Chapter 679: The Despair of Sima Changfeng

"Your opponent is me."

Yin Qi said indifferently. He flipped his palm, seemingly slow but actually fast, and in the blink of an eye, he struck two palms, printing them onto the chests of the two men, which immediately collapsed inward.

Ah! Ah!

The two Third Order cultivators screamed as they flew backward, blood spraying wildly.

Their chests were collapsed; they could no longer survive.

"How dare you!"

Sima Changfeng was both shocked and furious; he could no longer stand still and charged toward Yin Qi to kill him.

He knew that Yin Qi possessed Third Order late-stage cultivation, and he also knew that Chen Nan was likewise Third Order, so he had specifically brought five Third Order experts, all of whom were Third Order late-stage, enough to surround and kill Yin Qi and the other.

Yet, he discovered that the two Third Order late-stage experts had not the slightest power to resist before Yin Qi.

This meant that the opponent was at least Fourth Tier or above.

As for Fifth Tier.

This was, of course, impossible, because looking across the world, there were no twenty-year-old Fifth Tier powerhouses.

"Fierce Wind Slash!"

Sima Changfeng shouted loudly. He leaped up, his battle saber slashed down, cleaving out a blood-colored blade aura over ten meters long, radiating an extremely sharp killing intent; the blade wind whistled, seizing people's souls.

The moment Sima Changfeng made his move, the surrounding soldiers retreated one after another.

A sharp sound of breaking air arrived. Yin Qi did not dodge or evade; he clenched his five fingers into a fist and threw a punch into the air toward the ten-plus-meter blade aura.

Clang!

The fist aura struck the blood-colored blade aura, unexpectedly emitting a metallic sound like great iron, and subsequently, the blood-colored blade aura shattered, turning into a powerful shockwave that swept in all directions, blowing everyone around away.

"What!"

Sima Changfeng exclaimed, his eyes first revealing a look of disbelief, followed by terror.

He was a Fourth-order Peak, and a veteran of the battlefield at that.

His strike of hatred had been easily broken by a single punch from someone else; this indicated that the opponent was at least a Fourth-order Peak, and possibly even a peerless powerhouse of the Fifth Tier.

Watching Sima Changfeng about to land on the ground, Yin Qi took a large stride forward.

This step was over ten meters, as if he had directly passed through space, arriving before Sima Changfeng, and then Yin Qi raised his index finger and poked toward Sima Changfeng.

It was precisely the Dark Emperor Finger.

This supreme art from the Yang God World, extremely rigid and fierce, had long since been evolved to the extreme by Yin Qi.

As the finger pointed out, the extremely rigid and fierce finger force seemed capable of tearing through space, and in an instant, it poked to the front of Sima Changfeng. In his urgency, Sima Changfeng had no way to dodge and could only hold his battle saber horizontally before him.

Puchi!

As if poking through a piece of newspaper, Yin Qi's index finger pierced through the battle saber.

The finger force erupted, sinking into Sima Changfeng's Dantian point.

Hmph!

Sima Changfeng let out a muffled groan; his whole body stiffened, and his eyes revealed horror, as well as a look of despair.

He slowly lowered his head, looking at the battle saber pierced through by the finger, fresh blood constantly overflowing from the corners of his mouth, his voice carrying grief, indignation, and despair: "You are actually Fifth Tier!"

This was a peerless powerhouse of the Fifth Tier.

The entire Chu Kingdom combined did not have more than ten such people; they were all renowned masters who shook their regions.

Yet Yin Qi, he was only twenty years old.

If he had known Yin Qi was a Fifth Tier powerhouse, he would not have sought revenge even if beaten to death, let alone come in person.

"What!"

The surrounding soldiers similarly revealed looks of terror.

But in the blink of an eye, their almost invincible Great General had actually been killed, and he had even said that Yin Qi was a Fifth Tier powerhouse, scaring them until their livers and gallbladders shattered.

Some turned and fled, but there were also Sima Changfeng's loyalists.

"General!"

They wailed in grief, abandoning Chen Nan one after another, and launched a death charge toward Yin Qi.

