Chapter 421: Still Considered Tactful
Countless demonic claws carrying incredible destructive power submerged Qi Tian and the group of Qi Family experts. Their faces became ashen facing that sudden attack that appeared out of nowhere.
Qi Tian wanted to dodge, but to his horror, he found that even with his peak half-Saint strength, he was powerless to move an inch.
Howls from thousands of demons pierced their eardrums as if they fell into the deepest Asura hell.
In a sudden boom, numerous shrieks of agony seemed to sound in unison as all Qi Family's experts were flung to the air. Blood splattered to every corner of the big hall.
The cries and screams died down, followed by an eerie silence.
A while later, Qi Tian struggled to get off the floor. Looking around him, he saw that all the experts that followed him from the Qi Mansion were dead. These people that accompanied him were all core members and high-level experts of the Qi Family, all possessing the strength of high-level Xiantian realm. In short, these people were the core strength of the Qi Family, but now, they were all dead.
Over a hundred Qi Family core members and high-level guards were all dead! Thinking of the huge loss, Qi Tian wanted to cry, but no tears would come. His heart was filled with rage, grief, and unprecedented fear.
Dead!
All dead!
However, he knew that the reason he was still breathing was because the other side deliberately let him live, otherwise the would never have the chance to get up at this moment.
Qi Tian's stared fixedly at Huang Xiaolong with hate-filled eyes, screaming, "Who-are-you?! No matter who you are, you murdered so many of my Qi Family disciples and guards, you can only die! Our Qi Family will definitely destroy you, destroy your nine generations!" At the end of it, Qi Tian was roaring the words out at the top of his lungs. His voice sounded scratchy and hoarse, his face distorted with rage.
"Kill my nine generations?" Huang Xiaolong repeated the words devoid of any emotions. He had heard Deities Templar utter this line many times over.
Wang Dingzhi turned toward Huang Xiaolong, respectfully saying, "Sovereign, this subordinate has more than a hundred ways to torture this Qi Tian until he begs for death!"
Sovereign? Catching the term that Wang Dingzhi used to refer to Huang Xiaolong was like being struck by tribulation lightning directly on the head, Qi Tian blanked fully for a second, and then his eyes widened in shock.
"Sov-Sovereign?!"
"Asura-Asura's Gate Sov-Sovereign?!"
Qi Tian stammered, his vigor and momentum earlier, his killing intent toward Huang Xiaoling, his fury, all disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only terror.
Huang Xiaolong looked impassively at Qi Tian, "A hundred ways? No need to trouble ourselves, it has been some days since my Poison Corpse Scarabs ate."
"Poison Corpse Scarabs?!" Hearing this name, Qi Tian's knees went weak, the whites of his eyes rolled back and fainted.
Huang Xiaolong waved his hands, releasing a large swarm of Poison Corpse Scarabs. All fell above the bodies of these Qi Family disciples and guards. Before Wang Dingzhi's non-stop twitching eyelids, a short while later, The Poison Corpse Scarabs had gnawed clean the corpses on the floor.
Huang Xiaolong retrieved the Poison Corpse Scarabs, stating coldly, "Since Qi Lei wants to capture me so badly, I should go meet him."
Wang Dingzhi's throat felt dry, detecting the unmistakable killing intent in Huang Xiaolong's eyes. He could already imagine the news he would be receiving a few hours later—the Qi Family is forever erased from the Martial Spirit World!
