"Want me to be the blade you use to kill?"
Watching Yun Hanhai's retreating back, Lin Qi suddenly let out a cold laugh. "Are all those Cloud Dragon Clan people so full of themselves? Do they really think every disciple of our Tiger Clan is some one-track-minded fool? Lin Li, Yun Tianyi—if they want to deal with me, they can do it themselves. Do they need you to speak for them?"
After a few sneers, Lin Qi pulled Elysian Heaven away and strode off.
Over the next few days, Frostleaf Island remained calm, without the slightest ripple. Every morning, Lin Qi climbed to the mountaintop to cultivate his battle qi. At other times, he simply commanded the accompanying heavy cavalry and dwarven warriors to form ranks and drill, turning the perfectly peaceful Frostleaf Island into a dust-choked battlefield.
Xuan Lan, Barrel, and the other powerful followers would occasionally display their strength. Long Cheng, too, flamboyantly showed off his Blood Spirit Azure Dragon Halberd before several beautiful young female followers. The formidable strength under Lin Qi's command set everyone's minds racing. Apart from everyone from the Cloud Dragon Clan, who still held absolute confidence in themselves, the rest all felt somewhat uneasy—could it be that this contest for spiritual treasures would become Lin Qi's stage alone?
Then there was Lin Qi's massive fleet. Everyone could not help cursing inwardly. In all the previous contests for spiritual treasures, when had there ever been such a freak as Lin Qi? This fellow had practically brought an army to Frostleaf Island. How were the others supposed to compete with him?
Time flowed like water. Five days later, just as Lin Qi was preparing to head up the mountain for his morning training, the mountain peak where he usually trained suddenly split open soundlessly with