Yin Qi snorted coldly; his body shook, and violent power erupted instantly, impacting in all directions, immediately blowing everyone who charged over away, each of them spraying blood wildly.

As for those who fled, he did not pursue them, but instead looked toward the sky above the canyon on the left, seeing a person wearing a black robe and a Ghost mask drifting down.

"Fifth Tier! Yin Qi, your talent truly makes people afraid." The Ghost-masked person's voice was hoarse; because he wore a Ghost mask, one could only see his cold and ruthless eyes.

"And who are you, also wanting to keep me here?"

Yin Qi's expression was calm.

Chen Nan had already silently retreated far away; for the upcoming Fifth Tier battle, he could not even get close.

The Ghost-masked person said: "Follow me, and you may be spared from death."

Yin Qi snorted lightly: "Follow you, to be your Slave, refining Alchemy and Artifact Refining day and night? If I am not mistaken, you should be an Imperial Tribute. Originally I still held a thread of sentiment, but it seems there is no need for that in the future."

"Originally Chen Nan could have been spared from death; it is you who cut off his path to survival."

The Ghost-masked person's eyes turned cold.

Although he did not answer directly, the answer was already obvious.

Although Yin Qi was Fifth Tier, among those of the same Fifth Tier, there were differences in levels; his Fifth Tier late-stage cultivation was enough to give him the confidence to say such words.

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No matter how formidable Yin Qi is, he is likely only Fifth Tier initial-stage.

"Boastful!"

Yin Qi snorted coldly and struck directly.

He took a large stride forward and, in the blink of an eye, arrived before the Ghost-masked person.

He used his palm as a blade and slashed down toward the Ghost-masked man.

The Ghost-masked man's cold eyes instantly constricted, flashing with terror; he felt that what was slashing toward him was not a palm, but a peerless Divine Blade, radiating a terrifying Blade Intent that seemed to want to tear his soul apart.

The surrounding space also solidified in an instant, and he felt as if he had fallen into an endless domain of blades, completely unable to move.

"Hah!"

The Ghost-masked man was shocked and afraid, no longer possessing his previous composure.

He shouted fiercely, his entire body surging with black True Qi like an erupting Volcano, a terrifying aura sweeping in all directions, and then he met the attack with a punch, his fist wrapped in black fist energy.

Clang!

The palm-blade slashed down as if striking metal, and the fist energy shattered violently.

The Ghost-masked man groaned and retreated repeatedly, a large spray of blood spilling from his right fist, with deep bloody gashes on all four fingers where the stark white finger bones could already be seen.

Pressing his advantage, Yin Qi stepped forward again and slashed down with another palm-blade.

There was no technique, just a simple, straightforward slash.

"Kill!"

The Ghost-masked man shouted sharply, a look of madness showing in his eyes.

Under the crisis of life and death, he exploded with madness, unleashing a Secret Technique to boost himself; a more massive aura erupted from within his body, and then he Bing his fingers into a Sword, stabbing toward Yin Qi's palm.

Swish!

A black finger-beam pierced through the Xukong Sword Sword Sword, striking Yin Qi's palm, actually causing Yin Qi's movement to stall and forcing him to take a step back, as the opponent had erupted with the combat power of a Fifth Order Peak.

"Die!"

The Ghost-masked man shouted sharply, his eyes icy.

He lunged at Yin Qi like a Ghost released from a cage, his ghost claws dancing out thousands of claw shadows.

He had originally thought this mission was just a formality, to snatch Yin Qi from the hands of Sima Changfeng, but he had not expected that Yin Qi was already at the Fifth Tier of cultivation and so powerful that it forced him to use a Secret Technique.

He was already aged, and now that he had used a Secret Technique, he likely did not have many years left to live.

Thinking of this, he felt both hateful and angry.

"Clown, die!"

Yin Qi shouted in a low voice.

A hunting knife appeared in his hand, and then he slashed down with it.

"Blade Suppress Eight Desolations!"

Blade Suppress Eight Desolations, extremely rigid and fierce, with heavy and powerful momentum.

He slashed down with his blade, as if he could even split the Boundary, carrying the momentum of ten thousand jun, capable of destroying everything. (End of chapter)