The Path of Death
Qin Yichen's eyes flashed coldly as he sensed the large group of Martial Saints chasing after him.
These Martial Saints had the ability to stop him. However, they did not do so. Apart from not wanting to be the first to attack, there was also a change.
A perverted pleasure.
A genius from a god-grade clan, the disciple of an ultimate fighter, a reputable figure in the Myriad Tribes Continent, had been forced into such a sorry state by them.
This feeling of exhilaration caused many Saint level experts to feel a little twisted in their hearts.
"Since you want to play, I'll play with you …"
Qin Yichen casually swallowed a few elixirs as his lips curled into a cold smile. Then, he moved and changed his direction abruptly.
"Hmph, pointless struggle!"
"You're pretty strong, but let's see how long you can last."
The Martial Saints behind Qin Yichen sneered at his actions. They followed behind Qin Yichen at a leisurely pace, but their terrifying attacks never stopped.
Under this pursuit, everywhere Qin Yichen passed by turned into a mess.
"Eh, the direction this kid is heading …"
"Oh no, that's the direction of our clan's encampment!"
Not long after, a slightly smaller city appeared at the end of the land.
Qin Yichen's target seemed to be that city!
Boom! Boom!
In just a few moments, Qin Yichen flew past, and the attacks that covered the sky flattened the city!
The original city had completely disappeared, leaving behind a mess. Corpses littered the ground and there was no sign of life!
Qin Yichen's eyes were still filled with indifference. Then, he looked at a Martial Saint who remained in a daze above the ruins. Qin Yichen sneered. After sensing for a while, he changed his direction again. No one saw that the sneer on his face had deepened.
"Ah! Damn junior, don't tell me this direction leads to our clan's encampment?! "
"Shit! This little bastard is deliberately causing trouble! "
Following this pursuit, many of the Saint level experts also noticed that something was amiss.
In just a few short hours, at least four or five cities had been destroyed by their terrifying attacks!
In their opinion, Qin Yichen should have been exhausted a long time ago, but he didn't show any signs of exhaustion.
"Hurry and get the clansmen to leave the city. That little bastard is coming!"
"Let them return to the Myriad Races Continent!"
After regaining their senses, every time Qin Yichen changed directions, some of the Martial Saints hurriedly contacted their clansmen.
However, even with their timely warning, there were still countless Saint geniuses who couldn't dodge in time and died tragically in the aftermath of the hundreds of Saint experts' attacks.
"The twelfth!"
Qin Yichen's face was cold as he looked at the city in front of him. His eyes were filled with indifference.
…
The Myriad Races Battlefield was an excellent place to train Honorable Realm experts.
Countless Saint level experts had been trained here. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that this was the cradle of Saint level experts in the Myriad Races Battlefield.
Moreover, although the true rulers here were Saint level experts, it was rare for a Saint level expert to massacre a Honorable Realm expert.
After all, if anyone did so, they would definitely incur the wrath of the Myriad Races. At that time, no one could bear the terrifying consequences.
However, today, a great calamity had descended upon the Myriad Tribe Battle Domain.
Hundreds of Saint level experts, whose numbers were still increasing, were chasing after a junior who was only a peak Honorable Realm expert!
Along the way, all kinds of ferocious attacks never stopped.
Everywhere it passed, everything was destroyed by the frightening attack that blotted out the sky and covered the earth.
"Damn it, isn't this the Golden Flame Clan's encampment in this direction?!"
"A few thousand Honorable Realm juniors from my clan died tragically just now. Who cares whose encampment it is!"
"If Golden Flame City is destroyed, I'm afraid we'll be in big trouble …"
"Humph, it's not just you and me. How can the Golden Flame Clan know who killed hundreds of Saint level experts?"
"I've long noticed that something was wrong with the Golden Flame Clan. This is a good opportunity!"
As Qin Yichen shot forward, Golden Flame City gradually appeared at the end of his line of sight.
Jin Xiandan's figure appeared in the sky above Golden Flame City when he sensed the terrifying shockwaves.
"Run!"
Jin Xiandan's expression changed drastically as he gazed at the attacks that were flying towards him from all directions in the distant horizon, before a fearful cry rang out.
The pursuit of hundreds of Saint level experts and countless terrifying attacks. Jin Xiandan didn't think that he and Golden Flame City could withstand the aftershocks!
"Golden Flame City …"
Qin Yichen's face was filled with a cold grin. Soon after, his figure quickly flew across the sky above Golden Flame City.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Perhaps, there were also quite a number of Saint level experts who held grudges against the Golden Flame Clan. In fact, there were even quite a number of powerful attacks that were directed at Golden Flame City.
As Qin Yichen passed by, a powerful Yuan storm wreaked havoc. The indestructible Golden Flame City was as fragile as paper in the face of this storm. In a few breaths' time, the behemoth-like Golden Flame City was directly turned into ruins.
In the distance, dozens of Honorable Realm experts who had managed to escape stared at the ruined city in horror. If not for Jin Xiandan's reminder, they would have likely been buried here.
In front of them, Jin Xiandan's face was ashen. Even though he had done everything he could to save them, he had only managed to save dozens of Honorable Realm younger generation members. Most of the Golden Flame Clan disciples had been buried along with Golden Flame City!
In just half a day's time, Qin Yichen had flown over ten thousand miles. Looking from the sky, wherever he passed, it looked like a road of death, leaving behind a huge gully on the ground.
At least twenty cities on this road of death had been razed to the ground. Countless Honorable Realm experts had died miserably in the aftermath of the terrifying storm.
More than a hundred Saint level experts, and their numbers were constantly increasing. Such a force was not something that any city could withstand!
Under this pursuit, the expressions of the Saint level experts who were chasing Qin Yichen began to turn ugly.
At this moment, they finally recalled that Qin Yichen not only had a heaven-defying armor, but he also seemed to be the true founder of the Flyer Clan!
On his body, who knew how many top grade healing pills he had. They all felt that he had used up quite a lot of them. However, that figure seemed to know no exhaustion. He was still running around energetically, without the slightest bit of exhaustion!
"The encampment of the Fire Scorpion Clan is in front of us!"
"The Fire Scorpion Clan will definitely take revenge. If we destroy their city, I'm afraid that we will never have a day of peace in the Myriad Tribes Continent!"
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