"Stand up for someone else?" Feng Wuji laughed as he stared at Qin Wentian. On this island, such people were extremely rare and their fates would always be extremely miserable.
Qin Wentian sat there, inclined his head and stared at Feng Wuji as well as the noble maiden beside him. He then glanced at the people of the Mo Clan kneeling on the ground as well as the fervent gazes of the others. He instantly understood that this maiden was none other than Feng Qingyu.
"Since this is the case, her ending will only be even more miserable." Feng Wuji had an evil smile on his face. His eyes swept over the people of the Mo Clan as he coldly spoke, "You guys are really not bad. You actually dared to accept him."
"Young Master Feng, please spare our lives." The old man from the Mo Clan trembled as he prostrated himself on the ground, not daring to move at all.
"Spare our lives? Now, let's see how you all choose to die. " Feng Wuji calmly smiled. "I'm very curious, is that maiden your daughter-in-law? I'm very curious, how will you deal with her?"
The old man from the Mo Clan trembled even more violently as despair flashed in his eyes. He couldn't defeat Qin Wentian and he couldn't afford to antagonize Feng Wuji. No matter what, only death awaited him.
Feng Qingyu quietly watched from the side. She and her two fellow sect members all had expressions of interest on their faces as they stared at the people below like they were examining ants.
Before the disciples of the Darkness Devil Sect, these ordinary characters were nothing but ants.
"BOOM!" The old man from the Mo Clan stood up. He stared at Qin Wentian, "Sir, I hope that you won't interfere in the matters of the Mo Clan."
As he spoke, his killing intent gushed forth as he walked towards Madam Mo.
Qin Wentian sat there and stared at the old man from the Mo Clan. He shook his head and sighed, "As long as you have the slightest bit of kindness or backbone, there would be a path to survival. Yet, you chose this path of death."
"KILL!" The young man from the Mo Clan waved his hands, wanting to kill Feng Wuji no matter the price.
Feng Wuji was a devil, they couldn't afford to antagonize him. Right now, they could only hope for a chance of survival.
Qin Wentian carried Little Qing and stood up. His gaze turned exceptionally cold as he took a step towards the old man from the Mo Clan.
Boom! This step was like heavenly might. The old man from the Mo Clan only felt his devil-foundation facing a supreme pressure, causing it to tremble violently. His footsteps halted as a look of terror appeared on his face, staring at the silhouette of Qin Wentian.
"Boom." Qin Wentian took another step forward. As his foot landed, a cracking sound rang out. The old man coughed out a mouthful of blood as cracks appeared on his devil-foundation. His body trembled violently as he stared motionlessly at Qin Wentian. There was only shock in his heart.
How could Qin Wentian be so powerful? Just by relying on his devil-foundation, Qin Wentian was able to suppress him in terms of cultivation base?
As the third step landed, the old man screamed in agony as he coughed out fresh blood. His devil-foundation shattered and the people of the Mo Clan around him all turned pale from fear. How would they dare to step forward?
"He can't afford to offend you, but can you afford to offend me?"
Qin Wentian's gaze swept across the crowd. The people of the Mo Clan trembled in fear.
Qin Wentian raised his head and looked at Feng Wuji, only to see Feng Wuji frowning. He couldn't see through Feng Wuji's cultivation level, but he seemed to be quite strong.
"Capture him." Feng Wuji waved his hands. His personality was arrogant but he wasn't lacking in caution. Right now, he could feel a trace of threat from Qin Wentian. In that case, it would be best if he didn't act personally.
"BOOM!" Qin Wentian took a step forward. Feng Wuji's expression sank as he groaned in misery. The devil-foundation in his body actually felt a formless pressure. This pressure originated from a higher-grade devil-foundation.
Several experts appeared before him, moving towards Qin Wentian only to see Qin Wentian carrying Little Qing in his arms as he slowly walked through the air. He opened his mouth and spat out a single word, "Destroy."
