Ning Qi glanced at the other party's attributes. Four Tribulation Creator, Qiu Ai. Other than him, there were six other Four Tribulation Creators, but they didn't seem to want to interfere. They stood behind Qiu Ai and looked at Ning Qi with a faint smile. Only the Joyful Demon Sect cultivators behind Qiu Ai stared at Ning Qi as if they wanted to devour him.
"Oh? Zhao Lang had the potential to become a Six Tribulation Creator? Why can't I see it? For a guy like him who offends people everywhere, do you think he can live smoothly until then? "
Ning Qi laughed.
Qiu Ai was slightly taken aback, as if he didn't expect Ning Qi to speak to him in such a tone. The other cultivators also felt that it was strange. Logically speaking, facing so many experts from the seven major sects, even if an ordinary cultivator wasn't afraid, he wouldn't be so calm. If those Four Tribulation Creators joined forces, along with the others, they would have no problem fighting against a Five Tribulation Creator. Could it be that this guy in front of them was stronger than a Five Tribulation Creator?
"He's bluffing!"
Qiu Ai glanced coldly at Bu Shaofeng and his sister and snorted disdainfully in her heart. If they were Five Tribulation Creators, why would they be walking together with low-level cultivators who were not even First Tribulation Creators?
Thinking of this, Qiu Ai sneered, and the mighty Power of Creation surged out of his body. The Creation Domain, which he had condensed for countless years, directly covered Ning Qi's head.
Crack!
It sounded like glass breaking.
Qiu Ai's face turned bright red and the blood in his body surged. He retreated several feet in disbelief and stared at Ning Qi in a daze. The Creation Domain that he had just unleashed to envelop Ning Qi had actually been … shattered by Ning Qi's punch!
The Creation Domain that he had cultivated for countless years and killed many enemies was shattered just like that?
Xiao Wuye and the rest watched the scene with their mouths agape. Their senior brothers were also shocked. Qiu Ai's cultivation level was similar to theirs. He was even above average among the seven of them. The only one who was stronger than him was the eldest senior brother of the Six Daos of Reincarnation Sect!
Even if the six of them worked together, it would be an extremely difficult task to destroy Qiu Ai's Creation Realm. After all, the Creation Realm had been condensed from the level of a First Tribulation Creator, and it had experienced so many terrifying Lightning Tribulations during this period. The sturdiness of the Creation Realm had long reached an unimaginable level. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it was a small world!
The other party's punch had shattered the Creation Domain, which meant that the strength of his punch was enough to destroy a Small World! If the attack landed on Qiu Ai's body, Qiu Ai's body would instantly disintegrate!
"Who the hell are you!"
Qiu Ai looked at Ning Qi in shock and anger. Most of a Creator's battle prowess was above the Creation Realm. Now that the Creation Realm was destroyed, his battle prowess was reduced by eighty percent. Even a Second Tribulation Creator could easily fight him to a draw, and a Third Tribulation Creator, who was just an ant in his eyes, could easily kill him!
"Your combat power is extremely strong. You're definitely not a nobody. Please tell us your name!"
The eldest senior brothers of the various sects had solemn expressions. They all took a step forward and looked at Ning Qi with fear.
Although there had always been conflicts between the seven sects, they could work together to fight against other cultivators. Most importantly, they believed that other than Dao Yan Celestial Emperor's bloodline, the cultivators of the other forces in the Central Mainland could not be compared to the seven sects. The seven sects were aristocrats, and the other cultivators were poor people!
If the poor people challenged the aristocrats, the aristocrats would definitely attack together!
"I'm Xuan Bei. All of you can come at me together."
Ning Qi smiled faintly.
This …
"We have some misunderstandings today. Let's just talk about it. There's no need to fight."
The eldest senior brother of the Yin Yang Sect said faintly.
"That's right."
The eldest senior brother of the Battle Sect, who was the most combative, also nodded.
The rest of them obviously did not want to take the risk of the Creation Field being broken for Qiu Ai.
A trace of disappointment flashed across Ning Qi's eyes. If the other party attacked, he could easily kill them and turn them into Creation Points.
Seeing their attitude, Qiu Ai's eyes were filled with anger. The Creation Field that he had condensed for many years was broken, which was equivalent to losing at least tens of thousands of years of cultivation. To him, the loss was too great to accept.
"No matter who you are, no matter who your backer is, Happy Demon Lord will take revenge for me! Even if you escape to the Nine Wilderness Regions, the Three Perilous Realms will be useless. The cultivators of our sect will keep coming to find you. As long as you dare to take half a step out, wait for Lord Happy Demon Lord to kill you personally! "
Qiu Ai looked at Ning Qi viciously and said coldly.
After saying that, he instantly felt relieved and the anger in his eyes dissipated a little. Thinking about the pursuit that Ning Qi would have to face in the future, Qiu Ai could not help but laugh at the sky. His laughter was full of mockery.
"There's something that you guys might not know. I heard that Happy Demon Lord's legs were cut off. After a battle of that level, he would have to recuperate for a period of time, right?"
Ning Qi smiled.
Everyone was stunned. A trace of disbelief appeared in Qiu Ai's eyes. "You …"
A saber radiance flashed. By the time everyone reacted, they realized that Qiu Ai, who was beside them, had already turned into minced meat.
"Also, since there will be endless cultivators coming to find me, why should I keep you alive?"
Ning Qi's lips curled into a faint mocking smile. While everyone was still shocked by Qiu Ai's death, he waved his saber a few more times. The few cultivators of Happy Demon Sect beside Qiu Ai instantly followed in his footsteps.
"Ding! Congratulations, Host has successfully killed a Four Tribulation Creator. You have obtained 20 Creation Points! "
"Ding! Congratulations, Host … "
"Ding! Congratulations, Host has obtained a chance to draw the Great World Wheel! "
"Eh, it's been a long time since I've drawn a prize."
Ning Qi was slightly startled, and a smile appeared on his face. He gestured to Bu Shaofeng and his sister, then turned around and left. Everyone stared blankly at Ning Qi's back, only to find that Ning Qi suddenly stopped.
Void Butcher shuddered in fear. He thought that Ning Qi was going to cause trouble for him.
"Are you sure you don't want to avenge this person?"
Ning Qi looked at them with glistening eyes.
"…"
"Alright."
Ning Qi smiled awkwardly. He led Bu Shaofeng and his sister and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.
"Phew ~" Void Butcher heaved a long sigh of relief. He was extremely relieved. This was already a troublesome place. Who knew if the cultivators of the seven major sects would vent their anger on them? Therefore, Void Butcher immediately gave the two girls a look. The three of them quickly left the place.
"Amitabha. Who is that guy?"
Everyone looked at each other. Then, the old monk leading the team from Nine Sharpness Ancient Temple shouted the name of Buddha and asked. He could not hide the shock in his voice.
"I don't know. I've never seen this person before. He looks ordinary. He might not be active in the 300 Celestial Dynasties."
The Great Senior Brother of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Sect said with a frown.
After that, they asked Xiao Wuye and the others a few questions. However, they still did not know much about Ning Qi.
"Looks like we'll have to send a few people back to report to the Happy Demon Sect."
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