My husband Can Cultivate

Chapter 402: 402

"Cao Shaqing, for the sake of everyone in the Thunder Sect, I suggest you submit to justice. Your death will resolve this grudge!"

Today, Yang Qi didn't want to see too much blood, but he had to make an example of someone. He had to let everyone know that Kang City was not to be trifled with.

He chose not to use his own identity, acting instead as the owner of the Qifei Group. One reason was to cultivate an aura of mystery; after all, humans have always feared the unknown. Another reason was to prevent the name "Yang Qi" from becoming too notorious. Otherwise, the number of people looking for trouble with him would likely skyrocket.

Everyone thought the owner of the Qifei Group was unbelievably arrogant. A short while ago, they had looked at him with disdain. However, after Yang Qi killed the Demon General, none of them dared to mock him. In all of Jingnan Prefecture, there were very few who could slay a Demon General in a single move. Now, this person was claiming he would kill Cao Shaqing.

Could he actually succeed?

It had been a long time since Cao Shaqing had last fought. No one knew if he had grown stronger or weaker in the intervening years. But one thing was certain: twenty years ago, Cao Shaqing was already a Seventh Rank Great Grandmaster. Under normal circumstances, he should have only grown more powerful since then.

"This guy is far too arrogant!"

"He actually said he's going to kill the Sect Master!"

"The Sect Master's Combat Power is in a different league from the Demon General's. Does he really think killing a Demon General means he can kill the Sect Master? I doubt it."

The members of the Thunder Sect were in disbelief, as were many of the onlookers. However, the spectators kept their thoughts to themselves. They enjoyed the show but had no desire to be dragged into the conflict, lest they get caught in the crossfire.

"I'm right here. If you want to kill me, come and try!" Cao Shaqing shouted, staring at Yang Qi. Although he acknowledged Yang Qi's strength, he still didn't see him as a true threat. He could also kill a Demon General in a single move. It wasn't that impressive.

After all, I'm already a Ninth Rank Great Grandmaster, the very pinnacle of the realm! That's not a level just anyone can reach. I refuse to believe he has. Judging by his voice and movements, he can't be that old. This Qifei Group owner is probably in his forties at most.

"Then, here I come!" Yang Qi said as he started walking toward Cao Shaqing.

Suddenly, a wall of people appeared before him—the three hundred Deacons. This was the Thunder Sect. Others might hesitate to act, but these three hundred could not. They were all high-ranking members who had received immense benefits from the sect. If they failed to act now, their reputations would be ruined.

"Kill!"

The three hundred Deacons attacked Yang Qi in unison. They knew that one-on-one, they stood no chance. Their only hope was to overwhelm him together.

Yang Qi bent down and picked up the Demon General's Black Sword.

What a magnificent blade! Compared to the Golden Sword from my Alchemy Blade skill, this Black Sword is far more useful and durable for now. Even though it isn't a Magic Artifact, in the hands of a sword master, it's exceptionally deadly.

At that moment, Yang Qi moved. He lunged toward the nearest deacon.

SWISH!

A black streak of light flashed by, and the deacon's body suddenly stiffened as if paralyzed. The weapon in his hand clattered to the ground. He desperately clutched his throat, where a thin, red line had appeared. It seemed that even at the moment of his death, he couldn't believe he had been struck. It was simply inconceivable.

"I've said it before: the moment you decide to attack me, you must be prepared to die," Yang Qi's voice was cold and murderous. "If you don't want to die, then get lost!"

BANG!

The deacon collapsed, struggled for a few seconds, and then went still.

"Don't be afraid!" a deacon yelled. "He's only one man! Are all of us really going to be afraid of one person? Once he's exhausted, we can finish him!"

"You're right," Yang Qi said with a smile. "But who's going to die first? How about you?"

He flicked his hand, and a cold glint shot out as he unleashed a Magic Artifact. The deacon who had just shouted was pierced through the throat, dying instantly.

When fighting against many opponents, managing one's stamina and Spiritual Power was paramount. For this reason, Yang Qi had come well-prepared.

"Run!" one deacon shrieked, turning to flee for his life.

But he had barely taken two steps before a flaming blade decapitated him, sending him to hell.

It was the Fire General. "Anyone who dares to run will be killed without mercy!" his voice was ice-cold.

Of the Six Generals, he was the only one left. His mood was abysmal, and he was seething with rage.

"Get him!"

"Kill!"

The remaining deacons had no choice. Fleeing meant death, but so did staying. They were better off fighting. After all, in their eyes, this masked owner of the Qifei Group was probably weaker than the Fire General, to say nothing of their Sect Leader.

The deacons charged at Yang Qi once more.

Yang Qi shook his head. "So incorrigible!"

He suddenly slammed his left hand onto the ground. A terrifying wave of lightning erupted, spreading outward in a circle. The deacons were almost all electrocuted at once. While the current wasn't strong enough to be lethal, it left them momentarily paralyzed.

Seizing the opportunity, Yang Qi charged into the crowd with the Black Sword in hand, moving like a dancing black phantom. The sword swept through the paralyzed men, igniting five-colored flames that seemed to dance in the air.

Screams erupted. More than a dozen deacons fell to the ground, each with a burning slash across their throat.

Without pausing, Yang Qi launched another attack. His sword pierced forward, impaling four men through the throat at once before they burst into brilliant, flower-like flames. He was like a reaper harvesting the lives of his enemies. The deacons fell in swathes like fields of wheat.

It was a complete rout. This was the power of Yang Qi now.

The deacons of the Thunder Sect could no longer stop him. The few attacks that managed to land on him were deflected by his Stone Armor Technique, leaving him completely unharmed.

The battle started quickly and ended just as fast.

In the end, many ignored the Fire General's threats and fled. Even the Fire General couldn't possibly kill them all in an instant. And just like that, the battle came to a halt. The deacons were practically wiped out; they were either dead or had fled.

The sixteen elders wore grim expressions. They were stronger than the deacons, but not by much, and they were certainly no match for the Six Generals. At this moment, with the exception of the Great Elder, they were all scared witless and dared not make a move.

"I thought this would be a one-sided battle. Who would have thought that one person could completely change the outcome? Who in the world is this owner of the Qifei Group? How can he be this powerful?"

Many people in the crowd had the same questions, and they all desperately wanted an answer, but they were completely baffled.

"Now, it's your turn," Yang Qi said, his slow advance toward Cao Shaqing never wavering.

Today, his only target was Cao Shaqing. But if anyone else dared to stand in his way, he would not show them any mercy.