A scream erupted from a Mo Family disciple, his face filled with horror. An eerie gurgling sounded from his throat, with frothy blood bubbling from his mouth and a bloody hole in his throat.
Bang!
The body hit the ground, kicking up a spray of yellow sand.
Not many people at the scene clearly saw how he died, but Qin Yi did. Bai Jingqing had conjured a flower among the yellow sand, which suddenly transformed into a small sword piercing through the disciple's throat.
Mo Tianhao and Nancheng Fei looked towards Bai Jingqing. Although not entirely sure it was her doing, in this place, only Bai Jingqing had such an ability.
All three were powerhouses on the verge of breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm, causing catastrophic destruction, with the sand continuously exploding in their wake, creating an astonishing display of power.
Qin Yi knew that although Bai Jingqing had a more stable foundation than Mo Tianhao and Nancheng Fei, her cultivation level was evenly matched, and she wouldn't last long. He needed to find a way out.
Puff!
Blood splattered as Bai Jingqing was struck and sent flying, her sleeve soaked in blood, a sword wound on her arm.
"Bai Jingqing, did you really think you were invincible?" Nancheng Fei sneered.
Bai Jingqing's expression remained cold and indifferent.
"Acting high and mighty, bitch, I'll give you a chance now. Strip yourself so the brothers can admire your body. Maybe then I'd be gentle with you," Mo Tianhao leered, laughing lasciviously.
Swish!
Bai Jingqing's face turned frosty with anger as she launched a proactive attack towards the two men.
"Bitch, refusing a toast to drink a forfeit."
The three engaged in battle once more.
Puff... Bang...
Bai Jingqing was sent flying again, spitting out a mouthful of bright red blood.
Her shoulder was pierced by Nancheng Fei's sword, and Mo Tianhao seized the opportunity to land a palm strike, causing her internal organs to shift.
Mo Wuji's eyes nearly split with rage, and furious roars erupted from him like a wounded beast.
"Bitch, can you still stand?" Mo Tianhao grinned like a pervert.
"Mo young master, since the Fairy is already in place, it would be wrong to be polite." Nancheng Fei, naturally lecherous, leered obscenely, with his throat rolling greedily.
Mo Tianhao laughed lecherously, "Nancheng, do you want to go first, or should I?"
"Why not together?" Nancheng Fei suggested perversely.
"Just what I was thinking," Mo Tianhao sniggered.
"Bitch, you play high and mighty and saintly but actually fancy Mo Wuji, that bastard. What does he have over me? Now, I'll let him watch as we play with you."
Mo Tianhao's grin was truly perverse as he turned to Mo Wuji, "Bastard, I want you to watch as I play with your woman. And not just me, all the brothers here will take turns sampling the Baihua Pavilion's Holy Daughter, hahaha..."
Mo Tianhao and Nancheng Fei exchanged a glance, laughing wildly, approaching Bai Jingqing with urgency as they undid their belts.
Puff!
Mo Wuji was so enraged that he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Mo Tianwei stepped forward, mockingly looking down on Mo Wuji, "Bastard, no matter how deep you hide, you still lost to my brother in the end."
"Keep flaunting, you even dared to make me apologize? Who are you? Today, you will watch as we all taste your woman, and I'll personally kill you, bastard."
Mo Tianhao laughed arrogantly, "Tianwei, turn his head to watch me and Nancheng play with his woman."
Mo Tianwei smirked sinisterly, reaching out to forcibly turn Mo Wuji's head.
Suddenly, a fair, slender hand appeared out of nowhere, grasping Mo Tianwei's arm with a snap, breaking it clean.
The excruciating pain made him open his mouth to wail, but the hand moved quicker, gripping his neck with contracting fingers, trapping the scream in his throat.
"Killing Old Mo is beyond you, but when you see King Yan, tell him it was Qin Yi who killed you."
Crack!
The chilling sound of breaking bones made one's body shiver as Mo Tianwei's neck was crushed like a chick's, his head lifelessly drooping, his eyes wide in terror and disbelief, unable to believe he died so easily.
Mo Wuji, Zi Yuan, and the three women had gleaming eyes. Could Qin Yi have fully recovered?
With Qin Yi recovered, their crisis was resolved.
However, Mo Tianhao, Nancheng Fei, and the others were terrified out of their wits. They never dreamed Qin Yi would suddenly recover at this moment.
"Little one, thank you! You've saved my life twice now," Qin Yi glanced at the little lamb underfoot.
No one had noticed the little creature curled up by Qin Yi's leg.
Earlier, this little one had licked Qin Yi's hand, and unexpectedly, Qin Yi found his hand moving again. This little one's saliva could break the petrification.
"You, you..." Nancheng Fei was so scared he nearly lost his soul, unable to finish a sentence.
Even if Mo Wuji recovered, they wouldn't be this afraid. But facing Qin Yi, having once suffered losses at his hand, they knew exactly how terrifying he was.
"Before, I thought you disciples of the Five Great Families were just arrogantly blind. But now, it seems you're a bit slow. Why all this chatter when killing? Haven't you heard villains die from too much talk?" Qin Yi looked disdainful.
"If I were you, I'd kill me and Mo Wuji first, then enjoy the women slowly. Isn't that safer? Or are you naturally perverse, needing an audience while defiling women?"
"Qin Yi, we were wrong. Spare us, and we will leave," Nancheng Fei pleaded with horror.
Qin Yi chuckled, "Please, think before you speak, okay? Talking to you really lowers my IQ. What makes you so high and mighty, your so-called noble bloodline?"
"You're so utterly foolish, talking to you makes me sick. So it's best if you just die."
Swish!
Nancheng Fei suddenly charged towards Bai Jingqing, trying to take her as a hostage.
Qin Yi smirked, mocking, "At least you have some brains, just used in the wrong place."