Despite Qingyi's threats, none of the foundation realm cultivators dared to move.
Their eyes shifted between the beautiful, bloodied figure and the corpses scattered across the ground.
Even though they had witnessed everything with their own eyes, it was still hard to believe.
It only took one of them to take a step back for the rest to begin retreating.
That young man was clearly an incomparable genius. It was not worth continuing that fight.
Even if he was injured and they had a high chance of victory, how many would still die to gain just a few more hours on the upper floors?
"Ah..." Qingyi exhaled as he sat cross-legged, circulating his Qi.
Despite the sharp pain, it was not a deep wound.
"Oh... young master Qingyi is amazing!" He heard a cheerful and excited voice. Opening his eyes, he saw Xiaoguo, Laosan, and the rest of his group.
The young man had a bright look toward Qingyi as he looked at the corpses.
