"How much did young Master Guo pay you to kill me?" Qingyi asked, a bored curiosity in his voice.
There wasn't much left of Young Li.
One of his eyes had been gouged out, along with both his arms and legs; his body was covered in open wounds.
"F-fuck you, you—" Young Li didn't finish his sentence.
His remaining eye filled with hope when, in the distance, he sensed a powerful Qi rapidly approaching.
Apparently, the leaders of this region, the Ma family, had discovered the small battle between them.
"Here! Here! Help me!" Young Li shouted, his desperate voice echoing through the air, but his plea was cut short when Qingyi's fist shattered his jaw with a sharp crack.
"Be quiet, pig." Qingyi stood up, shaking the blood from his knuckles as he watched the Ma family guards approaching on the horizon.
There were ten of them in total, the weakest already in the Heavenly Origin Realm.
They wore blue uniforms and carried, fastened to their waists, long, elegant silver sabers.