As the sound of his voice faded, ancient characters manifested in the air, exuding a fearsome destructive might. They transformed into ancient halberds that directly penetrated through space.
"Chi, chi, chi …" A series of sounds rang out. Those experts moving towards Qin Wentian directly died, killed in a single strike.
Upon seeing this scene, Feng Wuji's countenance changed. He wanted to retreat but he only saw Qin Wentian grabbing out in the air. A terrifying palm imprint descended from the sky, directly shattering Feng Wuji's defenses and capturing him.
"Elder sis, save me!" Feng Wuji screamed. How could Qin Wentian be so powerful? His cultivation base was at the fifth-level of immortal-foundation, yet he couldn't even withstand a single strike.
Feng Qingyu acted the moment Qin Wentian acted. Her countenance was ice cold as blood-colored devil might revolved around her. She was like a baleful god, radiating a devilish light that seemed to be from purgatory.
"Release him." Feng Qingyu stared at Qin Wentian, her countenance extremely cold.
"Disciple of the Blackstone Devil Sect?" Qin Wentian stared at Feng Qingyu and the others as he asked.
"Since you know, why don't you release him?" Feng Qingyu's voice was incomparably imposing.
Qin Wentian's gaze landed on Feng Wuji who was in the middle of the palm imprint. Feng Wuji coldly spoke, "If you dare to touch me, both you and that young lady will suffer a fate worse than death."
"I heard that the rules of the Blackstone Devil Sect state that if I kill you, I will be able to replace you?" Qin Wentian stared at Feng Qingyu as he spoke again. As the sound of his voice faded, the surroundings instantly turned deathly silent.
The hearts of those from the Mo Clan below pounded. How arrogant was this calm voice?
If he killed Feng Qingyu, he would be able to replace her.
"So, why should I keep you alive?" Qin Wentian stared at Feng Wuji. In an instant, an expression of despair appeared on Feng Wuji's face. The gigantic palm imprint abruptly slammed down, directly shattering Feng Wuji into dust. Someone as unexcelled in the world was actually killed in such a baffling manner. Most probably, even in his wildest dreams, Feng Wuji would never have imagined that he would die so easily.
The people below also didn't expect that the devil-like Feng Wuji would be killed in such a domineering manner in front of Feng Qingyu.
Feng Qingyu didn't reveal too much grief. Other than a trace of anger, there was also wariness.
After all, this Qin Wentian wanted to kill her and replace her.
"If the two of you want to interfere, I don't mind taking care of both of you. It's just that replacing the positions of the three of you isn't a good idea." Qin Wentian stared at the two fellow sect members beside Feng Qingyu. The two of them revealed an expression of interest. What an arrogant fellow.
"If you can really kill Qingyu, we will be fellow sect members. But if you can't, you will have to leave your life behind." One of them laughed. The two of them actually stepped aside, having no intentions of helping Feng Qingyu.
Most probably, this was a unique characteristic of the Blackstone Devil Sect.
This sort of thing was a common occurrence. Demonic cultivators only recognized strength.
"Chi …" Feng Qingyu suddenly moved. However, she didn't rush towards Qin Wentian. Instead, she pointed a finger at Madam Mo below. A terrifying blood-colored light instantly descended, wanting to devour Madam Mo.
The devil path was unscrupulous when it came to killing. They didn't care about the rules. As long as they killed their opponents, it would be considered victory.
Qin Wentian's expression changed. He instantly appeared before Madam Mo as a terrifying light enveloped Madam Mo. Feng Qingyu had an extremely cold expression on her face when she saw this, "Immortal Realm Wu Xiu."
At this moment, the energy released by Qin Wentian didn't contain any devil might. That was immortal energy. This man was from the immortal realms.
"Immortal Realm Wu Xiu? Can't he cultivate the devil path?" Qin Wentian placed Little Qing beside Madam Mo. He inclined his head and stared at Feng Qingyu who was enveloped by the blood-colored light.
"I thought you would bring two people with you to fight against me." Feng Qingyu coldly spoke.
