Fierce Reputation 6

Fierce Reputation 6

At the same moment.

Bang.

Three meters to Han Yi's right, a flaming shield blocked seven or eight streaks of blood-colored blade qi before shattering apart.

The Blood God Sect Cultivator wielding the blade artifact radiated killing intent like raging tides. With one slash, he split apart the dagger hurtling through the air, then lightly sprang up, gripping his blade with both hands as he prepared to bring it down in a savage chop.

His bulging eyes held a trace of madness amid their cruel, bloody savagery.

This Qi Refining Layer 6 cultivator from the Mystic Pill Sect was indeed powerful—powerful to an outrageous degree.

But—

To briefly withstand his attacks, control a dagger to attack, fight enemies on two fronts, and even forcibly kill one of their cultivators—

That was already a heaven-defying performance.

Even in the Blood God Sect, he had never seen a Qi Refining Layer 7 cultivator achieve something so terrifying, much less one at Qi Refining Layer 6.

But—

This was as far as it went.

How would the other party block his next all-out slash?

Just as he raised his blade in midair, its edge flowing with a heaven-shaking icy gleam and surging crimson light, ready to slash down—

He sensed something and abruptly turned to look behind him.

Something was coming for him.

So fast.

Before he could fully turn his head, a sudden pain exploded in his skull. His turning thoughts halted in an instant, and he fell from the air.

The blood-glimmering blade artifact trembled lightly as its blade light went out.

If someone approached to take a look, they would discover that the fallen cultivator's head had already been pierced through from back to front by some kind of artifact.

With his head destroyed, he was dead beyond doubt.

A hundred meters away, Cui Xingchen came to an abrupt stop, his face filled with shock as four words flashed through his mind.

Overwhelmingly unstoppable.

In only a few breaths, the Blood God Sect cultivators on the right and in the center had already perished.

This, this...

What that Qi Refining Layer 6 junior brother named Han Yi had said... was it true?

It was not only Cui Xingchen. Even Luo Yunzhou and Tao Shouhua felt as though they had fallen into some absurd illusion.

The figure beneath the moonlight seemed to have become an entirely different person, shaking them to the core.

On the other side.

Han Yi casually beckoned, and a dagger floated before him before landing in his grasp.

He had sent out two daggers just now. The dagger displayed openly had been shattered by the Blood God Sect Cultivator with one slash.

After all, the other party was wielding a mid-grade blade artifact. Moreover, that dagger had been meant to draw his attention head-on, clashing directly with him and sacrificing itself to create an opening for the dagger lurking in the shadows.

Han Yi turned to look behind him.

Several dozen meters away stood the Blood God Sect Cultivator in crimson robes, and several dozen meters behind him were the three Mystic Pill Sect cultivators Han Yi knew.

However, the three stood utterly still, their pupils contracted and their faces filled with shock.

Han Yi understood what had happened in an instant.

His brows furrowed slightly, only to relax the next moment.

Under those circumstances, breaking out and fleeing had been only natural. Had it been him, he would have done the same. There was nothing to blame them for.

At this moment.

The Blood God Sect Cultivator on the left, who had just been forced back, also wore a look of shock. When he saw Han Yi looking toward him, cold sweat instantly streamed down his face.

A suffocating sense of danger crashed into him.

Clearly, the cultivator before him only had the aura of Qi Refining Layer 6, yet he could not stop himself from taking half a step back.

That half-step was only the beginning.

Without a second thought, his expression changed drastically as he turned and fled to the side.

There was a killing god ahead of him, and three Mystic Pill Sect cultivators behind him. If they delayed him even briefly, he would leave his life here today.

The side was the best direction to escape.

However—

What delighted him was that the killing god who had slain two of their Qi Refining Layer 7 cultivators in only a few breaths did not pursue him.

He suddenly understood that not all Mystic Pill Sect disciples were sheep. There were fierce tigers among them as well. He would have to be more careful from now on.

As for that fierce tiger from before, he would leave him to the Qi Refining Layer 8 senior brothers. He only wanted to get as far away from this area as possible.

On the other side.

Han Yi watched the Blood God Sect Cultivator flee at high speed but did not give chase.

To him, killing was not the goal.

Besides, after that burst of frenzied attacks, the nameless anger in his heart had dissipated.

Most importantly, he had expended quite a bit of spiritual power.

If he truly chased after him and encountered more Blood God Sect disciples, he might be surrounded and attacked. The losses would outweigh the gains. It would be better to take this opportunity to flee again, find a place to hide, and conceal himself with the Turtle Breath Technique.

He refused to believe he could be so unlucky as to be dragged out again and again.

"Junior Brother Han, hurry and chase after him! Kill him!"

Cui Xingchen, not far away, grew anxious.

With the other party alone, now was the best chance to kill him.

But Han Yi shook his head.

"Senior Brother Cui, I only managed to kill those two by going all out just now. As for this third one, it is truly beyond my strength."

"Senior brothers, seize this chance and flee quickly. Farewell."

Han Yi spoke rapidly. The moment he finished those two sentences, he turned and fled, not giving the three any time to react.

Before leaving, he casually scooped up the artifacts and storage bags from the two Blood God Sect cultivators he had killed.

After all, they were his spoils of war. He had to take them.

"Junior Brother Han, wait!"

"Don't go yet, Han Yi!"

"You..."

Han Yi was too fast, and he had deliberately left. He paid no attention at all to their calls.

In an instant.

Only the three of them remained on this small battlefield.

"Right, Senior Brother Li is still there."

Tao Shouhua remembered that one of their Inner Peak senior brothers was still here. Just now, when the three had tried to break out, they had not even considered taking along that senior brother whose fate was unknown.

Now, however, there were no living Blood God Sect cultivators left. The senior brother who had fought shoulder to shoulder with them, been severely wounded and knocked unconscious, and crashed through the courtyard wall was still lying on the ground, his fate unknown. Both sentiment and reason demanded that they check on him. If he was still alive, they had to take him away.

Luo Yunzhou thought of this as well. He stepped forward first to inspect him, then rose to his feet and shook his head, grief and indignation showing on his face.

"Senior Brother Li is dead."

"The smell of blood here is too strong. It will surely draw Blood God Sect cultivators here. Senior Brother Cui, Junior Brother Tao, we should leave this place quickly as well."

The three exchanged glances and made their decision, deliberately fleeing in the direction Han Yi had gone.

After all.

The strength Han Yi had displayed just now was simply too shocking.

Following the direction Han Yi had fled in gave the three of them at least some sense of security. If they truly encountered Blood God Sect cultivators and Han Yi happened to be nearby, surely he would not stand by with folded arms.

Unfortunately.

They did not know that Han Yi had already made up his mind to find a secluded corner, hide himself with the Turtle Breath Technique, and lie low until tomorrow.

Yet what made Han Yi's balls ache was—

Before he could find a suitable place, someone had set their sights on him again.

And—

This time, the person who had targeted him made him afraid to act rashly.

"Mystic Pill Sect cultivator, the killing intent on you is very thick."

"Have you killed disciples of my Blood God Sect?"

A young man with a gloomy expression blocked Han Yi's path, gripping a golden shuttle in his hand.

Han Yi stared fixedly at the golden shuttle, his face incomparably grave.

A Top-grade Magic Artifact, the Golden Light Shuttle.

Cui Xingchen had only barely escaped alive from that artifact. Han Yi did not believe that if it struck him, he would still survive.

What the hell kind of day is this? Why am I so damn unlucky?

Han Yi's expression turned extremely ugly.

(End of chapter)