The Kirin Clan's Scales

Qin Xi knew it too: Qirui had not gone for the kill at all. Clearly, he was only making him suffer even more.

Qin Xi was also deeply shocked. He had not expected a single scale to be this powerful.

Qirui carved slash after slash across Mediocre Death God's chest, and he did not spare his back either, scoring it completely with cuts. He looked as if he had already been sliced into pieces of meat, and Mediocre Death God felt as though all strength had left his body.

And the pain truly blotted out everything. It hurt more than any time before. Even when he had suffered extremely serious injuries in the past, it had never hurt like this. It seemed it really was just as Qirui had said.

After half a shichen had passed, Mediocre Death God now felt as if his whole body had become a bloody, dripping mess, and the sound of his wails had not lessened in the slightest.

Seeing that Mediocre Death God was still gritting his teeth and refusing to make a sound even now, Qirui switched to something else.

That object looked like a tiny luminous pearl, and when he took it out, it even gave off a faint white glow.

Qirui looked at Mediocre Death God and said to him, "This thing is a treasure of our Kirin Clan. I'm honestly a little reluctant to use it on you. I'm almost disgusted that you're too filthy for it."

When he said this, his tone was light and airy, as if he were completely relaxed. But not only did Mediocre Death God find those words terrifying, even Qin Xi and the others felt that such a simple-looking thing would definitely be anything but simple once used.

Then he looked at Qin Xi