"Th-This... wasn't that person already dead...?"
Qin Xia was not the only one who recognized Qin Lang. That assassination had taken place in the Qin Clan's core territory, witnessed by many disciples. Moreover, the cultivators able to enter the Ancient Immortal Realm were all elites who lived in that core territory. Their impression of that cultivator from back then was so profound that it could only be described as unforgettable for life.
Endless lightning gathered from every direction, all converging around Qin Lang. It set off the Kirin formed from Bing Fire Yang Thunder, making it appear incomparably majestic and terrifying, as though heaven and earth themselves were about to collapse beneath its pressure.
Shi Shuiqing and the others, who had already fallen into despair, were so stunned by the appearance of Qin Lang's Kirin that they could not speak. They had already held Qin Lang in very high regard, yet they had still underestimated him.
That crimson Kirin filled them with boundless fear. Even though they knew the attack was not aimed at them, the terror rising from the depths of their hearts still made their entire bodies tremble.
"All Qin Clan members, die!"
Qin Lang stared madly at the dozens of people below. They had once been his clansmen, but now they were his greatest enemies in this world.
Although killing Qin Ming's father had greatly eased his hatred, he still bore immense resentment toward this clan.
"Sage Art: Lightning Release: Kirin!"
Roar!
The enormous lightning Kirin and Qin Lang let out furious roars at the same time, then plunged straight toward the ground. This earth-shaking scene could be clearly seen even from hundreds of kilometers away. The terrifying aura rippled outward, making the cultivators in the swamp feel as if the apocalypse had arrived.
Boom!
Lightning was