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Chapter 401: Just One Move!

"Kid, you've got the guts to deliver this surrender letter, but did it ever occur to you that the boss of the Qifei Group sent you here to die?"

The Demon General slowly stepped out. He realized this couldn't be dragged out any longer; it had to be settled quickly. Otherwise, the morale of his men would completely evaporate, which was unacceptable.

"Sent to die?" The man in the red tracksuit laughed, never taking off his mask. "And how do you know I'm not the boss of the Qifei Group?"

Indeed, this person was Yang Qi. However, he didn't want to be too ostentatious, so he chose to wear a mask to conceal his identity. Of course, those familiar with him—like Lei Qingtian, Lei Tingjun, Lei Yingying, Uncle Sword, Zhao Xiong, Yan Bo, Wang Nantian, and Du Le'an—could definitely recognize him. But it didn't matter if his own people did.

"What? You're the boss of the Qifei Group! No wonder you're wearing a mask!" The Demon General suddenly grew excited. "Perfect! I'll slaughter you right here!"

He was incredibly arrogant and didn't take Yang Qi seriously at all. "The rule is not to kill an envoy during wartime. But since you're the boss of the Qifei Group, it's not going too far for me to kill you."

Cao Shaqing had no intention of stopping him, either. Allowing this man to leave today would be the greatest possible insult to the Thunder Sect.

"Not at all," Yang Qi said, shaking his head. "I already gave you your chance today. Since you refuse to surrender, so be it. Let's fight!"

"You really are arrogant. A single man dares to run wild in my Thunder Sect? Where are your people?" the Demon General demanded.

"I have no one with me. It's just me." Yang Qi knew that very few people could help him with this matter, and he didn't want to owe anyone any favors. So, he intended to resolve this problem alone.

"Everyone, back off!" the Demon General commanded with a wave of his hand.

The crowd quickly dispersed. This was the vast training field outside the Spirit Hall, more than large enough for the two of them to fight. All around, countless people watched Yang Qi and the Demon General with expressions of tension and anger. Many knew how formidable the Demon General was. Was the boss of the Qifei Group really his match?

Lei Yingying was also slightly nervous. Everyone who recognized Yang Qi felt a degree of tension and worry, as they were the ones who knew him best.

"You killed our Young Master, my brothers, and the disciples of our Thunder Sect. Today, this debt must be paid in blood!" the Demon General stared at Yang Qi and said coldly. "After I kill you, I'll see the face behind that mask. You're nothing but a rat who's afraid to show his face!"

"Heh, say what you will," Yang Qi laughed. "I'm just afraid you'll be the one to die first, with no chance to find out who I am!"

"Hahaha! In all of Jingnan Prefecture, no one would dare claim they could guarantee a win against me, the Demon General! Who do you think you are, to be so arrogant?" The Demon General's fury turned to laughter as the black longsword in his hand suddenly sliced through the air. A tangible beam of Sword Qi shot forth from the blade.

"That's because you don't understand that there is always someone stronger." Yang Qi smiled faintly. Raising his right hand, a golden longsword condensed entirely from Spiritual Power appeared in his grasp.

"Break!"

Wielding the Golden Sword, Yang Qi thrust forward, unleashing a Sword Qi of his own. But his beam of energy was several inches wider than the Demon General's and significantly faster.

BANG!

The Sword Qi collided. The Demon General's attack shattered on impact, yet Yang Qi's continued surging forward, unabated, straight toward him.

Seeing this, the Demon General's face filled with shock. This Sword Qi was far more powerful than his own, and it shot toward him with a terrifying, dazzling, and blistering heat. He couldn't dodge. All he could do was brace for impact, raising his black longsword in a desperate hope to block the sharp and fiery golden attack.

"You can't block it," Yang Qi said, shaking his head.

My opponent is merely a seventh-rank Great Grandmaster. I've not only cultivated the Vajra Body Refining Technique to the Ninth Level, achieving the combat power of a ninth-rank Great Grandmaster, but my Immortal Cultivation Realm has also reached the Sixth Layer of the Foundation Establishment Stage. Destroying a seventh-rank Great Grandmaster is easy! What could he possibly use to block this strike?

BANG!

A thunderous explosion echoed as the Sword Qi slammed into the Demon General's black longsword. In that instant, the Demon General felt as if he had been hit by an artillery shell. He was sent flying by the tremendous impact, like a kite with a snapped string, completely unable to control his own body.

That one terrifying strike was simply astonishing! The Demon General crashed violently to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face a mask of disbelief.

Defeated! I actually lost! And so miserably... with just one strike! To think I was planning to go to Kang City alone for revenge... how laughable. That wouldn't be revenge; it would be suicide. The Power General was right to warn us not to go to Kang City. But we stubbornly insisted on seeking revenge, and as a result, we lured this monster here.

Kneeling on one knee, blood streaming from his mouth, the Demon General glared fiercely at Yang Qi, trying to see through the mask. "Who... who are you!"

He couldn't believe it. He had never heard of such an expert in all of Jingnan Prefecture. Who exactly was this boss of the Qifei Group? He was far too terrifying. His combat power would easily rank in the top ten of Jingnan Prefecture, at least among the publicly known figures. The reclusive sects and families were another matter entirely, as no one truly knew how strong they were.

"Who I am isn't important. You only need to know that I am the boss of the Qifei Group. That's enough," Yang Qi said, glancing indifferently at the Demon General. "Now, die."

As his words fell, the Demon General suddenly let out a bloodcurdling scream. His body began to burn as if consumed by a raging fire originating from within. Then, he exploded, turning into nothing but ash.

Everyone was dumbstruck. Dead! The Demon General was dead, just like that. The famously powerful general had been killed so easily. Just how terrifying was the boss of the Qifei Group?

Uncle Sword, hidden in the crowd, was also somewhat surprised. He had been ready to make a move, just as Lin Qingxuan had ordered. He had to protect Yang Qi, even if it meant exposing himself. But now, it seemed unnecessary.

Lei Qingtian, Zhao Xiong, and the others were equally stunned. It seemed that every time they witnessed Yang Qi's power, it shocked them anew. They had thought Yang Qi was no match for the Thunder Sect, but at this moment, they realized they might have been wrong.

With the Demon General dead, the entire field fell into a deathly silence.

Yang Qi's voice, distorted by a changer, spoke, "You've all seen it. This is what happens if you refuse to surrender. My demands are simple. Disband the Thunder Sect. And Cao Shaqing must die!"

This time, the members of the Thunder Sect weren't angry. They were utterly shocked. The Sixteen Elders and three hundred Deacons stood frozen, looking back and forth at one another in sheer astonishment.

Cao Shaqing drew in a sharp breath. So this is why the Power General warned us not to go to Kang City? Not many people could kill the Demon General, and even fewer could do it so easily. Yet this man did it. In a single move!