Chapter 33: Qin Yi Meets the Leader
"Killing a traitor like you is more than enough."
Qin Yi neither dodged nor evaded. With a single sword stroke, he killed three martial artists surrounding him, then directed his blade toward Song Rulong's afterimage.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged dozens of blows. The onlookers couldn't intervene; anyone who got too close was immediately killed by the shockwaves of their clash.
"Is this the strength of a Grand Martial Master?"
"Both Qin Yi and Song Rulong received guidance from the legendary leader of the Tiānxià Huì, which allowed them to step into the realm of Grand Martial Master. Who's stronger between them?"
"Obviously, it's Senior Song. Not only has he mastered the method to become a Grand Martial Master, but he also received a pill from an immortal. How could Qin Yi compare?"
The crowd quickly backed away, distancing themselves from the battlefield. Even Innate martial artists dared not approach, let alone intervene.
Most people were rooting for Song Rulong. After all, he had recently received a pill from an immortal, propelling his martial arts to the Grand Master level. Moreover, Qin Yi had been injured by a royal cultivator not long ago. How could he possibly match Song Rulong, who was also a Grand Master?
To them, Qin Yi was simply a desperate man, knowing he couldn't escape, trying to take a few down with him before his inevitable death.
Bang!
In the center of the field, Qin Yi and Song Rulong clashed once more.
Qin Yi's figure remained unmoved.
Pfft!
Song Rulong, on the other hand, was forced back several steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale.
"How is this possible?"
"Brother Song has already stepped into the realm of Grand Martial Master, yet he's still no match for Qin Yi!"
The onlookers were filled with disbelief.
"Qin Yi, you truly live up to being the strongest under Li Changsheng's command," Song Rulong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "But unfortunately, you can't see the bigger picture. The tide is with me. After today, the Tiānxià Huì will cease to exist!"
After speaking, Song Rulong turned toward the north and bowed respectfully. "Senior Lin, I'll trouble you for this!"
The crowd was stunned, their eyes turning toward the north.
There, they saw an elderly man with an immortal aura, riding a flying sword as he approached.
"A Sword Immortal!"
"We've had an immortal following us all along!"
Countless martial artists fell to their knees, unable to hide the shock in their eyes.
Even the most skilled Innate martial artists could only leap through the air using their lightness skills, but to ride a sword—this was undoubtedly the hallmark of an immortal.
Those who knew a bit about cultivators also bowed slightly, not daring to look directly at the approaching immortal.
"Qin Yi is doomed!"
"We've trained our entire lives, yet we can't withstand a single move from a cultivator."
Some looked at Qin Yi's back with bitterness in their hearts.
Aside from the elusive leader of the Tiānxià Huì, Li Changsheng, Qin Yi, the Weak Water Sword, essentially represented the pinnacle of martial arts prowess.
But even Qin Yi seemed insignificant when faced with a true cultivator.
The Senior Lin, riding his sword, arrived above the crowd. With a wave of his hand, the flying sword returned to his back.
"I thought I wouldn't need to intervene. I didn't expect a cultivator to emerge in the mortal world."
Lin Quan looked at Qin Yi, who stood with his sword, his eyes cold.
"No wonder…"
The crowd suddenly understood, all eyes turning toward Qin Yi.
They had thought Qin Yi was merely a Grand Martial Master, but he had actually stepped onto the path of cultivation. No wonder Song Rulong was no match for him.
Song Rulong's gaze toward Qin Yi was filled with envy. He had betrayed the Tiānxià Huì in exchange for a single pill, allowing him to step into the realm of Grand Martial Master.
But Qin Yi, who hadn't been branded a traitor, had become a cultivator. How could he not feel resentment?
"Still, you're so old and only at the first level of Qi Refining. You're of no value!"
Lin Quan shook his head slightly, forming a two-meter-long wind blade with a wave of his hand. It shot toward Qin Yi at the speed of sound.
'Perhaps this is my best ending.'
Qin Yi looked at the massive wind blade, gripped his sword with his right hand, and slashed out fiercely.
An invisible sword aura collided with the wind blade but shattered instantly, unable to even slow it down.
Seeing this, many people's eyes dimmed. Even someone as remarkable as Qin Yi was like an ant before a true cultivator.
"Qin Yi is doomed!"
"If Qin Yi had also betrayed the Tiānxià Huì, his achievements would surely surpass Song Rulong's. What a pity!"
"A pity? Anyone who dares oppose the Qi Emperor is destined to die!"
Some closed their eyes, unable to bear watching what came next. But many others sneered, eager to see how this man, who had caused them so much trouble, would meet his end.
Crack!
At that moment, a brilliant sword light shot from the distance, illuminating the night sky.
Bang!
The sword light accurately struck the wind blade, shattering it into pieces. But the sword light didn't stop; it continued toward Lin Quan, who stood in the air.
"Who?!"
Lin Quan's face couldn't hide his shock. With a wave of his hand, the high-grade magical sword on his back shot into the sky, transforming into a streak of light as it met the brilliant sword light.
Bang!
A deafening explosion rang out as the high-grade magical sword was sent flying hundreds of meters away.
Lin Quan retrieved the sword with a wave of his hand. Seeing a tiny crack on the blade, his eyes flashed with pain, but it quickly disappeared.
"Who dares interfere in the affairs of the Sunset Sect?"
Lin Quan looked in the direction from which the sword light had come, his voice steady.
Though he knew the owner of that sword light was no ordinary person, he showed no panic on his face.
"Could it be the legendary leader of the Tiānxià Huì?"
Someone whispered.
This remark was quickly met with rebuttals.
"Impossible!"
"Li Changsheng is just a martial artist. How could he have unleashed that sword light?"
Nevertheless, the martial artists present all watched the direction of the sword light with grave expressions. Someone capable of fighting an immortal must also be an immortal. If the arriving immortal was connected to the Tiānxià Huì, what would they do?
After all, they had all played a part in the recent actions against the Tiānxià Huì!
Especially those who had betrayed the Tiānxià Huì, their eyes now filled with panic, their fists clenched tightly as they stared at the direction of the sword light.
Qin Yi also looked toward the origin of the sword light with anticipation. Others might not know the leader's strength, but he did.
"For my Tiānxià Huì, a mere mortal organization, the Sunset Sect has dispatched two Foundation Establishment cultivators. You really think highly of us!"
A cold voice came from the distance.
Following it were two figures stepping under the moonlight, one a young man in a green robe leading the way, the other a sharp-featured old man following behind like a servant.
"How is this possible?!"
"How could he be a cultivator?!"
Song Rulong's face was filled with disbelief as he exclaimed.
Though two years had passed and the young man's appearance had changed significantly, he recognized him at a glance.
Meanwhile, Qin Yi's face broke into a smile. He bowed slightly and said:
"Qin Yi greets the Leader!"