Qin Yi looked at his two clones and laughed, "Six opponents, two each, let's see who finishes first."

The two clones nodded simultaneously.

For them, Qin Yi's words were irreversible orders. Although they possessed ninety percent of Qin Yi's combat power, they were just clones, and everything must defer to Qin Yi himself.

"It's your first time striking, I'll let the two of you pick first," Qin Yi said with a smile.

The red-clad Qin Yi's eyes were filled with a bizarre charm as he glanced at the six opponents and casually singled out two.

The purple-clad Qin Yi immediately picked another two.

That left two for Qin Yi himself, one was Long Dong, the other's name unknown.

Long Dong and the others looked as gloomy as if their parents had died. They had all survived two Heavenly Tribulations and their cultivation was sufficient to establish a sect of their own, yet here they were, picked out like vegetables in a market.

With a snap of his fingers, Qin Yi commanded, "Go!"

The three Qin Yis simultaneously launched into action.

"All of us together, fight to survive, do not hide your skills," Long Dong shouted.

The others naturally understood this as well.

Six of them attacked simultaneously, Sword Qi interweaving, shrieking through the air.

The trio of Qin Yis counter-attacked, their terrifying Fist Light converged into a sea, directly destroying the incoming Sword Qi. Unrelenting, the fists forcibly separated the six.

Qin Yi pounced toward Long Dong, raising his fist to strike with overwhelming force.

Long Dong's expression was heavy, his gaze full of dread; they had personally witnessed Qin Yi's might and dared not underestimate him the least bit. Underestimating Qin Yi was a perilous prospect indeed.

Long Dong looked at the person next to him and said gravely, "Attack, eliminate him without holding back."

The two surrounded by Sword Qi, dense Sword Qi formed into two Sword Dragons, which shot explosively toward Qin Yi.

Qin Yi sneered and defended with his fists without any extra motions.

"Boom!"

The terrifying Fist Light, like an Evil Dragon, charged toward the pair.

In mid-air, the Fist Light collided with the two Sword Dragons, causing a horrific explosion that crackled the ground below.

The two Sword Sects were shredded by the Fist Light, Long Dong and the other person groaned and were forced to retreat continuously.

Qin Yi smirked, "If that's all you can do, you might as well stick your necks out and save everyone's time."

With those words, he moved like a stream of light, rushing toward the pair like a rainbow, fists raised for attack.

The Fist Marks shot from his fists, growing violently in the wind, targeting the two.

Long Dong directed his fingers like a sword, unleashing a terrifying Sword Qi, intending to explode the Fist Mark. Yet with a bang, the Sword Qi was shattered by the Fist Mark, unleashing a horrific wave that sent Long Dong flying and spitting a mouthful of blood.

The other person did not attack, but defended. Dense Sword Qi swirled around him like a protective wall.

"Boom!"

The Fist Mark struck the swirling Sword Qi, detonating explosively, shattering the dense Sword Qi. With a muffled grunt, the individual was sent flying, coughing up blood heavily.

Qin Yi sneered, in the face of absolute strength, all resistance is in vain.

His figure flashed, attacking like streaming light, pursuing the flying figure closely, with three Fist Marks bursting from his fists, layering and amplifying the power.

The opponent shrieked in horror, face full of terror, slashing out several terrifying Sword Qi.

"Boom boom...!"

The multiple Sword Qi were shattered instantly upon contact with the trio of Fist Marks, which layered and exploded upon the opponent, wreaking havoc with terrifying momentum.

Before they could even scream, their entire body was twisted into a grotesque shape, bones breaking, muscles severed, organs forcibly destroyed, falling hundreds of meters away, lifeless before reaching the ground.

Long Dong shivered at the sight, wishing to save his ally, but Qin Yi was too swift to offer any opportunity. And even if he had acted, it would have been futile. Long Dong's very bones chilled with dread, his mind urged retreat.

"Boom!"

A huge explosion sounded beside him, cracks spread all the way to Qin Yi's feet.

Qin Yi turned his gaze, seeing the red-clad clone strike with the God Slaying Blade, severing a man's arm.

"Boom!"

A painful scream, followed by a battered figure coughing blood, flying across.

Turning his gaze, Qin Yi saw the purple-clad clone using Clone Shadow Technique, attacking from the east and west with a punch that left another person severely injured, bones broken and unable to stand.

Qin Yi's mouth curled slightly; though these two were his clones, their personalities were radically different.

The red-clad clone's demeanor was bizarre, hair wildly dancing, his moves were killing strokes. This aspect completely inherited Qin Yi's decisiveness in slaughter and dominance.

The purple-clad clone remained composed and calm, his demeanor unchanged throughout, adept at observation and adaptability, inheriting Qin Yi's wisdom.

Qin Yi lifted his gaze toward Long Dong.

Long Dong's face turned pale, expression ashen, his hand raised a terrifying Sword Qi shooting toward Qin Yi.

Qin Yi sneered and avoided it with a flash, letting the Sword Qi create a pit in the ground.

Having released the Sword Qi, Long Dong immediately turned to flee, like a dog without a home, running for dear life. That sword was merely a diversion to buy time to escape.

However, Qin Yi had long seen through his intention, sidestepping Long Dong's Sword Qi to block his escape route first.

"Earlier, you spoke with such vigor, I thought you were a courageous man. Who knew you were just a craven coward," Qin Yi scoffed.

Long Dong fixed his eyes heavily on Qin Yi, "Qin Yi, spare me, I will surely repay you in the future."

Qin Yi sneered, "Spare you today, and tomorrow you might seek to strike me instead, am I wrong?"

"Have no illusions, once you took hostile action against me, you set foot into Hell. I've never tolerated anyone with malice towards me."

With that, the ground beneath Qin Yi exploded, his figure soared, then dove toward Long Dong.

Before reaching, he raised a hand in a strike.

A purple handprint expanded fiercely in the wind, growing to the size of a door slab, incredibly swift.

Long Dong roared in anger, gathering Sword Qi, slashed at the handprint.

"Boom!"

The storm surged, earth split open.

Long Dong's Sword Qi was shattered, the massive handprint pinned him to the ground, a wave of dust and earth swept over.

Qin Yi raised his hand, a violent wind arose, scattering the dust.

Long Dong found himself almost reduced to a pile of mud, unable to escape the fate of being destroyed by the sword.

Qin Yi gazed up at the red-clad Qin Yi, watching as he flared his wings, streaking like a red light. Then, with a puff, a head flew off—the Qi Refiner who had lost an arm earlier was now beheaded.

Having slain one, the red-clad clone hesitated not, flaring his wings to aggressively attack another.

This guy's combat style was indeed wild, ruthless and fierce, exactly like Qin Yi himself.

Qin Yi's gaze fell on the beheaded corpse, which hadn't collapsed yet, its severed neck gushing a fountain of blood.