The situation reversed in an instant. Qi Zhenzi pressed forward step by step, while the leading Demon General and several hundred cultivators retreated in terror. Upon reaching the tunnel entrance, they tried to flee.
"I told you to stay!"
Qi Zhenzi made no visible move, yet as though his words became law, those who turned to escape found themselves bound.
"Well? My formations are quite something, aren't they? Will you learn?"
"Yes, yes..."
Circumstances left them no choice. With their lives in this old man's hands, who dared utter even half a word of refusal?
Qi Zhenzi was immensely pleased. Chuckling, he said, "Good, good. So many new disciples at once. But I do have my principles. Traitors cannot be spared, and I do not accept Beast Race disciples. You two can die..."
The words had barely left his mouth when the middle-aged man and the leading Demon General, before they could beg for mercy, had their bodies sliced apart inch by inch, reduced to a puddle of minced flesh and blood.
As he spoke, Qi Zhenzi had already placed binding formations on everyone. These also possessed the power to kill; with a mere thought, they could become invisible instruments of death.
Mu Bai was deeply astonished by what Qi Zhenzi had done. He had originally thought Qi Zhenzi was merely a swindler who, as the middle-aged man had said, used his "disciples" for his own profit. He had never expected this old fellow to truly possess such transcendent methods.
Mu Bai had never seen such an invisible means of killing. Like Bai Jun of the Beast Race, Qi Zhenzi had already reached the realm of words becoming law.
As though seeing through his thoughts, Qi Zhenzi turned back and smiled at Mu Bai. "Well? You have all seen your