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Qin Yi looked coldly at the bald man from the Vajra Sect below, who was wailing, with contempt all over his face.

He didn’t dislike truly bad people, but he really hated these fake good people.

Such people are despicable and shameless, insidious and ruthless, definitely hypocrites.

This baldy clearly wanted to kill him, yet spoke so righteously.

"Vajra Body, walking alone in the world, ha..."

Qin Yi sneered disdainfully, "It seems like your Vajra Body is nothing special, even your Holy Buddha cannot protect you. I’ll send you off to meet your Holy Buddha, no need to thank me."

Dazzling purple Qi swirled around Qin Yi’s fist.

With a punch, a purple Fist Mark erupted from his fist, expanded wildly in the wind, and transformed into the size of a millstone, crashing down toward the wailing bald man.

"Stop!"

A black-robed figure from the Netherworld Clan shouted sharply.

At the same time, black mist rolled in front of the bald man, and a figure manifested.

Qin Yi was slightly surprised; the appearance of this person was indeed bizarre, somewhat resembling a summoning technique.

The manifested figure suddenly raised its head, striking out with a palm, terrifying power surged from the palm, colliding with the Fist Mark.

"Boom!"

The storm swept through, lifting the ground three feet high.

The manifested figure was directly blasted to pieces by the Fist Mark.

The punch’s momentum was unparalleled, sweeping out, turning one leg of the bald man from the Vajra Sect into blood mist.

Agonizing screams echoed above the City Lord’s Mansion.

Qin Yi snorted coldly, looking at the two black-robed figures from the Netherworld Clan, "I want to kill him, can you stop me?"

The person who suddenly manifested was clearly a puppet; at the moment he looked up, Qin Yi saw his eyes were gray-white, devoid of any emotion. Moreover, when this person exploded, there was neither blood nor fat inside, as if he was a man made of muscles, all over his body.

"Tsk tsk... It’s been a while since I’ve encountered such a perfect body, young and powerfully cultivated. If it could be refined into a puppet, it would be perfect."

A black-robed figure from the Netherworld Clan chuckled unnaturally.

Qin Yi snorted coldly, with fingers like knives, slicing through the air; a crescent-shaped purple blade tore through the night sky, slashing towards the opponent.

"Swish!"

The purple blade flashed past, directly piercing through the opponent’s body.

Qin Yi was slightly stunned, his eyes narrowed; the opponent shouldn’t be so weak.

Indeed, a strange laugh echoed, as the black-robed figure suddenly transformed into a mass of black mist and dissipated, then gathered in another place.

Qin Yi’s eyes narrowed slightly; these Netherworld Clan people are certainly bizarre.

"The reason the Netherworld Clan is powerful is because they possess two life-preserving techniques. One is Puppetry Technique, the other is Undying Body," the Evil Lord told Qin Yi.

Qin Yi was slightly stunned, then sneered, "Undying Body?"

"Actually, it’s not truly an Undying Body; it’s just that they can transform into mist, making them difficult to kill. However, you have something that can restrain their mist transformation."

Qin Yi pondered for a moment, "Chaotic Purple Flames."

"Exactly!" the Evil Lord chuckled.

Chaotic Purple Flames are the nemesis of all filth.

"Tsk tsk... What a hotheaded young man."

Qin Yi looked up, frowned, "Can you shut your bird mouth? If you’re unwilling to be human, unwilling to speak properly, I can help break your throat. Do you know how unpleasant your laugh is? Even the night owl sounds a hundred times better."

The night owl is a bird living in the dark, its call like a ghost’s cry, extremely unpleasant.

"Kid, if you dare disrespect me, I will surely refine you into a puppet."

Qin Yi said indifferently, "We’ll talk about that after this is over. I have a question for you. I have three friends, one man, two women; the man is handsome, the women beautiful. Are they in your hands?"

"You’re talking about that young dragon, a Nine-tailed Silver Fox, and a winged girl, right?"

Qin Yi’s eyes narrowed slightly, "You indeed know them. Where are they?"

"Those three have already been refined into puppets by us, hehe..."

Qin Yi’s eyes turned cold, his gaze opening and closing with terrifying murderous intent, as if substantive.

The Phoenix Feather wings swished open, flames flowing.

With a flap of the wings, Qin Yi was already in front of the opponent, punching out; punch momentum roared like an Evil Dragon, as if the air within hundreds of meters around was being evacuated.

However, the Netherworld Clan’s person transformed into a mass of black mist, slowly dispersing, while the Fist Light roared like a dragon, sweeping half the sky, causing the void to tremble and roar continuously.

"Kid, your cultivation is not bad, but it’s a pity you can’t hit the target. Everything is wasted, tsk tsk..."

Qin Yi’s eyes narrowed, his figure flickered, reappearing in front of the opponent.

He punched out, the dazzling Fist Light flowed like a river breaking its levees.

The black-robed figure’s body again dispersed.

"Gather for me."

Spoken Word Follows.

The dispersed black mist unexpectedly began to gather obediently.

"Boom!"

The Fist Light smashed into the black mist, a figure was directly knocked out from the black mist, and the black robes on the body were blasted into fragments.

Qin Yi focused his gaze, finally seeing the true face of this black-robed man.

This person’s facial features were fairly decent, but the only thing different from ordinary people was his overly pale complexion, without a hint of blood, like someone who hasn’t seen sunlight in decades, exuding a sickly aura.

His eyes were filled with shock, an excruciating trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, staring intently at Qin Yi.

"Why do you know the secret technique of the Vajra Sect?"

Qin Yi was slightly puzzled, then understood; the Evil Lord had said that the secret technique of the Vajra Sect and his Spirit Awakening Technique have similar principles.

This person should have mistaken the Spirit Awakening Technique for the Vajra Sect’s secret technique.

However, Qin Yi couldn’t be bothered to explain.

Qin Yi said indifferently, "It’s said that your Netherworld Clan has two life-preserving techniques, which makes you invincible. One is Puppetry Technique, the other supposedly makes you unkillable. Qin intends to test if there truly is anyone unkillable in this world."

"Swish!"

With a flap of the wings, Qin Yi appeared abruptly in front of the opponent, and raised his hand—a slap.

"Swish!"

Black mist swept through, dissipating in the wind.

Qin Yi was slightly startled; he thought the opponent’s mist transformation was due to that black robe, but didn’t expect it was a cultivation technique.

This cultivation technique has similar principles to his Clone Shadow Transformation.

"Kid, you’re right. Puppetry Technique, Fog Transformation Technique, are the foundation of our Netherworld Clan’s invincible status."

Qin Yi lowered his head, sneering repeatedly, when someone thinks only of survival, they’ve already lost.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I’m laughing at your ignorance."

Divine Thought expanded, reflecting the surroundings for thousands of meters in Qin Yi’s mind.

With a flap of the wings, Qin Yi once again appeared in front of the opponent, punching out.

"Swish!"

The opponent instantly misted.

However, this punch from Qin Yi was completely devoid of power.

Then, his figure vanished, reappearing tens of meters away, a fierce whirlwind leg swept out.

"Bang!"

The black mist just appeared, ready to gather, was swept away by Qin Yi’s forceful whirlwind leg.

The black mist drifted in the wind, slowly converging.

But Qin Yi, like a specter, appeared again behind him, executing a Balance Swinging Fist, scattering the black mist once more.

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