The moment he heard the words of that whale-shaped woman, Qingyi's face contorted, his stomach churning in disgust.
He was used to men seeking death while trying to take his women; but this was the first time he was the target, at least coming from something as repulsive as this.
He calmed his mind, his eyes scanning each of those bandits.
Thirty in total, the strongest was the talking pile of fat, in the early stage of the flowing meridian realm.
They were not enemies worthy of Qingyi's second glance.
Drawing the sky-defying thunder sword, Qingyi advanced, his body exploding with speed.
"Shit..." The obese bandit raised her blade to parry Qingyi's, her eyes widening at the scene that followed.
His sword cut through hers like butter, the lightning and fire Qi raising the temperature of the metal to absurd levels.
Before she even realized it, the melted tip of her sword fell to the ground, her head following soon after, rising to the skies with a spurt of blood.
