Chapter 1768
Our Discord Server: https://discord.gg/PazjBDkTmW
After Qi Zhenzhong spoke, many nodded in agreement.
Qi Zhenzhong continued： “It”s highly likely that the more we kill, the stronger and more numerous the Blood Rune people become！”
”We weaken while they grow. Dragging this out will only lead us to certain death！”
The members of the Qi family looked even more grim.
”Patriarch, what should we do？” A reckless realm expert from the Qi family asked with a worried expression.
One or two hundred people had gathered here.
Now, the number of survivors might not even reach fifty！
If this continues, everyone might die here.
Qi Zhenzhong also had no solution at all.
The exit truly couldn’t be found, and the stone walls here were all marked with bloody rune restrictions, turning the place into a completely sealed space with no way out.
”Who exactly is scheming against us？”
Qi Zhenshan snorted. “Along the way, Yu Feiyun disappeared… Zhao Tianhe is missing… It’s all very strange.”
”Perhaps someone has been following us from the very beginning, and their strength must surely be at the late-stage or even peak-level of the Star-Plucking Realm.”
Qi Zhenzhong frowned slightly.
He truly hadn’t noticed anyone following them.
But his third brother’s words made sense.
As the group spoke, one blood-marked figure after another emerged from the thick fog.
This time, the leader was no longer at the peak-level of the Star-Plucking Realm but… at the Great Perfection level of the Star-Plucking Realm.
Beside that Great Perfection-level blood-marked figure, there were three or four others at the Perfection or peak-level of the Star-Plucking Realm.
They had grown weaker.
But their opponents had grown stronger.
Qi Zhenzhong’s face turned pale in an instant.
Swish, swish, swish…
Numerous Blood Vein figures charged forward without hesitation.
Qi Zhenzhong and the others were forced to fight once again.
Boom… rumble…
Explosions erupted continuously within the secret passage, echoing relentlessly.
One by one, Qi family warriors beside Qi Zhenzhong fell.
Blood stained the ground red.
And now.
Qi Zhenshan, at the late-stage Star Plucking Realm, fought with all his might against a peak-level Blood Vein figure.
But suddenly.
From the side.
A chilling sword aura whistled through the air, aiming straight at the staggering Qi Zhenshan.
The terrifying sword energy, like an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, instantly reached Qi Zhenshan’s back. The sounds of ‘puchi, puchi’ rang out as Qi Zhenshan, unable to defend in time, had his back torn open by the sword energy, blood spurting out.
”You bastard, who are you？”
Qi Zhenshan turned and threw a fierce punch.
The hidden assailant retreated, refusing to engage directly.
Soon, the peak-level Blood Vein figure before Qi Zhenshan pressed forward again.
Qi Zhenshan had no time to worry about anything else and could only continue fighting.
But soon, the hidden figure seized another moment when Qi Zhenshan was in disarray and struck again with a sword.
A sword strike.
The roaring flames of sword qi devoured one of Qi Zhenshan’s arms.
”Ah…”
A scream rang out.
Clutching the wound of his severed arm, Qi Zhenshan turned deathly pale. Under the relentless assault of the blood-marked warriors, he soon faltered, his body accumulating more and more wounds.
Boom！！！
Suddenly.
A fist attack came crashing down, and Qi Zhenshan could no longer hold on. His body tumbled to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth in large spurts.
The next moment, a sword hovered at his throat.
Lying on the ground, Qi Zhenshan breathed weakly, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at the figure standing right before him.
”It’s you！ Ye…”
A squelching sound.
Qi Zhenshan’s head flew high into the air.
Until his death, the third most important figure of the Qi family couldn’t comprehend why Ye Wushuang would appear here.
But it wasn’t over yet.
With Qi Zhenshan dead, Qi Zhentian and Qi Zhenzhong were also in dire straits.
One by one, the remaining Star-Snatcher Realm experts of the Qi family were slaughtered.
Gradually.
Only six Qi family warriors remained gathered around Qi Zhenzhong and Qi Zhentian.
The eight of them huddled together, watching as over a hundred blood-marked figures closed in from all sides, their faces utterly despairing.
Who could have imagined that the people of the Qi, Zhao, and Yu families would still be here, trapped and slaughtered to the last！
Qi Zhenzhong was covered in blood—some from his own clansmen, some splattered from the slain blood-marked figures.
”Who！！！”
Qi Zhenzhong’s face darkened as he gripped his spirit weapon, glaring into the surrounding mist and shouting, “You’ve driven us to this point—won’t you even show yourself？”
Qi Zhenzhong was truly cornered with no way out.
A full twenty-plus Star-Shattering Realm experts—half of the Qi family’s foundation—were now dead or wounded.
And yet, he hadn’t even seen his enemy’s face.
Just who had schemed against them！
As Qi Zhenzhong’s words fell.
The thick fog ahead gradually parted, revealing a path.
At the end of the path stood a green-robed youth holding a long sword.
The youth appeared to be around eighteen or nineteen, his green robes stained with blood, his long hair slightly disheveled.
Yet his posture was straight, and though his frame seemed somewhat slender, it carried an unyielding, indomitable aura.
The handsome face was stained with some blood, making the young man look extraordinarily dashing yet with a hint of ferocity at this moment.
When Qi Zhenzhong, Qi Zhentian, and the others laid their eyes on the young man, they stood rooted to the spot, utterly dumbfounded.
”It’s actually you！！！”
Qi Zhenzhong’s voice trembled slightly as he pointed at the green-robed young man ahead, his gaze filled with astonishment.
