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In the blink of an eye, Qin Yi had dispatched two of Heng Li’s puppets.

The puppets, though powerful, were ultimately living dead and reacted slower than living beings.

If they were normal Ninth Rank Transcendance Tribulation Stage cultivators, Qin Yi wouldn’t find it so easy to kill them.

Puppets only knew how to attack and didn’t understand defense; to put it bluntly, they had no brains.

But puppets had one advantage: they were fearless.

Under normal circumstances, when two companions were slain in quick succession, the rest would inevitably feel some fear.

But not the puppets; they only followed their master’s wishes.

So, even though Qin Yi killed two puppets, the others still rushed forward with cries.

Heng Li’s face turned ugly, as if he’d lost his parents.

The higher the cultivation, the harder it was to find materials to refine puppets. He had painstakingly gathered these eight; now Qin Yi had casually destroyed two.

"Qin Yi, you will pay for your actions."

Heng Li was enraged; with a flash of light, a silvery longsword appeared in his palm.

The sword unsheathed with a resounding hum.

This was a rare top-grade Holy Artifact.

Heng Li roared in anger, the longsword slashing through the air, a chilling Sword Qi bursting from the blade tip, tearing the void, and slashing toward Qin Yi.

The Sword Qi shone like light, moving as fast as lightning, appearing before Qin Yi in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the Sword Qi split from one to two, then into four... and in the blink of an eye, transformed into hundreds of Sword Qi.

"Petty tricks!"

Qin Yi sneered disdainfully.

A purple barrier appeared before Qin Yi, purple ripples pulsating.

"Tweet tweep...!"

The hundreds of Sword Qi collided with the barrier, disappearing without a trace, like stones sinking into the sea.

Heng Li was momentarily stunned.

However, by this time, Qin Yi’s figure flickered and vanished.

Heng Li’s body stiffened, his gaze vigilant to the extreme, his entire body tense as he carefully sensed the surroundings.

Qin Yi’s speed was too fast, impossible to defend against; he couldn’t afford even the slightest inattention.

"Puff!"

A soft sound made Heng Li stiffen, his head sharply turning, only to see a head flying tens of meters away.

He had thought Qin Yi would attack him, but never expected Qin Yi would attack his puppet.

Another Ninth Rank Transcendance Tribulation Stage puppet was easily decapitated by Qin Yi.

Qin Yi turned back, looking at Heng Li with an expressionless face, "I told you, without Absolute Domain, you are not qualified to fight me."

Heng Li’s face was filled with resentment, anger breeding within him.

He was a Netherworld General under the God Slaying Netherworld King’s command; even without Absolute Domain, he was a pinnacle expert of the Transcendance Tribulation Stage. When had he ever been so belittled?

"Qin Yi, you deserve to die."

Heng Li roared, wielding the longsword, its hum escalating.

"Swoosh!"

Heng Li soared through the void, directly facing Qin Yi, the longsword swift like a Poison Snake, carrying a hissing sound, stabbing towards Qin Yi’s throat.

"Shchk!"

A single thrust pierced the throat.

Heng Li was stunned.

That’s not right, the Qin Yi before him was dispersing like sand.

The same move again, he’d been fooled once already.

By the time he realized it, it was too late.

"Puff!"

An Eighth Rank Transcendance Tribulation Stage puppet was easily beheaded by Qin Yi.

Of the eight puppets, only four remained now.

A deep, chilling fear welled up inside Heng Li.

He turned his head sharply, his heart skipping a beat, as if gripped tightly, his breath stalled.

Seeing the two clones surrounding Qin Yi, they had been slaughtered into chaos.

Of the ten Netherworld Envoy, only three were left.

Of the seven experts from the City Lord’s Mansion, only one remained.

"Boom!"

Flesh and blood flew.

A Netherworld Envoy was punched by Qin Yi’s red-clad clone, his body exploding into pieces.

A purple light flashed in the air, fleeting.

The lone surviving warrior from the City Lord’s Mansion had a thumb-sized blood hole at his brow, his gaze fixed, his body falling from mid-air.

Overall, Qin Yi’s two clones were distinct in character.

The red-clad clone was wholly born for slaughter, ruthless and cruel in means.

The purple-clad clone appeared rather elegant, killing like completing a piece of art.

"Boom!"

A fierce gale erupted in the air, clouds turned by wind into two Wind Blade Dragons.

The remaining two Netherworld Envoy screamed in horror, turning to flee.

However, before they could escape far, they were shredded into fragments by the two Wind Blade Dragons.

The two clones silently stared at Qin Yi, waiting for Qin Yi’s next command.

Qin Yi’s eyes brimmed with killing intent, "I said, kill, leave none alive."

The red-clad and purple-clad clones didn’t hesitate for a moment, directly charging towards Heng Li’s puppets.

Qin Yi looked at Heng Li, slowly extending three fingers, "Within three moves, I’ll deal with you."

Heng Li’s old face was gloomy, his gaze vicious, he sneered, "Arrogant, can you do it?"

"Qin has always kept his word."

As the words fell, the aura around Qin Yi surged, his hair fluttered violently, and his robes exploded fiercely.

Within his body, bones and tendons emitted dazzling golden light, his blood boiling like hot water, his heartbeat like a drum.

At this moment, Qin Yi’s cultivation operated to its maximum.

The Phoenix Feather behind him unfurled with a swish, the Phoenix Battle Armor on him radiating Red Flames.

"Whoosh!"

The air trembled with a deafening sonic boom, reverberating.

"Bang!"

A muffled explosion sounded, blood splattering.

Heng Li screamed miserably, like a shell blasting away.

His chest collapsed, flesh blurred, his black robe shredded into pieces.

"Whoosh!"

Another ear-piercing sonic boom.

Qin Yi vanished.

"Bang!"

The retreating Heng Li again let out an extremely miserable scream, chillingly horrifying.

The longsword in his hand, a top-grade Holy Artifact, had exploded into fragments, his lower half vanished, turning directly into blood mist. The upper half, including his head, was riddled with cracks, entirely blasted by Qin Yi’s force.

"Boom!"

A blinding purple light seeped from Heng Li’s shattered upper half, the next moment, his upper body exploded into blood mist.

The scene fell into deadly silence.

The Qi Refiner spectators surrounding the scene were dumbfounded.

Heng Li, at the pinnacle of the Transcendance Tribulation Stage, a Netherworld General under the God Slaying Netherworld King, had been dealt with by Qin Yi within two punches. This seemed too unreal, too terrifying.

Qin Yi’s face was slightly pale.

It was still somewhat strenuous; just those two punches almost depleted one-third of his strength.

A red glow surged out from the blood mist.

This was Heng Li’s Divine Soul.

For a strong cultivator at the Transcendance Tribulation Stage, the greatest lifesaving means was their strong Divine Soul; even if disembodied, it could survive for hours without dissipating, finding a suitable body to parasitize and survive.

Therefore, a Qi Refiner at the Transcendance Tribulation Stage had already transcended human limits, which is why every breakthrough invites a Heavenly Tribulation.

This defiant existence is not tolerated even by the rules of heaven and earth.

"Qin Yi, I will remember you. This feud will be avenged. Next time we meet, it will be your death."

Heng Li’s Divine Soul lingered in the air, emitting a bitter, hateful howl.

The words of a Divine Soul were generally inaudible to ordinary people.

But those with Divine Thought and spiritual power can hear.

Using Divine Thought, Qin transmitted back with a cold laugh, "You have no future."

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