Chapter 90 - Tempest secret realm (04)

The experts of the foundation realm were overcome with a myriad of emotions upon hearing Qingyi’s words.

Did that young man want to challenge all of them alone?

Of course, the feat of killing that beast was absurd to their minds, but still, so many Foundation Realm cultivators had enough power to take down even Golden Core Realm experts, let alone a brat in the third stage of the Foundation Realm.

"Make way, kid, and I promise to crush your head before tearing off your legs!"

A tall, fat cultivator stepped forward, his face covered with a sadistic smile as he released his peak Foundation Realm aura.

"It’ll be slightly less painful, hahahaha!" He laughed, but soon noticed Qingyi shuddering under his Qi, the handsome young man’s cold smile completely fading.

That surprised him.

He wasn’t really willing to fight Qingyi, he just wanted to bluff to see if he would show any weakness.

But now, seeing Qingyi’s reaction, he immediately realized: the young man was bluffing too!

"That brat must have used some artifact on the giant lightning fox!" exclaimed another of the peak foundation realm cultivators, and soon all eyes on Qingyi changed.

An artifact capable of allowing a third stage foundation realm cultivator to defeat an eighth stage beast of the same realm...

How expensive must such an item be?

The fat man’s eyes immediately focused on Qingyi’s space ring. It was all there—the beast’s corpse and also the artifact used to kill it.

His cruel smile turned into greed as he activated his movement technique.

He was an earth cultivator, not a lightning cultivator, but he couldn’t ignore the treasures of that place.

His huge body shot forward on a board of earth, his fists already prepared to crush Qingyi.

"Bastards," he growled, noticing the presence of two other peak foundation realm cultivators following him, their faces carrying as much greed as his.

"He’s going to be mine!" he roared, finally reaching the platform and lunging toward Qingyi.

But at the last moment, his eyes met the young man’s.

Was he... smiling?

Qingyi stood up, his eyes glowing purple as he used the second form of the stormy monarch’s sword art, aiming at the throats of the three.

The fat man managed to dodge, Qingyi’s slash only grazing him and tearing out a strand of his red hair.

But the other two were unable to react in time, their bodies thrown by inertia, bouncing on the ground as they choked on their own blood.

Not even cultivators of the foundation realm were immune to having their throats slit.

The fat man stopped a few feet away from Qingyi and tried to defend himself, but it was already too late.

The handsome young man’s sword was already aimed at his chest as he used the first form of the stormy monarch’s sword art.

"I’m sorry..." Qingyi laughed mockingly as his sword sank into the fat man’s chest, piercing his heart. "But you guessed wrong."

The man’s eyes were wide as blood rose to his throat, his Dantian ceasing to respond as his consciousness faded.

Qingyi let his body fall heavily to the ground as he stood up, his eyes scanning the crowd of Foundation Realm cultivators.

There should be at least seventy of them.

The greed of those three had really made things easier for him, reducing the number of peak foundation realm cultivators by half.

But he still didn’t allow himself to relax or be blinded by arrogance. This was still a dangerous fight.

All the other Foundation Realm experts were paralyzed, their gazes fixed on the fallen bodies.

They were divided into three different groups, each led by two peak Foundation Realm experts.

By killing those three, Qingyi had eliminated one of the leaders of each group, and obviously, no one was happy about that.

"You son of a bitch!" One of the ninth stage foundation cultivators roared.

The fat man was his brother, and his eyes were close to tearing up as he stared at the corpse.

But he didn’t allow himself to cry. His heart overflowed with hatred as he advanced, his sword tearing through the air.

Qingyi used the first form of the tempest monarch’s sword art.

His qi molded itself into the shape of a sword tip before exploding toward the fat man’s brother.

Unfortunately, the man was already expecting this, easily dodging the attack before his body disappeared in a blur.

"Die, bastard!" He roared, swinging his sword toward Qingyi’s neck, who immediately activated the black dragon scales.

A metallic clang echoed, and the eyes of the peak foundation realm expert widened as his blade ricocheted off Qingyi’s skin.

He tried to recover, but Qingyi didn’t give him time.

His sword tore through the fat man’s brother’s belly, who screamed in pain before Qingyi slashed towards his throat, sending his head flying into the air.

"Shit!" Qingyi barely had time to recover his posture, sensing two powerful presences emerging behind him as the other two peak foundation realm cultivators appeared behind him.

He managed to cover his back in time to stop the first sword, but not the second, which sliced through his lower back, drawing a grunt of pain from his mouth.

He gritted his teeth as he turned around.

"Playing with death!" he roared as he finally released his lightning sword Qi at full power. A bluish aura covered in silver threads enveloped everything within two meters.

"How does this son of a bitch still have so much Qi?" the first expert asked, but Qingyi didn’t give him time to answer.

His body exploded in speed as he activated the first form of the tempest monarch’s sword art, aiming towards the second expert of the foundation realm.

"Damn it!" The man immediately realized that there was no time to dodge, raising his sword desperately as he forced all his Qi into defense.

He felt his muscles tear and his bones shake, the blade of his sword withstanding Qingyi’s attack for a brief moment before it began to melt.

His eyes were filled with terror as Qingyi’s sword sank into his chest, his painful screams quickly silenced.

The other cultivator at the peak of the Foundation Realm tried to flee, but in the end, he met the same fate.

Standing over the six bloody corpses, Qingyi raised his eyes to the rest of the Foundation Realm experts.

"I’m waiting... bring me your necks so I can free them from the weight of your heads!"