You Picked the Wrong Guy to Mess With!

After parting ways, Li Guanqi headed south. Following this route, he would definitely pass through Qinzhou City in the future. Yet not long after they separated, Li Guanqi's expression suddenly shifted! With a sway of his body, he vanished instantly into the boundless mountains. However, that faint, elusive aura still lingered! Without another word, Li Guanqi slipped an ancient, austere ring onto his finger. Donning the Rakshasa Ghost Mask, he concealed his form and wove through the mountains. An incense stick's time later, Li Guanqi hid behind a stone cliff, his eyes narrowing slightly. The sword in his hand had also swapped from Red Lotus to Xue Ming. Grasping the scabbard, he slowly peered out. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Three black-robed figures suddenly materialized. "How did his aura vanish? Wasn't it right over here?" "Search! He must be nearby!" "The Sect Master said: bring him back alive, or bring his corpse!" "The Lin family won't make a fuss over a nobody. We can't touch Lin Wujiu, but we can't let the other two get away!" Before the words could even finish echoing, three powerful divine senses swept across a thousand-zhang radius! Li Guanqi's heart sank, cold killing intent flickering in his eyes. Pulling out a jade slip, he said in a low voice, "Qisha, the Tianhua Sword Sect has sent pursuers after us. Be careful!" Soon, a reply came through the jade slip, the voice slowly echoing in Li Guanqi's mind. Amid the whistling wind, faint, intermittent sounds drifted over. "Huff... Clang! Clang!" "You too!" Li Guanqi put away the jade slip and slowly pushed his sword out of its sheath with his right hand. Three sixth-tier Mystic Immortals. It seemed they truly had witnessed him killing Pei Tianchen! "Since you want to kill me, don't blame me for being ruthless..." Buzz! Concealing his presence, Li Guanqi vanished on the spot. Suddenly, one of the black-robed men snapped his head around, whipping his sword across in a backhand slash while bellowing: "He's here!" Immortal charm drifted, yet what met his eyes was a wisp of purple thunderous immortal charm. Clang! The colossal force instantly tore the sword from his grip, shattering his tiger's mouth and numbing his arm into total insensibility. A blood-robed figure crouched low, slashing upward with his blade! "Thunder Wrath!" Squelch! A line of blood sprayed outward, residual lightning crackling over the wound, turning the mangled flesh charred and black. Arm covered in dragon scales, face hidden behind a sinister ghost mask, and a strange aura of power coiling around the sword. In just an instant, the sixth-tier Mystic Immortal was horrified to find the essence blood within him inexplicably draining away! The power inside his body was being madly devoured! "Careful! He's an evil cultivator!" With a pull of his left hand, the disarmed sword flew backward into his grasp. Yet before the sword could even reach his palm, he felt a sudden chill across his shoulder. A sword light blindingly fast, far beyond what the naked eye could track, flashed repeatedly! Any defensive measure proved futile before this sword light... Fast... far too fast... The world spun violently before the black-robed man's eyes, and he saw his own body. His physical form and divine soul were shredded by sword qi. Li Guanqi circulated the Thunder Execution Divine Art, the thunder seed within his nascent soul dantian bursting with dazzling purple light. In an instant, the speed of the immortal primal energy coursing through his body surged once more. Relying on his movement technique, the Rushing Thunder Cloud Step Art, he was already practically invincible! With the momentum of stepping on clouds, when man passes, the clouds stir. Multiple afterimages flickered across the battlefield. Flanking him from the left and right, the two remaining black-robed men couldn't tell where Li Guanqi was at all! Yet right at that moment, Li Guanqi went all out, murmuring softly: "Soul Release: Xue Ming." Screeeech! A clear, resounding sword cry rang out. Li Guanqi's eyes lit up. He felt the immortal primal energy flowing into the Xue Ming Sword grow even more formidable. Amid the flickering sword glare, Li Guanqi moved like a swimming dragon, simultaneously engaging two cultivators of the same realm! Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang! Li Guanqi single-handedly suppressed the two peers, forcing them into a steady retreat! The two reached to retrieve their jade slips, but how could Li Guanqi give them the chance? "Three Swords Realm!" Boom! Three sword lights slashed out in an instant. For a moment, the two felt as if the space beside them was being sheared apart. The space within a hundred-zhang radius formed an invisible barrier. Boom! Thunder-flame flooded the sky, engulfing the two of them. Scorchingly hot fire and lightning infused with destructive power left them overwhelmed and scrambling. Wounds multiplied across their bodies. Yet with his eyes closed, Li Guanqi took the opportunity to immerse himself in feeling the Xue Ming Sword's power. Suddenly! The afterimages vanished, and the two abruptly burst forward, lunging straight at Li Guanqi in the center. Yet the corner of Li Guanqi's mouth curved upward. The Xue Ming Sword trembled faintly, and two slashes cleaving the firmament flashed and disappeared! "Xue Ming: Dao Fall!" Splat! Splat! The two were cleaved into four quarters... Blood gushed, yet the ghost-masked figure remained entirely motionless. Sheathing Xue Ming, the blood-red robe Li Guanqi wore deepened into an even more vivid hue. Beneath the mask, his crimson eyes gleamed with sharp light, his chilled voice slowly ringing out: "Wanted to kill me, did you?" Li Guanqi turned and severed their heads, stringing all three heads together. He slipped off their three storage rings and stowed them away. Li Guanqi scoffed coldly. "Robbery really is the quickest way..." "It's been so many years since I strung human heads. I'm getting a bit rusty." Twisting hemp rope from tree bark, he threaded it through eye sockets, binding one intact head and four halved skulls tightly together. Concealing his form, Li Guanqi sped directly toward the Tianhua Sword Sect! Several hours later, Li Guanqi arrived near Donghua City using a teleportation talisman. Disguising himself, he wandered the city and noticed that the Tianhua Sword Sect was indeed acting unusually today. Ever since they left, numerous figures had been moving in and out of the sect. Li Guanqi narrowed his eyes, murmuring inwardly: "Messing with me, you picked the wrong guy!" Quietly slipping out of Donghua City, he left behind numerous teleportation talismans throughout the wild, desolate mountains. Then, keeping his presence hidden, Li Guanqi crept up outside the Tianhua Sword Sect's mountain gate. Switching into a wicker back basket filled with some splintered firewood, he disguised himself as an old man from the foot of the mountain, leaning on a walking stick as he tottered tremulously toward the main entrance. Under the towering mountain gate's plaque stood only two gate-guarding disciples who had just entered the Mystic Immortal realm. Tianhua Mountain's entire peak had been blasted to pieces by Lin Ruhu's single strike. Countless pavilions and towers had collapsed, and many disciples had been killed or injured. Even from the foot of the mountain, Li Guanqi could faintly hear the clamor from the summit. "Halt! Where did this wretched old fossil come from to make it all the way up to our mountain gate? Scram, and make it quick!" Li Guanqi pretended not to hear; after all, an old man being hard of hearing was only natural. He took two more steps forward, causing one of the disciples to frown. His gaze turned cold, and he reached out, intending to shove Li Guanqi off the cliff. Li Guanqi suddenly looked up and spoke: "Is this... the Tianhua Sword Sect where the immortals live?" The disciple beside him frowned and asked: "Yes. How do you know that?" Li Guanqi unhurriedly set down his basket and replied: "Well... someone asked me to deliver something here." "Hm? Who told you to deliver it? Deliver what?" Bent at the waist, Li Guanqi summoned a thunder-flame giant python that coiled and bound both men, while Xue Ming flashed out in his hand! Sheathing his sword, Li Guanqi took the heads from the basket. In a voice dripping with frost, he said: "Delivering... five heads." As his words fell, he raised his hand and unleashed several arcs of sword qi, pinning the five heads firmly onto the mountain gate!