Qin Yi did not guess wrong; the five young powerhouses from the Southern Country quickly reacted after leaving.
Qin Yi was covered in wounds, clearly gravely injured. Even if Qin Yi had the ability to kill Zhi Yuanbai, his combat power should have significantly dropped now.
All five felt disgraced, having been scared off just by Qin Yi’s enraged shout. So they turned back, hiding in observation.
However, when they saw Qin Yi holding the Big Halberd, standing like a war god, as if waiting for their return, the five began to hesitate again.
Qin Yi was severely injured now, almost at the point of exhaustion, unable to sense whether the five had returned. But he smiled in one direction, revealing white teeth, which was somewhat eerie.
The five hiding in the shadows tensed up; had they been discovered?
Qin Yi randomly picked a direction, not expecting it to be right, coincidentally looking at their hiding place.
Qin Yi was not idling, although standing, he was secretly engaged in frantic energy movement and breathing control.
But he was too heavily injured, making recovery difficult for the moment.
Qin Yi knew he couldn’t maintain this state for long, or he’d risk revealing a flaw.
Once energy movement and breathing control allowed him to move, Qin Yi coldly snorted, picked up the Big Halberd, and turned back. Upon turning, he stumbled over a stone, nearly falling if not for the Blood Flood Dragon.
Qin Yi’s expression slightly changed.
After posturing for so long, he’d been undone by a stone.
He was indeed too weak, his steps so unsteady that he couldn’t even cross a stone.
Sure enough, a gust of wind approached, and the five in hiding sprang out. They had already seen through Qin Yi’s act.
Qin Yi turned to face them, his gaze cold, his expression unchanged. But his mind was racing: how to escape this predicament?
"Qin Yi, you’re really cunning; you almost fooled us."
A young man in black leathers looked at Qin Yi mockingly, eyes flickering with murderous intent.
The other four were no different; Qin Yi had destroyed the Zhi Family, killed Zhi Yuanbai. If they killed someone like him, they’d become renowned in the Southern Country, reaping endless benefits.
Qin Yi’s expression was indifferent: "You dare return, seeking death?"
"Stop pretending; you’re so weak you can barely walk, yet you dare speak so boldly."
"Qin Yi, you must be quite famous in Longxia? But you’re unlucky to meet us; today, your blood will stain the ground."
"Why waste words with him? Kill him quickly and take his head back."
Blades unsheathed, shimmering with cold light.
The five were eager, murderous intent in their eyes.
Qin Yi tightened his grip on the Flood Dragon Spear, his knuckles white, filled with helplessness. He could only rely on the Flood Dragon Spear now.
"Qin Yi, once we kill you, we’ll hang your head on Luoshen Mountain, letting Longxia’s Qi Refiners know that the Southern Country is not a place for you to run wild."
The young man in black leathers charged at Qin Yi like lightning, slashing a sword through the air, the Sword Qi tearing through, bringing a piercing sound as it approached Qin Yi.
Qin Yi’s eyes narrowed fiercely; unexpected that the young man in black was actually a mid-Golden Core powerhouse, which the Blood Flood Dragon couldn’t resist.
Unwillingness appeared in Qin Yi’s eyes; was he really destined to die here today?
The Blood Flood Dragon naturally knew it couldn’t withstand the sword qi; the opponent’s cultivation was vastly superior, but protecting its master was its duty. The Blood Flood Dragon charged toward the Sword Qi.
"Come back!" Qin Yi’s eyes reddened, shouting angrily, spitting scarlet blood in agitation. What the Blood Flood Dragon was doing was akin to suicide.
However, at this critical moment, a fierce beam shot from behind Qin Yi, overtaking, and shattered the Sword Qi before the Blood Flood Dragon.
The young man in black leathers groaned, his body sent flying backward, spit blood from his mouth.
Qin Yi quickly turned to look but saw no one, then his eyes changed sharply, looking into the sky.
In the high sky, a robust old man with bushy brows and tiger eyes, dressed in a white robe, stood in midair.
The young powerhouses from the Southern Country were also stunned.
Being able to travel in the air, he must be a Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse, such a figure was not something they could handle.
"Scram!" The old man spoke, his voice like thunder, distorting the void.
The five youths from the Southern Country were both terrified and overjoyed, not expecting to be spared. As if fearing the old man would change his mind, they helped up the young man in black leather and fled hastily.
Qin Yi swayed, collapsing to the ground, his face as pale as paper.
The old man descended from midair, looking at Qin Yi with interest.
Then, his gaze fell on a head for a moment before his face changed, exclaiming: "Zhi Yuanbai?"
He looked at Qin Yi, eyes full of shock: "You killed him?"
Qin Yi nodded slightly; this elder saved him, surely a friend not foe, and he felt no hostility from the other.
The old man appeared instantly before Qin Yi, forcefully patting his shoulder: "Boy, you’re amazing, to have slain that old dog Zhi Yuanbai."
Qin Yi’s face twisted in pain, cold sweat on his forehead, unable to suppress a grunt. His shoulder bone was shattered, and the elder had just slammed it.
The old man paused, then, full of apology, withdrew his hand hurriedly: "Sorry."
Qin Yi shook his head: "Are you the White Tiger Guardian God?"
"Hmm?" The old man looked at Qin Yi in surprise, "You know me?"
Qin Yi shook his head.
"Then how do you know it’s me?"
Qin Yi wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, smiling: "Luoshen Mountain is located west of Longxia, and you’re stationed in the west. Besides, how many can walk in the air? It should be Bai Siyin and the others returned safely, asking you to rescue me."
"Smart!" The White Tiger raised his hand, intending to pat Qin Yi’s shoulder again, but stopped midway, awkwardly withdrawing his hand with a smile.
"Then tell me, why didn’t I kill those brats just now?"
Qin Yi smiled: "Firstly, for your status, it’s beneath you to attack juniors. Secondly, you don’t seize other’s chances, wanting to leave their lives to me."
"You kid, you’re really smart. No wonder the Azure Dragon elder values you so much." The White Tiger laughed heartily, looking at Qin Yi with admiration.
"Now tell me, with your cultivation, how did you manage to kill that old dog Zhi Yuanbai?"
Qin Yi smiled wryly: "Can I first regulate my breath and heal? I can’t hold on anymore."
The White Tiger was startled, quickly saying: "Right, I almost forgot you’re still injured, let me help you."
"You’re welcome? If not for you, those kids with you might not have come back. Also, you killed that old dog Zhi Yuanbai, I should be thanking you, sit down quickly."
Qin Yi was puzzled: "Why sit down?"
"Nonsense, of course to help you heal."
Qin Yi’s mouth twitched: "This is the Southern Country, shouldn’t you take me back first?"
"What of the Southern Country, such a small place, you heal with peace of mind, I’d tear whoever dares come."
One must say, among the four Guardian Gods, the White Tiger is the most domineering.