The Guangling Fire burned for several hours.
During these hours, Ming Qi remained suspended in mid-air. He didn't kill Yan Dongliu outright, but instead allowed him to witness Guangling City's complete reduction to ash, until it ceased to exist.
Yan Dongliu was completely stunned, his eyes blank. The overwhelming flames enveloped Guangling City, and from beginning to end, no one was able to escape the inferno. The strange flames contained immense power, and anyone who came into contact with them was almost instantly killed!
"Master Yan, how do you feel?"
Ming Qi's anger subsided slightly, and he looked at Yan Dongliu with amusement.
"I'm a man of revenge. If you had repeatedly attacked me while I was away from the sect, I might have spared the lives of millions of people in Guangling City. But you chose not to do so, so you are the true culprit in their deaths!"
Ming Qi grabbed the vacant Yan Dongliu and threw him directly into the Divine Atlas.
"I won't let you die so easily. I want you to witness everything I say!"
The Wuxiang Boy in the Divine Atlas had already prepared a position for Yan Dongliu. From this position, he could clearly see everything happening around him, but he could only watch; he couldn't even speak.
"Let's go!"
Ming Qi stepped into the void, covering a hundred miles in an instant. It wasn't long before he was back at Qiankun Mountain.
One man decimated the entire city, wiping out the Yan family of Guangling!
This news spread throughout Xilan Province in just half a day, striking fear into the hearts of countless sects, both large and small. Immediately, numerous masters fled their retreats and headed for Xiongfeng City, denouncing Ming Qi's brutal and rebellious actions and hoping that Xiongfeng City would intervene and completely suppress this demon.
Among these individuals, undoubtedly the most active were those who had participated in the siege of Qiankun Mountain that day. They had all joined forces with Yan Dongliu. Since the Yan family of Guangling had been massacred, they could not escape Ming Qi's retribution. The Chi Mansion, one of the Seven Prefectures, had been wiped out in a flash. What resistance could they offer?
As for Chief Chancellor Mu Feiyun, he was already somewhat bewildered. Two Martial Emperor-level powerhouses were more than he could handle, not to mention that Xiongfeng City had been implicated in the events of that day. Although capturing the Celestial Clan had offered significant benefits, it had ultimately failed, leading to such a disaster. Once Ming Qi's wrath reached him, who could withstand it?
Should we really ask for help from the Divine Realm?
Mu Feiyun pondered over it, and finally decided to send a distress signal to the Divine Realm.
The demonic leader of Xilan was wreaking havoc, devastating countless lives. This seemed like a good excuse.
At night on Qiankun Mountain, the first day of hunting finally came to an end, and all those who had gone out returned.
Ming Qi gathered them together, briefly inquiring about the situation and giving a few instructions, that was all.
The night on Qiankun Mountain was incredibly quiet, but perhaps the entire Xilan Province would never find such peace again.
At dawn, everyone set out from Qiankun Mountain again, heading to various locations in Xilan Province.
The desire to kill continued to grow. Even though Guangling City was on fire, Ming Qi found that the rage within him had not subsided, and it still burned.
The next day, Ming Qi chose a familiar location: the Bikong Mountains, the Biyou Sect.
As the place where he first embarked on his journey, Ming Qi has always held a special affection for the Biyou Sect. Recalling every moment he spent in Tianqi Courtyard, he feels a warm warmth. Despite the vicissitudes of life and the passage of decades, the promise and friendship of the past remain unchanged.
Of course, Ming Qi will never forget everything the Biyou Sect has done for him; he is a man who distinguishes gratitude from resentment.
The two stood in the breeze, overlooking the Biyou Sect's mountain gate below.
"Such a small sect, why bother coming here in person? Let them take action."
Xing Yun had originally expected this place to be a powerful sect, but she hadn't expected it to be so small, lacking even a single Martial Saint cultivator. Even Da Hei could easily take down such a sect.
"This is my old sect," Ming Qi replied calmly, then descended towards the Tianqi Courtyard of the Biyou Sect.
Xing Yun was stunned, but she didn't ask why, and followed quietly.
Ming Qi restrained his aura and descended directly into Tianqi Courtyard.
As soon as the two landed, people from all over Tianqi Academy rushed over.
Ming Qi took a quick look and noticed that most of them were new faces. They were probably disciples who had joined the Biyou Sect after he left.
"Who are you, trespassing into Tianqi Academy? Explain your intentions immediately!"
A young disciple shouted in a deep voice.
"Where is Mo Qingchen? Or Meng Junyi? Go and tell them that an old friend is visiting."
"How dare you! You're just calling Elder Mo by name. And Senior Brother Meng has important matters to attend to. How could he have the time to see you? Leave immediately, or don't blame us for being ruthless!"
"Huh?"
Ming Qi's eyes flickered coldly. "The disciples of Tianqi Academy are becoming increasingly undisciplined."
"Looking for death!"
Seemingly enraged, the surrounding Tianqi Academy disciples drew their weapons and charged forward.
Ming Qi stood still, only to flick his sleeves slightly, and a dozen aggressive Tianqi Academy disciples flew out like kites with their strings cut, crashing heavily to the ground.
"Where did you come from, you weirdo? How dare you run wild in Tianqi Academy? I'll teach you a lesson!"
Just then, a slightly childish voice rang out from the distance, followed by a handsome young man, about eleven or twelve, wielding a spear.
When the young man was still a few steps away from Ming Qi, he exhaled and swung his spear, a flash of light emanating. While the power was insignificant in Ming Qi's eyes, the artistic conception was quite remarkable.
In the blink of an eye, the spear's tip was within three steps of Ming Qi.
Ming Qi raised his hand and gently grasped the tip.
The young man was delighted to see that this man had grasped the spear's tip. Just as he was about to exert force, he suddenly realized that the spear had inexplicably slipped into the enemy's hands!
The young man was startled, flinching, and stepped back several steps, watching Ming Qi warily.
"Little kid, this is how you use a gun."
Ming Qi flicked his fingers, and the spear suddenly came alive. He gripped the spear with both hands and gently pointed it at the ground in front of him. There was no sign of energy leaking out, but the ground where the spear tip pointed instantly cracked, creating a gully a foot wide and over ten meters long, sending dust flying everywhere.
The young man's mouth dropped open in surprise, completely stunned.
This shot was completely beyond his comprehension.
"What's going on? Why is there so much noise?"
At that moment, a hoarse, low voice echoed in the distance. Ming Qi looked up and saw a woman slowly approaching.
The woman's face was pale, her steps were light, and she looked very frail. When she saw Ming Qi standing there, she froze.
"Senior Sister Oona, it's me."
Ming Qi dropped the spear and quickly walked over.