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Qin Yi’s gaze was icy, his body slightly sank, adopting a strange posture, left hand crossed his chest, right hand slightly extended.

As Chen Feng’s fist was about to hit his head, he slightly tilted his head, and his right hand slapped fiercely onto Chen Feng’s arm, redirecting the trajectory of Chen Feng’s Balance Swinging Fist, causing it to miss entirely. The powerful Gang Qi on Chen Feng’s fist made Qin Yi’s hairs stand on end.

Immediately, Qin Yi thrust himself, as if on a suicidal run, directly into Chen Feng’s arms, his elbow slammed viciously into Chen Feng’s chest.

"Crack!"

A piercing sound of cracking bones echoed, Chen Feng’s chest bones shattered instantaneously, and his massive body staggered backward.

With a swift step, Qin Yi closed in again, his elbow smashed fiercely into Chen Feng’s chest once more, accompanied by the harsh sound of cracking bones, then a fierce knee strike hit between Chen Feng’s legs, lifting his massive body more than a meter off the ground.

Everyone felt their thighs tighten, as if they heard the sound of chickens flying and eggs breaking.

It wasn’t over, Qin Yi closed in again, his hand gripping Chen Feng’s neck, and before he hit the ground, he slammed him fiercely into the floor.

"Boom!"

Chen Feng’s back had a close encounter with the stone tiles of the ground, instantly shattering every stone tile within several meters around.

"Poof!"

Chen Feng suffered severe blows, screaming miserably, blood gushing from his mouth.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Punch after punch hammered Chen Feng’s face, in the blink of an eye, his head was severely beaten, dead beyond any doubt.

The scene was dead silent, no one could have imagined that even when wasted, Qin Yi could be so fierce.

Qin Yi slowly stood up, his fists stained with blood, all belonging to Chen Feng.

It was indeed effective, Qin Yi was delighted inside; he had just used Earthly martial arts... Tai Chi and Iron Mountain Lean.

Tai Chi he learned from mimicking park elders, Iron Mountain Lean he picked up from television.

Now without cultivation, relying only on his formidable physical strength, he thought the so-called Tai Chi was merely the elderly’s show piece for fitness, but in a rush, its execution dispersed Chen Feng’s powerful swinging punch.

Longxia Martial Arts is not as underestimated as people think.

The martial art is a killing technique; only in a society governed by law, the deadly moves have disappeared, leaving those used for fitness and health.

But thousands of years of heritage can’t be considered entirely useless.

Wei Tianlai’s eyes were as murky as water.

"Well, well, well, a useless person killed two of my royal family’s masters, intriguing. Do you truly think my royal family has no one? If one doesn’t suffice, all will go, let’s see how many you can kill."

Wei Tianlai resented Qin Yi’s arrogance.

Being a wasted person, what right do you have to be arrogant?

He looked towards those royal warriors, sneering sinisterly: "This person is so strong, clearly he doesn’t regard everyone here. You all go up together, give him a proper welcome, don’t diminish the prestige of our Xuanyuan royal family."

Qin Yi sneered, "Aiming for a wheel battle, what prestige do you have."

The surrounding royal warriors were eager to try.

Two fists are hard to oppose many hands, a fierce tiger can’t withstand a pack of wolves.

If one can’t defeat him, dozens, hundreds can, surely this wasted person can’t hold against all.

Qin Yi coldly scanned around, "Remember, you dare not kill me, but I can kill you. Once the fight begins, make sure you’re prepared for death."

The hearts of those present chilled.

This isn’t fair.

Qin Yi can kill them, but they can’t truly let loose; if they accidentally kill Qin Yi, defying the old Emperor’s order, they too would die.

Wei Tianlai shouted angrily: "What’s there to fear? Just go. This person has unparalleled physical power, not easily killed."

"Don’t fail to live up to the old Emperor’s gift, remember he’s a human punching bag."

"Senior Wei is right, why does a wasted person have the audacity to be arrogant on our turf?"

"That’s right, everyone go for it, leave him barely alive, as long as he’s not dead."

Over a hundred royal warriors approached slowly, eyes fierce.

Qin Yi was expressionless, clutching his fists tightly.

"Go, let this waste know, this is not a place for his rampage."

"Boom!"

Qin Yi’s eyes hardened, he took the initiative, charging directly at a Divine Separation Stage armored warrior without any fancy moves, landing a heavy punch on the chest.

The thick armor couldn’t withstand Qin Yi’s punch power.

"Poof!"

The armored warrior spewed blood as he was flung backward, leaving a fist mark on the golden armor’s chest.

"Boom!"

Rolling white light bombarded Qin Yi, causing him to stagger forward.

Qin Yi’s eyes were fierce, enduring the attack with his strong physical body.

With Divine Separation stage cultivation, his body could withstand it.

As he charged forward, he unleashed both fists.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two figures spewed blood as they flew backward.

"Attack, kill this brat."

"Dare to rampage in my royal family, you’re courting death."

A series of angry shouts, a series of miserable screams, a chaotic battle began.

"Boom!"

Qin Yi punched, dispersing the power of a Divine Separation late stage master, grabbing an arm and with a "crack" he twisted it off.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Violent attacks bombarded Qin Yi’s back, the shockwaves spread.

Qin Yi was shaken, his blood surged, but he endured silently, relying on physical strength.

"Boom!"

A heavy punch shattered an armored warrior’s head.

"Boom!"

A fierce swing leg hit a royal warrior’s double legs, snapping them cleanly with white bone exposed.

Without cultivation, Qin Yi remained fiercely overwhelming.

At this moment, fist, foot, shoulder, elbow, assaulting, all became savage weapons.

Qin Yi’s blood seeped from his mouth, his eyes crimson, like a wounded fierce beast, rampaging through the crowd.

"Grab his limbs, trap him."

A Divine Separation stage royal warrior charged, clutching Qin Yi’s right hand.

Qin Yi had yet to punch with his left hand before it was firmly clasped by someone else.

In a rush, Qin Yi turned his head, crashing his head against the person on his right.

Head to head.

A dull sound echoed, blood splattered, the royal warrior on the right’s head nearly exploded from the collision with Qin Yi.

Qin Yi too was dizzy from the hit, he shook his head vigorously to clear the dizziness, eyes growing even more crimson.

"Boom!"

A kick sent an approaching person flying, a shake of his left arm flung the royal warrior clinging to it away.

Qin Yi charged forward, crashing into someone’s embrace, then rampaging through, sending several flying.

These royal warriors had cultivation, even though most were Divine Separation stage, each strike chipped away at Qin Yi’s body’s defensive power.

Terrifying forces bombarded Qin Yi’s body.

Qin Yi was shaken, continuously spewing blood.

If it were any ordinary Qi Refiner, they’d have been shattered long ago.

Qin Yi, like a berserk beast, using formidable physical strength, powerful fists and feet, rampaged through the crowd.

If captured by him, it’d mean bones broken or worse, instant death.

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