"Senior Chi Qi, I... I am Ye Chen of the Ye Family. Please show mercy," the male cultivator cried out in panic, his face filled with shock.
Only then did Chi Qi realize that this man and woman were indeed members of the Ye Family. He had seen them before. He had acted too hastily earlier and had not recognized them at once.
Among the three great families of the Ganchang Wasteland, unless there was deep-seated blood hatred, they would not easily slaughter the younger generation of another family.
For one thing, it would provoke unnecessary conflict.
For another, the Ganchang Wasteland bordered Rotting Miasma Ridge to the west, while vast seas lay to the south and east. Beast tides occasionally erupted from these three regions, requiring great numbers of cultivators to stand guard for long periods. Slaughtering the juniors of other families was, in effect, invisibly weakening their own strength against foreign enemies.
However, since he had already killed one of them, Chi Qi naturally could not leave any survivors.
With a thought, the sharp arrow shot forth like a meteor, aiming straight for the male cultivator's chest.
The male cultivator tried to block it, but it was ultimately futile. He was killed in a single blow.
With the two Ye Family cultivators dead, the swarm of Poison Scythe Insects naturally surged toward Chi Qi.
Chi Qi swiftly retreated, opening a little distance between himself and the insect swarm.
Then, he drew his bow and nocked an arrow.
Spiritual light blazed from the longbow, while the arrowhead gleamed with icy brilliance.
An aura capable of destroying Heaven and Earth erupted from the bow and arrow.
The arrow flew from the string and struck directly into the swarm.
Wherever it passed, fierce winds rose.
That was the sharp metallic force