An Theodore's eyes narrowed menacingly. Though Qi Oliver's displayed strength had exceeded his expectations, Deacon Lin was right—matters between the Young Sect Master (Wei David) and the Meng family must not be made public!
"Qi Oliver, take your own life! Only then will I leave you with an intact corpse!" An Theodore's killing intent burst forth, and the aura of a Grand Master erupted violently.
Qi Oliver's lips curled in a sardonic smile: "Your strength is mediocre, yet you're quite good at putting on airs. With such cultivation, you're probably just an outer sect elder in the Spirit Martial Sect, right?"
An Theodore's face twitched. So what if he was an outer sect elder? An elder was still an elder! How dare this kid look down on him!
"Even with my 'mediocre' cultivation, killing you is more than enough!"
An Theodore let out an angry laugh, and his figure suddenly shot forward like a bolt of lightning. His speed was as swift as a thunderbolt's shadow, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Qi Oliver! With a fist, he channeled all his strength and struck!
"Thunderstorm Fist!"
Seeing that Qi Oliver seemed too slow to react, An Theodore sneered fiercely, and his fist hurtled toward Qi Oliver's chest. In his opinion, the thunderous power of this punch would be enough to shatter Qi Oliver's body into pieces!
Deacon Lin and the other Spirit Martial Sect disciples also wore fierce grins. Once Elder An made a move, this arrogant Qi Oliver would have no choice but to meet his end obediently, wouldn't he?
"You arrogant fool—now you won't even have time to regret it!" Deacon Lin sneered coldly.
Boom!
Just as everyone from the Spirit Martial Sect thought Qi Oliver was doomed, a figure suddenly flew backward violently and crashed into Deacon Lin's group.
"Ah!"
Caught off guard, several people were sent flying by the rapidly retreating figure, their screams merging into a chorus. Deacon Lin reacted somewhat quickly and dodged aside in time, but his face was filled with utter disbelief—the figure flying back was actually Elder An!
"Puff—"
An Theodore, who fell on his back, spat out a long streak of blood. His originally fierce aura was now replaced by a deathly pale face, and his eyes flickered with terror! Just moments ago, his Thunderstorm Fist had been about to land on Qi Oliver, but in that instant, a fist faster than his own smashed fiercely into his abdomen. He had no time to put up any defense before his body was sent flying! His dantian was now in excruciating pain—as if it had shattered!
"You... How dare you shatter my dantian!" An Theodore tremblingly raised a finger and shouted at Qi Oliver in anger.
Deacon Lin's pupils contracted sharply! Elder An's dantian was shattered? Did that mean he was completely crippled? If even Elder An was rendered useless, who among them could match Qi Oliver? A sudden panic surged in Deacon Lin's heart, and he couldn't help but recall Qi Oliver's earlier threat—he would leave only one survivor!
"Qi... Qi Oliver, just you wait! We're leaving now to pass your message to the Young Sect Master (Wei David)!" Deacon Lin shouted hastily, his voice fierce but his heart trembling.
The other Spirit Martial Sect disciples could clearly see that the situation was dire. They quickly formed a formation, protecting the injured An Theodore and the unconscious Deacon Sun in the center, but fear was unmistakable on every face.
"What are you all standing around for? Hurry up and help Elder An up! His injuries are critical—he must return to the sect for treatment immediately!" Deacon Lin snapped at the disciples. He was furious inside—you fools! Why aren't you hurrying to escape instead of forming this useless formation? With your cultivation, can you really protect this useless old man An Theodore?
The disciples finally came to their senses and hurried to help An Theodore, who did not resist. Pride was trivial; his life mattered more...
"Did I tell you you could leave?" A cold, indifferent voice cut through the air like biting ice, piercing Deacon Lin and the others' ears.
"Qi Oliver, Elder An is already injured like this—what more do you want! I warn you, the strength of our sect is far beyond what you can provoke! Even if you can escape, your Qi family won't be able to!" Deacon Lin's heart was pounding with fear, but he forced a calm expression and shouted angrily.
Qi Oliver shook his head and mocked: "I never thought people from the Spirit Martial Sect would be so spineless. But since you ignored my advice and attacked me twice, I can't let you leave alive anymore."
As he spoke, Qi Oliver took a step forward and walked slowly toward Deacon Lin's group.
An Theodore, Deacon Lin, and the others' pupils contracted in shock! Did Qi Oliver really dare to kill all of them? Was this kid out of his mind? They represented the Spirit Martial Sect!
"Qi Oliver! I advise you not to court death! If you dare to kill even one person from our sect, the Spirit Martial Sect will never—"
Puff!
Before An Theodore could finish his angry threat, a flash of sword light streaked across. Deacon Lin's eyes bulged as he felt a sharp pain in his throat... Immediately afterward, he saw a spray of blood gush out in front of him...
"Elder! He... He killed Deacon Lin!"
"Elder, what do we do now!"
"Stop wasting time! Hurry up and help me escape! This kid is crazy!"
An Theodore shouted in panic. If his injuries hadn't been so severe, he would have fled on his own long ago.
Qi Oliver sneered coldly, grabbed his sword, and charged forward in a flash. Swords flashed, and screams echoed one after another!
Swish!
A sharp sword edge pressed against the neck of the only remaining survivor. Everyone else, including An Theodore, had already fallen into a pool of blood.
Thud!
Overwhelmed by the fear of death, the Spirit Martial Sect disciple's legs gave way, and he collapsed to his knees, begging for mercy frantically: "Don't kill me! I... I'm just an ordinary outer sect disciple who only joined the Spirit Martial Sect a few days ago..."
"Only joined a few days ago, yet you already have the cultivation of a Martial Artist Second Rank—your talent is quite impressive!" Qi Oliver said indifferently.
"Cough... I was so scared just now that I misspoke. It's been a few years since I joined the Spirit Martial Sect..." the young disciple quickly explained.
Qi Oliver said coldly: "Did you remember the message I want you to pass on?"
The young disciple nodded hastily: "I remembered everything! When I get back, I'll definitely tell the Young Sect Master (Wei David) to send you the Spirit Key!"
"Good that you remembered. Scram!" Qi Oliver sheathed his sword and said coldly. He knew the young disciple would not be as honest when he returned, but as long as his message reached Wei David, it would be enough. Although the Spirit Martial Sect was powerful, he would not let anyone take what belonged to him!
The young disciple was overjoyed at being spared. Who would have thought that among the group, he—the one with the lowest cultivation—would be the one to survive! He immediately got up and fled the Qi residence in a hurry.
"Someone, come and dispose of these bodies."
After collecting An Theodore and the others' storage rings, Qi Oliver sent a voice transmission to the backyard. When the servants of the Qi residence rushed over, they were all overjoyed.
"Master is amazing! These people looked so fierce, but who knew they'd die so quickly!"
"Who are these people anyway?"
"Who cares—they're all dead now. Just drag them out and throw them into the mountains!"
As the bodies of the Spirit Martial Sect members were dragged out of the Qi residence on a cart, several spies hiding around the Qi residence hurried back to report the news to their respective masters. The Meng family's property was a huge "piece of fat," and there were certainly no shortage of people eyeing it.