"I-impossible!" Zhenyu fell on his butt, his eyes wide with terror as Qingyi's murderous intent fell on them.
The other two tried to react, but all it took was a single movement from Qingyi and two bloody heads rolled across the floor.
"Ah... do you know what your mistake was?" Qingyi knelt down in front of Zhenyu.
"I-I'm sorry, I made a mistake by attacking you, I promise you that-" Zhenyu's words were interrupted by a powerful punch, which smashed his nose in an explosion of blood.
"That too, but not just that." This time, it was Qingyi who smiled as Zhenyu coughed up blood.
"You, unfortunately, were born into the wrong family of bastards."
Qingyi pressed the heaven-defying thunder sword against Zhenyu's feet, his lightning sword Qi flowing to the sharp tip and then into the young master's skin, destroying everything it touched.
"Now... what do you say you answer a few questions for me?" Qingyi asked.