"I don't need to move to kill you." Law energy gushed forth from Qin Wentian. He pointed his finger in the air and instantly, a terrifying sword might manifested. Countless ancient sword characters transformed into sharp swords that floated in the air, enveloping this entire space.
"BOOM!" A gigantic blood-colored python appeared, shining with a dark red light. Feng Qingyu pressed her finger forward as the blood-colored python frenziedly lunged towards Qin Wentian.
Qin Wentian waved his hand as a screen of swords appeared in the air, shredding the terrifying blood-colored python into dust. The sword might grew stronger and stronger, as though it wanted to destroy everything.
"Go." Qin Wentian pointed his finger in the air as a gigantic sword character appeared in the air, shooting forward. A river of swords appeared in the air, shredding everything. Feng Qingyu's countenance was as pale as paper. She bit her lips and transformed into a beam of blood-colored light, wanting to flee.
"KILL!" Qin Wentian's finger pressed down in the air again. The sword river slashed through the air, creating a river of blood in the air. That blood-colored light stopped and transformed back into Feng Qingyu's body. A bloody scar could be seen in the center of her brows. She glanced at Qin Wentian with reluctance and after that, her body transformed into a beam of blood-colored light and vanished from sight. She was killed instantly.
The other two disciples of the Blackstone Devil Sect had heavy expressions on their faces. The cultivation base of this person should be at the seventh-level of devil-foundation but his combat prowess was extremely terrifying. He actually didn't even give Feng Qingyu a chance to flee.
The people of the Feng Clan were all silent. Feng Qingyu and Feng Wuji were killed today. Was the Feng Clan still the Feng Clan?
The people of the Mo Clan felt their hearts pounding violently. This was especially so for the old man from the Mo Clan whose cultivation base was crippled. He thought of Qin Wentian's words earlier. They can't afford to antagonize him, but can they afford to antagonize him?
Initially, nothing would happen to them. But because they made the wrong choice, they were crippled.
Right now, one could very well imagine the pain in his heart.
"Now, am I considered a disciple of the Blackstone Devil Sect?" Qin Wentian stared at the other two as he asked.
"Naturally. As long as you are willing, you can follow us back to the sect." One of them nodded. Qin Wentian slowly rose up into the air. At this moment, the gazes of everyone when they looked at him changed.
After this battle, he replaced Feng Qingyu and became a disciple of the Blackstone Devil Sect.
"What should we do about this place?" Qin Wentian asked.
"Don't worry." Another person glanced at the people of the Feng Clan. "Go back and tell your clan leader that no one is allowed to touch the family of this little girl or the entire Feng Clan will be annihilated."
"Yes." That person's body trembled violently. He lowered his head as his countenance turned ashen.
The Feng Clan was no longer the Feng Clan.
"Sir, are you leaving already?" Little Qing tugged on Qin Wentian's sleeves as she asked.
"Mhm, Little Qing. Sir is here for cultivation, he naturally has to leave. Little Qing has to work hard in her cultivation in the future." Qin Wentian rubbed the little girl's head.
"Little Qing will definitely work hard in her cultivation and become as strong as Sir in the future. At that time, I can go to the devil sect to look for Sir." Little Qing gently smiled.
"Little lass." A smile appeared on Qin Wentian's face. He turned his head and spoke to Madam Mo, "Madam, take good care of Little Qing. I, Qin, will bid my farewell. In the future, if there's a chance, I will come back to visit Little Qing."
"Many thanks, Sir." Madam Mo nodded. She knew that with this sentence from Qin Wentian, no one would dare to touch them.
"If something happens to them, the Mo Clan and Feng Clan will die together." Qin Wentian soared up into the air, coldly leaving behind a sentence as he left with the other two from the Blackstone Devil Sect.
The reason he came to the Myriad Devil Islands was for the adjudication battle. He naturally had to do what he should do. Since the Blackstone Devil Sect was the strongest power on this island, it was undoubtedly a power he needed to borrow!
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