He surveyed his surroundings.
His clan's forty-odd Innate Realm elders were under siege by seventy or eighty blood-robed figures in the Innate Realm.
With such an overwhelming disparity in numbers and strength,
three or four of his elders had already fallen.
Their complete annihilation
was only a matter of time.
He gritted his teeth.
He knew the Qian Family could not escape its doom today.
As long as the green hills remained, there would be no shortage of firewood.
A glint of resolve flashed through Qian Xingping's eyes.
He immediately unleashed a secret art.
His speed soared.
He turned into a streak of light and fled frantically northward.
The blood-robed figures watched this unfold.
Yet none of them gave chase.
Just as Qian Xingping thought he had escaped with his life,
the next instant,
he felt as though he had slammed into an invisible wall.
It sent him rebounding backward.
The impact left his head spinning and his vision swimming.
Before Qian Xingping could recover,
a large hand clamped around his neck like iron pincers.
Looking at the imposing face before him,
Qian Xingping's pupils contracted.
"You... you're..."
"A dead man doesn't need to know so much."
The purple-robed man spoke indifferently.
Before his words had faded,
his other hand, broad as a palm-leaf fan, struck Qian Xingping hard across the face.
That single slap knocked him unconscious.
"Why not just kill him?"
The black-robed man appeared beside him again.
"He has fifth-grade aptitude. Keeping him as a gift for that old fellow will be of some use."
The purple-robed man spoke calmly.
The black-robed man looked thoughtful.
Qian Xingping's flight and subsequent capture
immediately threw the Qian Family into disarray.
They lost all will to fight.
They tried to escape.
Yet their fate was no different from Qian Xingping's.