"I didn't want to kill anyone, not today." A cold, spiteful voice echoed, "but..."
The elder of the Serene Cloud sect took a step back, trying to retreat towards Shuyin.
But it was already too late.
"You've really soured my mood." Qingyi's voice rang out, his body turning into a blur and cutting the distance between them in the blink of an eye.
His Qi changed immediately, from the peak of the golden core realm to the iron body realm, falling on the elder and forcing him to stop.
Qingyi didn't even draw his sword. He raised his hands and grabbed the elder's jaw firmly.
"What did you-" The elder's eyes widened in terror, but Qingyi ignored his reaction, strengthening his grip until he felt the bones crack between his fingers.
The elder didn't even have time to scream.
His jaw was crushed in Qingyi's hands, his teeth and bones tearing skin and flesh as they were shredded.
