In the span of every finger snap, thousands of attacks landed on Master Yin. The Blood-Soaked Tiger Soul Armor erupted with a piercingly sharp, icy radiance that no one could bear to look at directly, and Master Yin's body convulsed violently. Lin Qi, transformed into a gale, whirled around Master Yin at high speed, battering his body until it trembled like a flower branch in a storm. Great sprays of blood pulp continuously burst from him.
With a thunderous boom, Lin Qi's heavy punch blasted through Master Yin's chest. His hand emerged from Master Yin's back, clutching his still-beating pale golden heart. His fingers closed, crushing Master Yin's heart into fragments, and Lin Qi kneaded it into a lump of mangled flesh.
Master Yin, beaten beyond recognition, stared wide-eyed at Lin Qi. He watched him for a long while before giving a strange smile. "The power of wind? I find it impossible to believe. Eastern Harmony King, how old are you this year? How long have you cultivated? Why have you already—already, already—mastered the power of wind's laws to such a degree?"
Lin Qi's hand jerked. Violent wind-force burst from every pore of his body, like countless blades tearing Master Yin apart and blowing his entire body into a vast spray of blood mist.
Shaking his hand, Lin Qi muttered under his breath, "Idiot. Spouting so much nonsense—he really is a madman who's lost control! As Penglai's incarnation, he actually cooperated with those baldies from the Heavenly Temple? This fellow is truly stupid beyond description!"
As Master Yin's body exploded, two strange, oddly shaped longswords fell to the ground. Lin Qi bent down and picked them up. With a light sweep through the air, the crescent-shaped blades silently tore apart the wind and rain rushing toward him, yet he felt