Dead Without Even a Trace Left

"You can come at me together. This Immortal Venerable can't be bothered to bully you one by one."

Qin Yu looked down arrogantly on everyone, not taking any of those present seriously.

"Master... Master, my spiritual root!"

The bedraggled Wang Teng climbed up from the ground. There was no longer any desire for cultivation in his eyes. His Divine Sense was gone, and his spiritual root could not be restored. He would never again have any hope of becoming an Immortal Emperor in this life.

Qin Yu's expression stiffened. Her gaze swept over the crowd before finally landing on Qing Xu.

"You little beast, what method did you use to destroy my disciple's Path of Dao? If you can't satisfy me today, all of you can go to hell!"

Qin Yu helped Wang Teng up painfully, glaring at Qing Xu with icy eyes as though she wanted to tear it to pieces with her gaze.

Now, she did not dare kill this group directly. If her disciple's spiritual root could not be restored, killing them all would be useless.

"Old hag, what are you yelling for? Since he fell into my hands, I only destroyed one of his Divine Sense Clones. That was already an act of great mercy from yours truly."

He was merely a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, and one whose cultivation had been suppressed at that. He was truly far too arrogant. If Qin had not given the order, Qing Xu would have crushed her to death with one claw long ago.

"What a beast!"

Qin Yu's fingers clenched until they turned white, and the bone whip in her hand lashed down toward Qing Xu.

"Master, leave them to me. I want to kill them myself!"

At some point, Wang Teng had recovered. His scarlet eyes were