and just asked for a few bottles of wine.

Iron-Crutch Li laughed dryly and said, "We didn't mean to deceive you, it was the Azure Dragon who asked us to secretly protect you."

Qin Yi was a bit surprised to learn it was arranged by the Azure Dragon.

In truth, one must admit that the old guy had indeed been quite good to him.

He Xianhua said, "Back then, you were pitifully weak, the Azure Dragon feared for your safety, so he asked us to secretly protect you. Just didn't expect that in just a few months, your cultivation would reach such a level, truly a prodigy."

"Was that Netherflame Stick also the old Azure Dragon's idea for you to give to me?"

Iron-Crutch Li shook his head, "The Netherflame Stick I took from an ancient relic, seeing you lacking a handy weapon, I intended to let you use it. Didn't expect you'd soon use it to court a girl instead."

Qin Yi: "..."

"You're talking nonsense, it's just that Lin Hongzhuang's cultivation technique is fire attribute, and the Netherflame Stick suited her perfectly, so I gave it to her."

Xuanwu walked over, smiling, "Qin Yi, besides old Li and old He, you don't know the others, do you?"

Qin Yi nodded.

Xuanwu said, "Back then, besides the four of us including the old Dragon, there were also the Eight Immortals with outstanding achievements, and they are the Eight Immortals. They are just accustomed to freedom, enjoy wandering, so their fame isn't well-known. Come, let me introduce them to you."

Xuanwu introduced them to Qin Yi one by one.

The Eight Immortals were not really the Eight Immortals, it was because their surnames coincided with those of the mythical Eight Immortals, hence they were called the Eight Immortals.

In the great battle of Luoshen Mountain back then, the contributions of the Eight Immortals were no less than those of the Four Guardian Gods. However, these eight were indifferent to fame and fortune, and after victory, they disappeared, withdrawing to seclusion or journeying through the mortal world.

For these people, Qin Yi was truly respectful from the bottom of his heart, greeted each one, and respectfully called them seniors.

The Eight Immortals didn't dare to act supercilious in front of Qin Yi, after all, everyone's seen Qin Yi's combat prowess.

It's fair to say their lives were saved by Qin Yi. If not for Qin Yi arriving in time, they would've long since perished.

The Vermilion Bird walked over, looking at Qin Yi, said, "You should regulate your breathing a bit, the Evil Qi on you is too heavy, don't let it corrode your mind."

Qin Yi nodded, the killing intent in his heart was surging, potentially affecting his mind. He immediately sat cross-legged and began controlling his energy to disperse the Evil Qi.

Xuanwu walked over to the edge of the cliff, looking down at the Shura Battlefield below, sighed, "With this battle, Longxia can be safe for a hundred years."

"You're thinking too simply, with these clowns gone, there are still those Hidden Families." The Vermilion Bird sneered.

This time, the Hidden Families were thoroughly enraged, joining forces with outsiders, almost getting them killed.