Enmity, must be washed with blood.
Along the way, Meng Lei's figure kept appearing in his mind. That tall and sturdy body, that silly smile. From the bottom of his heart, Qin Tian treated Meng Lei as a brother, a blood brother.
Meng Lei fell off the cliff, his life and death unknown. Thinking of this, the anger in his heart continued to rise. With every step he took, a cold aura was emitted from his body. Within the coldness, a strong killing intent was born. The killing intent was earth-shattering, causing the entire Qin clan to be filled with endless killing intent.
Stepping into the Qin clan's gate, the guard led the way in fear and trepidation. His legs seemed to have no strength as he walked. The fear in his heart caused him to be unable to calm down.
After walking for a while, Qin Ren brought a few dozen Qin clan disciples and rushed over. These disciples were the elites of the Qin clan, the mainstay of the clan. All of them were at the peak of the spirit formation realm, and their strength was not ordinary.
With them here, Qin Ren had a fearless and proud expression. He pointed at Qin Tian and said, "It's him, take him down."
"Qin Tian … …"
"How could it be him?"
The Qin clan disciples hesitated for a while. Many did not move, only a few of them surrounded Qin Tian.
Three years ago, during the gathering, they had treated Qin Tian as their idol, the goal they chased after. That magnificent battle was still fresh in their memories, as if it happened yesterday.
Now that they saw Qin Tian, their eyes were filled with excitement. To be able to stay in the Kunlun mountain range for three years and still come out alive, how strong was he?
Their passionate gazes made them ignore Qin Ren's existence. This made Qin Ren very unhappy. He shouted, "Did you all not hear?"
"He's the traitor of the Qin clan, what are you all still standing there for? Kill him for Laozi. "
Qin Ren's face was filled with anger. He stared at the few disciples who had surprise in their eyes. Their fanatical expressions made him very unhappy.
Qin Tian smiled faintly. Looking at the tens of Qin Clan disciples, he felt a sense of relief in his heart. "Seems like the Qin Clan is not beyond redemption."
"You are all the elites of the Qin clan. Most of you have seen my strength. I do not wish to harm you, so don't force me to take action … …"
"However, you …" Qin Tian sneered and pointed at Qin Ren, whose face was filled with disdain, "Must die!"
Qin Ren was so scared that he almost fell to the ground. He felt as if a huge ice knife had stabbed into his heart.
His plump body began to tremble, and cold sweat poured out. His complexion suddenly turned pale, and he panted heavily as he cursed, "You … you … are you trying to rebel? How dare you disobey my orders … I think you must be tired of living … "
"Hmph!"
With a cold shout, Qin Tian suddenly stretched out his right hand. A dense Qigong was released from his palm. In an instant, it condensed into a giant hand. The giant hand clenched lightly in the air, and Qin Ren's body suddenly lost control and was thrown towards the giant hand.
"Save … save … save me!"
Qin Ren shouted with difficulty. None of the surrounding disciples went forward. It was not that they did not want to save him, but they were completely shocked by Qin Tian. To be able to condense Qigong into a giant hand, although it was not the spirit refining realm's ability to condense Qigong into a weapon, his Qigong cultivation had most likely reached the spirit refining realm.
His Qigong had reached the spirit refining realm!?
Their eyes became even more fanatical. Their perseverance towards cultivation, their reverence towards the strong. At this moment, they did not see Qin Tian as a traitor of the Qin clan, but as a strong cultivator.
And they believed that even if everyone here were to join hands, they would not be Qin Tian's opponent.
Just the aura emitted from Qin Tian's body made it difficult for them to move.
To them, Qin Tian was incomparably strong.
Qin Ren was lifted up gently. His body continued to struggle, and his mouth tried to shout, but no sound came out. His eyes became more and more afraid, and more and more panicked. Only now did he know that he had offended someone he should not have offended.
However, it was already too late.
"Stop!"
A vigorous and powerful roar rang out.
Immediately after, a strong aura rushed towards him. Qin Tian frowned. With a glance, the crowd automatically retreated. His eyes were like fire as he stared coldly at Qin Xiangtian. His face revealed a cold sneer, filled with provocation. Immediately, he shouted, "Explode!"
"Puchi!"
Qin Ren's head was crushed in an instant. Half of his body fell down and slowly withered. In the end, he became a dried up corpse. Not a single drop of blood spurted out, extremely strange.
The moment his head was crushed, all his blood essence was absorbed by the Blood Demon's War Armor. At that moment, the blood on the Blood Demon's War Armor wriggled and flowed, emitting a dark red glow. At this moment, it was extremely enchanting.
The Blood Demon's War Armor absorbing blood essence, this was the first time Qin Tian noticed it.
However, after absorbing Qin Ren's blood essence, the Blood Demon's War Armor seemed to have become slightly stronger. Its aura was different from before.
The Blood Demon's War Armor was a high-grade spirit tool, possessing spirituality. Seeing its transformation, Qin Tian concluded that it was an armor that could upgrade itself, relying on absorbing blood essence to level up.
"Since it's like this, I'll let you absorb as much as you want today … …"
"Audacious thief, you dare to be so arrogant in the Qin clan!"
A youth beside Qin Xiangtian snorted. With a wave of his sword, he charged towards Qin Tian.
Liu Dong, Qin Xiangtian's prided disciple, rank four spirit gathering realm.
A rank four spirit gathering realm might be considered not bad in the Qin clan, but in Qin Tian's eyes, he was a dead man.
Both his eyes stared at Qin Xiangtian, not even looking at Liu Dong, completely ignoring his existence. A naked insult. Suddenly, the corner of Qin Tian's mouth rose, forming the smile of a death god. Immediately, his body flashed and disappeared into thin air.
Liu Dong's heart trembled. He activated his majestic Qigong and the sword flew out of his hand, forming countless sword shadows around his body. If Qin Tian dared to get close, he would definitely die under the thousands of swords.
This move could be used to attack or defend, it was extremely powerful. Even Qin Xiangtian, who was far away, smiled in satisfaction. His heart was filled with hatred, "Qin Tian, you little bastard, you actually managed to come out of Kunlun mountain range alive. Today, I'll take revenge for my dead son. If I don't tear you into pieces, I swear I'm not a human."
Liu Dong believed in his own strength too much. In his heart, Qin Tian cultivated for three years, at most, he would not exceed the spirit gathering realm. How could he escape from his Thousand Sword Killing Formation?
Some people would not even know how they died.
Liu Dong was such a person.
A gust of cold wind blew and the countless sword shadows in the air suddenly disappeared.
Liu Dong's face was pale and his eyes were lifeless. He looked at his chest in disbelief. There was a hole, a bloody hole.
The hole emitted a faint white gas. Following that, all the blood in his body flowed backward and rushed towards the hole in his chest. Liu Dong revealed a painful expression. His pupils became slack and he wanted to struggle but he could not muster any strength, as if the death god was strangling his neck.
In an instant, there was another corpse on the ground.
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