The Grand Elder lay on the ground, wheezing raggedly. He roared, "Lao Qi, you did well! In my whole life, this is the… most… goddamn…"
"Shut your mouth!"
Qin Li stomped on the Grand Elder's mouth, crushing it and forcing the rest of his words back down his throat.
"Didn't you say you were going to let us leave?"
Qin Li sneered, looking at the fierce-looking Seventh Elder.
"Enough talk! Aren't you going to throw over your weapon?" A flush crept up the Seventh Elder's face as he spoke excitedly. "Her mother's gone, so using her as a substitute is just as well! You slaughtered the people of my Divine Eagle Sect and think you can just walk away? Dream on! You dare talk back, you little beast?"
"Fine, fine, I'll throw it!" Qin Li said with a smile. He gestured with the Blood-Drinking Sword toward the members of the Divine Eagle Sect, who instantly scattered in a panic.
When they saw the sword was still in Qin Li's hand, their faces twisted with humiliation and rage.
