Watching Your Flesh and Blood Fly

And something as precious as those scales could actually be used for punishment.

Qin Xi looked at Qirui and said to him, "Since it's as powerful as you say, and Mediocre Death God doesn't want to talk, then what are we waiting for? Put him to the question."

After Qin Xi finished speaking, he leaned lazily back in his chair, rested one hand on the armrest, and waited for Qirui's next move.

Di Qun had not expected Qirui and the others to have something like this either. It seemed every beast clan had its own treasured possessions.

Qirui did not seem to care in the slightest. His hand rose and the blade fell in an incredibly swift motion, and he had already begun cutting into Mediocre Death God's arm.

The Qilin Scale slashed across Mediocre Death God's arm, and in an instant, flesh and blood burst open. Blood quickly began to flow. He had never expected the scale to be so sharp; it had merely passed over his arm once, yet it had already produced such agony.

Then Qin Xi and the others heard Mediocre Death God's howling cry.

"Ah!"

The corners of Qirui's mouth lifted slightly as he looked at Mediocre Death God and said, "How is it? Hurts, doesn't it? Next will be your chest and back. I'll scrape the flesh from your chest, piece by piece, bit by bit."

When he said this, he really looked extremely dangerous. Qin Xi had not expected that Qirui, who seemed so young and ignorant of worldly affairs, would actually have such ruthless methods at a time like this.

Qin Xi looked at Qirui and said, "Then what are we waiting for? Let him try what it feels like to have his flesh carved out."

Because Qin Xi could already tell