"Apart from Qing State, the Southern Border Alliance has spread its influence to several other states within the Great Yan, though not every state has their presence, and the Skinny Elder and Fatty Elder are only responsible for matters within Qing State, having no contact with the other states."
"As for the Southern Border Alliance... information remains scarce. Itâs only known that it was led by several large tribes, seemingly formed for some collective ambition?"
Ning Qi shook his head.
It wasnât that he didnât want to keep asking, but even though the Soul Capturing Eye Technique had been optimized, it still had limitations. The more it involved matters of high importance to the opponent, the more it instinctively provoked resistance, not to mention that the Skinny Elder was a genuine Celestial Human Realm powerhouse with strong resistance abilities.
In truth.
Ning Qiâs Soul Capturing Eye Technique was already quite extraordinary, as he had never heard of such a Martial Arts Secret Technique existing in the Martial Realm. Even if there were, it would definitely be a closely guarded secret.
Ning Qi temporarily decided not to delve further into the Southern Border Alliance.
Although it was the root of his parentsâ demise, there was no need to confront such a behemoth now, one that could rival the Demon Sect.
Given a little time, he could easily suppress them in the future.
He understood the priorities.
Revenge has to be exacted, but thereâs no rush.
Just like now, he had the absolute ability to suppress âMaster Fengâ before deciding to settle accounts with the Blood Rain Tower. Heâs always been patient in these matters.
Ning Qi began to inventory the spoils from the Skinny Elderâs body.
The nearly identical Purple Jade Bamboo Tube, clearly custom-made for the Blood King Gu.
Murmuring special syllables, Ning Qi summoned out a Blood King Gu.
It also had three pairs of wings on its back, but the third pair was somewhat weak and feeble, much like when the Fatty Elder first took them out.
But Ning Qi wasnât worried.
After massacring this stronghold today, with so many powerful martial artist corpses and a Celestial Human Realm expert present, there were ample nutrients to allow this Blood King Gu to mature completely.
Besides the Purple Jade Bamboo Tube, there were some miscellaneous items, a few jade bottles containing pills and gu insects.
Ning Qi was a bit curious.
However, after pondering, he ultimately decided to discard all of it. During the earlier interrogation with the eye technique, he had learned that there were no marking resonances or similar on the Blood King Gu, but since he didnât know the use and origin of these items, he didnât know if they bore any tracking marks.
To be safe, it was better not to take them.
Ning Qi didnât hesitate, using Gang Qi to drag Skinny Elderâs corpse toward the ruins of the grand hall, which was in two pieces.
The remaining Primordial Core Realm experts shivered.
They had lost the ability to move, having witnessed Ning Qi brutally kill the Skinny Elder, their courage had long fled, and as Ning Qi walked over, each one suddenly wanted to beg for mercy.
But they couldnât speak.
Because Ning Qi didnât want to hear useless nonsense.
He opened the Underground Palace with one hand, exposing the Blood Pool to everyone, after which he manipulated the Power of Heaven and Earth, causing bodies scattered throughout the stronghold to fly into the pool, dissolving rapidly upon entry.
This used to be a familiar task to everyone, but at this moment, it made their scalps tingle.
Especially when the Skinny Elderâs corpse was thrown in as well.
The peak of fear was reached.
Ning Qi clapped his hands, smiling as he looked at the severely wounded few.
"Youâll be first, then," Ning Qi casually pointed at one.
The rest were pinned to the ground by Gang Qi, unable to move, while this one was lifted into the air.
Ning Qi activated the Soul Capturing Eye Technique.
While these people most likely didnât know more about the Southern Border Alliance, they at least knew about the branches they were responsible for, and possibly could provide some useful information.
Like the traitor Dong He from the Divine Sword Sect, Ning Qi hadnât seen him come over this time. He had promised Taoist Longshan to slay the killer of the Divine Sword Sect and, if possible, capture Dong He.
The question-and-answer session was plain and simple.
But to the others, the scene was terrifying.
In their perspective, once a colleague was grabbed by this fiend, they fell into a state that made their scalps tingle, like puppets, mouths moving with incomprehensible words.
The unknown is frightening.
Moments later.
Ning Qi casually threw the person into the Blood Pool.
And caught another.
Repeating the previous process.
This process was extremely torturous.
Everyone knew they were doomed, but witnessing each colleague helplessly die in this manner was indescribably horrifying. Even though they were all ruthless killers, facing this fate upon themselves was unsettling; their hearts trembling with fear.
In fact.
Some had already started hoping it would be their turn next.
The longer they waited, the more theyâd suffer mental torture again.
And undoubtedly.
âFengâ endured the most mental torment.
He repeatedly screamed in his heart, but Ning Qi ignored him, instead making him watch as his colleagues died one by one in agony.
Finally.
After Ning Qi finished questioning Zhao Dong, learning the details of the Divine Sword Sectâs destruction, and about the seductive woman who attacked the True Martial Sect at night being sent by him,
Only âFengâ was left.
"Kill me! Kill me!"
Feng screamed in his heart.
But then, a look of surprise spread across his face because the voice wasnât just ringing in his mind, it was spoken aloud; suddenly he could talk again.
His gaze trembled as it fell on Ning Qi, and he heard Ning Qi speak calmly: