Translator: Noodletown Translated Editor: Noodletown Translated
Yang Xie’s face was gloomy when he saw all his disciples were killed. His eyes shone with a cold right and a flame of anger was set off in his heart.
I am going to kill you.
Yang Xie looked at Qingfeng Li with murderous intentions.
He was furious that Qingfeng had massacred his own people.
Son, how dare you kill the members of my Wicked-Imperial Sect? Are you seeking death?
Yang Xier looked at Qingfeng Li gloomily, as if he was already dead.
I think it’s you who is seeking death. You have two options: to kneel and beg for forgiveness or to die,
Qingfeng Li said in a cold voice.
Yang Xie surely wouldn’t comply with Qingfeng’s first demand, because he was the young lord of the Wicked-Imperial Sect, and his actions represented his sect.
He had a high position in the unorthodox world; he had always been the one who bullied and dominated others, not the other way around.
Yang Xie whipped out his sword and drew an arc in the air. It flew towards Qingfeng Li with sharp sword energy.
Qingfeng Li was reluctant to show any weakness. He kept calm, not paying much attention to Yang Xie’s attack.
Sword Energy Mountains and Rivers.
Qingfeng Li yelled and whipped out his Golden Light Sword.
Golden sword energy formed a giant shadow of mountains and river. It collided onto the young lord’s sword and broke it into halves, causing Yang Xie to take a few steps back.
Although Yang Xie was a level nine Spirit King Realm Master, a level higher than Qingfeng Li, he was no match for Qingfeng at all. Qingfeng’s one move had completely defeated him.
Yang Xie stretched out his right hand and took out a talisman from his chest pocket, which contained very strong power.
He lit the talisman up and it transformed into a red flame with an extremely high temperature, charging straight at Qingfeng Li.
Seeing him calling out a talisman, Qingfeng Li laughed arrogantly.
This dumbss needs to look in the mirror before attacking me with a flame talisman.
Yang Xie had no idea how strong Qingfeng Li’s body was. It could endure flames of devastatingly high temperatures. Even a few thousands of degrees will cause no harm to his body, not to mention this pitiful flame talisman.
Qingfeng Li grasped the flame with his right hand to everyone’s astonishment. He pinched it and it immediately broke into small pieces and disappeared.
How is this possible? How can you touch the thousands-degree talisman with your bare hand?
being shocked, Yang Xie asked surprisingly.
He was already startled by the fact that Qingfeng Li was capable of defeating him with one chop of a sword. The grabbing of the flame with his bare hand put Yang Xie into more shock.
The surrounding people were also shocked with their mouths open. They had never seen any human catching an extremely high-temperature flame with their bare hand. He must be a demon.
Qingfeng Li pointed the ground with his toe and launched himself into the air, instantly landing beside Yang Xie.
He whipped his Golden Light Sword at Yang Xie’s throat with sharp sword energy, immediately cutting through his throat
Splash!
A hole appeared on Yang Xie’s throat with a splash of warm blood.
My dad will never let you live…
he glimpsed at Qingfeng Li with resentment. Then his eyes faded as his breath weakened. Yang Xie fell hard onto the ground and died.
Seeing Yang Xie dead, the surrounding people started chatting.
Who is this reckless fellow? He killed Yang Xie!
I recognize him. He is the super-powerful Qingfeng Li we’ve been hearing about lately.
So what? Qingfeng Li is powerful? Yang Xie is the young lord of the Wicked-Imperial Sect and the son of a half-step Spirit Emperor Realm master. He is in deep trouble and will definitely be killed.
They were so astonished, as if they had just seen the most unbelievable thing.
Qingfeng Li did not pay any attention to their chatting nor their stares.
Yang Xie had already become Qingfeng Li’s enemy the second he started chasing after Alice. That was his death sentence.
So he killed Yang Xie, what could they do about it? If the lord of the Wicked-Imperial Sect were to come to him, he wouldn’t mind finishing him up with the Golden Flame.
He went over to Yang Xie and searched through his pockets. He soon found the Wicked-Imperial Technique and a bottle of an elixir.
It was a level nine King tier elixir and there were also several king level vitality stones. They were all very rare treasures.
What a fat lamb! Qingfeng Li laughed in cheerfulness.
Strictly speaking, Qingfeng Li was a cultivator not belonging to any specific sect, which meant he had no resources.
Although his techniques were strong and were all on immortal levels, he had neither vitality stones nor elixirs. Only self-cultivators from important sects or powers would have access to vaults of these things.
Qingfeng Li stored all the treasures in his interspatial ring and left.
He walked over to Alice and stretched out his palm to transfer some of his vital essence into her body to help heal her wounds.
Where is the Wolf Fang Team, Alice?
Qingfeng Li asked.
Alice told him,
We were being chased by the people from Wicked-Imperial Sect and so we split up, deciding to meet at the entrance to Hell.
Qingfeng Li frowned,
Hell is extremely dangerous. Why would you make that your rendezvous spot?
Alice smiled lightly and explained,
We know that you would be heading there so we made it the meet-up spot to see you.
Qingfeng Li nodded in understanding. All his friends knew that his destination was the Hell under the Kunlun Mountains.
At this moment, Black Puppy, Flower Fairy, and Xianzhi Qin walked over as well.
Qingfeng Li, if we hurry towards Hell right now, we might be able to see Sky-Devouring Snake,
Black Puppy wiggled his tail and said.
Although they constantly fought, Black Puppy and Sky-Devouring Snake were actually very close.
Yes, let’s go.
Qingfeng Li waved his hand and led everyone towards Hell.
The surrounding people backed up to clear a path for Qingfeng Li.
They were looking at Qingfeng Li in great terror. He seemed like a devil to them since he had just killed the young lord and a dozen disciples of the Wicked-Imperial Sect. Qingfeng Li seemed more wicked to them than the Wicked-Imperial Sect itself.
Their way to Hell was unobstructed, and they got closer and closer to the destination.
Qingfeng Li looked up into the sky above Hell. He could clearly feel the phantoms still fighting up there, ripping apart time and space.
