Qin Yang walked towards Xue Anzhi step by step, each step feeling like he was stepping on Xue Anzhi's heart.
"The game is over."
Qin Yang's voice was flat and indifferent, as if announcing the end of an insignificant farce.
Xue Anzhi's body lay sprawled on the ground like a lump of mud, his blood staining the earth beneath him.
He looked at Qin Yang, his eyes filled with despair and fear.
"No...don't kill me..."
Xue Anzhi's voice trembled so badly that he no longer possessed the imposing presence of a Saint Realm expert.
"I...I beg you...spare my life..."
He struggled, using his last bit of strength, and pleaded with Qin Yang.
“My…my senior brother…is an elder of the Qiankun Sect…”
He spoke haltingly, seemingly trying to intimidate Qin Yang with this identity.
"He...he's already at the mid-stage of the Saint Realm...his strength...is far greater than mine..."
A glimmer of hope flashed in Xue Anzhi's eyes, hoping that this news would make Qin Yang wary.
"You...you killed me...he...he won't let you get away with this..."
He finished speaking with great difficulty, as if he had used up all his strength.
Qin Yang's eyes remained cold and indifferent, without the slightest fluctuation.
He looked at Xue Anzhi, a disdainful sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.
"Qiankun Sect?"
Qin Yang's voice carried a hint of sarcasm.
"hehe!"
He chuckled dismissively, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.
The air around them seemed to freeze because of Qin Yang's laughter.
Xue Anzhi's face instantly turned ashen.
He felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, making him tremble all over.
Qin Yang's heart was at peace.
He didn't take the mere Qiankun Sect seriously at all.
The number of Qiankun Sect disciples who died at his hands was at least eight hundred, if not a thousand.
What does it matter if there's one more Xue Anzhi?
Qin Yang slowly raised his foot, aiming it at Xue Anzhi's neck.
"No...don't..."
Xue Anzhi's pupils contracted sharply, and he let out a desperate wail.
"I...I was wrong...I...I shouldn't have provoked you..."
His voice was filled with regret and fear.
"Please...please...let me go...I...I'm willing to be your slave...to repay you..."
He pleaded desperately, hoping Qin Yang would change his mind.
"I...I'll give you all my treasures..."
He even started using treasures to tempt Qin Yang.
"I...I'll give you the entire Xue family..."
He had completely broken down; he was willing to give anything to survive.
However, Qin Yang's gaze remained unchanged.
His foot slowly landed.
"ah……"
Xue Anzhi let out a shrill scream.
His voice abruptly stopped.
His eyes were wide open, filled with resentment and fear.
His neck was broken by Qin Yang's foot, and he lost all hope of life.
Qin Yang's foot remained on Xue Anzhi's corpse, not moving away.
He slowly raised his head and looked into the distance.
His eyes were deep and cold, as if they could see through everything.
His heart remained completely calm.
For him, killing Xue Anzhi was as easy as stepping on an ant.
I felt neither a sense of accomplishment nor a sense of guilt.
He was just doing what he thought he should do.
The surroundings were deathly silent, with only the sound of the wind blowing.
Xue Jun and Xue Gui collapsed to the ground, trembling all over, completely terrified.
They stared at Xue Anzhi's corpse, their eyes filled with fear and despair.
They never imagined that the powerful patriarch of the Xue family would die at the hands of a young man.
Moreover, they died so tragically, so without dignity.
They even began to wonder if they were dreaming.
However, the bloodstains on the ground and Xue Anzhi's unseeing eyes told them that it was all true.
Qin Yang turned around and looked at Xue Jun and Xue Gui.
His eyes were cold and ruthless, as if he were looking at two ants.
Xue Jun and Xue Gui were terrified by Qin Yang's gaze.
They immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy.
"Spare me...spare my life..."
"We...we were wrong..."
"We...we will never dare to do it again..."
Their voices trembled uncontrollably, filled with fear and despair.
They knew that their lives were in Qin Yang's hands.
Qin Yang didn't speak, he just watched them quietly.
His eyes were devoid of any emotion, as if he were looking at two dead people.
Xue Jun and Xue Gui were terrified by Qin Yang's gaze, so they kowtowed even harder, until their foreheads were bleeding profusely.
"Please...please...let us go..."
"We...we are willing...to serve you like cattle and horses...to repay you..."
“We…we’ll give you…all of the Xue family’s assets…”
They kept pleading, hoping that Qin Yang would spare their lives.
A cold smile curled at the corner of Qin Yang's mouth.
He slowly raised his hand and pointed at Xue Jun and Xue Gui.
"you……"
Qin Yang's voice was cold and ruthless.
"It's time to hit the road."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Xue Jun and Xue Gui's bodies suddenly exploded.
Blood and flesh flew everywhere; it was a gruesome sight.
They vanished from the world without even uttering a scream.
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