When it was clear that Mo Qianyi had truly lost all breath, killed by Qin Qi's single strike!
Ming Xueying couldn't help but cry out in shock, "Qin Qi, you—you really killed Mo Qianyi?"
Qin Qi had his hands behind his back, utterly unmoved. "Even if I didn't kill him, do you think he'd let me go after all this?"
"Keeping him alive is a threat, killing him is also a threat—might as well kill him to vent my anger!"
"Moreover, if I hadn't done it, I'm afraid none of the others present would have spared me either!"
After finishing, Qin Qi's cold, stern gaze swept over all the geniuses who had previously harbored thoughts about him.
Yet, once Qin Qi struck down Mo Qianyi,
these many geniuses from all the factions decisively abandoned any such intentions.
Because everyone knew that Qin Qi was a thoroughgoing God of Killing!
Hearing Qin Qi's words, Ming Xueying couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath.
Though that's how it is in principle,
