Asura Mad Emperor

After a deep conversation with Qinchuan at the Exquisite Pavilion, Li Zhi had returned, his mind made up about Qinchuan's identity.

Qinchuan's true identity must be that of a reincarnated Great Emperor, or perhaps even a being beyond that!

Thus, he dared not show any neglect or delay in following Qinchuan's instructions.

After the conclusion of the contests in the Heavenly Demon Forest, Li Zhi had promptly taken care of the Taiyuan Royal Family members before hurrying toward the Qin Residence without delay.

When he was still several miles from the Qin Residence,

suddenly, a scarlet aura burst forth from the Qin Residence, a blood-colored killing intent soaring to the heavens, painting the sky above the mansion crimson. Waves of Asura Qi enveloped this realm; it was the oppressive force of limitless rage.

Even though Li Zhi was miles away, at that moment, he felt as if he had plunged into the Purgatory Field of Asura. His heart skipped a beat, and an instinctive fear arose, sending chills down his spine.

It was that familiar sensation that Qinchuan had once experienced within the Exquisite Pavilion.

Then, a giant flaming bird, engulfed in roaring flames, shot up from the Qin Residence, plunging toward the east.

"Damn it! Which blind fool dared to provoke this guy?" Li Zhi inwardly cursed.

"This aura, something must have happened." With no hesitation, Li Zhi moved swiftly, his entire being shooting towards the Qin Residence.

Although Li Zhi did not possess the same innate talent in Martial Arts as Li Shu, being born into the Imperial Family and one of the princes highly regarded by the Royal Family, he had inexhaustible cultivation resources. He had already reached the Sixth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm, and it did not take long for him to arrive at the Qin Residence.

"Young Master Qin..."

When Li Zhi rushed into the Qin Residence, he found the courtyard eerily silent. There was not a sound in the world, dreadfully quiet.

Next, a scream from the direction of the Martial Practice Field shattered the tranquility. The voice was full of fear and agony, as if a ghost had crawled out from the depths of hell, sending shivers down one's spine.

He dashed toward the Martial Practice Field.

The painful and hoarse screams grew louder, like a ghost claiming lives, terrifying and trembling with fright.

When he reached the Martial Practice Field, he was shocked by the sight before him.

Qinchuan stood there, his expression fierce and frightening, his eyes bloodshot with rage and resentment.

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In front of him stood a golden bronze figure, and atop it, a bloody person with an indistinguishable face was fixed in a spread-eagled position on the metal effigy.

With one hand cradling a girl, Qinchuan used the other to hold a dagger, repeatedly cutting into the skin of the person before him, as if to unload all his fury onto this individual.

With each cut, the bloody person let out a painful scream.

With each cut, blood sprayed out, splattering onto Qinchuan.

Qinchuan stood there drenched in blood, holding a girl no older than ten—her body also covered in the pungent red blood.

It was no longer discernible whether the blood belonged to the assassin or someone else.

The skin on the bloody person's body had already been lacerated by Qinchuan; there wasn't a single piece of intact skin left, their face so mangled it was unrecognizable.

A normal person would have fainted from such excruciating torture, but Qinchuan persistently scraped with the knife, while also feeding him the Healing Sacred Medicine to keep him acutely conscious, unable to find the relief of death.

He could only watch helplessly as his skin was sliced open, his flesh stripped away.

The scene was exceedingly bloody and terrifying, and even Li Zhi, accustomed to the Royal Family's penal department's judgments, couldn't help but shudder.

Qinchuan methodically wielded the knife, flesh stripped from the body, piece by piece.

Before long, aside from the head, only a complete skeleton remained on Leng Yi's body, the white bones chillingly exposed without a trace of flesh.

Only Leng Yi's Divine Sense remained, utterly suppressed within his mind by Qinchuan, terrifyingly lucid.

Leng Yi watched with his own eyes as the flesh on his body was sliced off, one cut after another, until only a skeleton remained.

His Divine Sense trembled continuously, and he was afraid. As an assassin, he felt an unprecedented fear and eeriness.

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He also understood why the leader had offered such a high bounty for this task.

At this moment, all he had was endless regret, regretting that he had taken this job, regretting coming to Tianqing City.

"This man is a devil, he is a devil!"

"If I am given another chance, I will definitely not come to Tianqing City again!"

But in the next moment, his consciousness stayed in that instant, his Divine Sense dissipated, and his True Spirit had already been directly crushed by Qinchuan.

At this time, Red Luan also returned, carrying in its mouth an old man with a bloody hole in his stomach and a deathly pale complexion.

That old man was Mo Ying, the very first assassin's True Body, now crippled by Red Luan's destruction of his Qi sea and Golden Pill, unable to cause any more trouble.

"Lock this man up for now, I will come to interrogate him later," he said, and then he entered the Secret Room alone, holding Qin Xiaoyu in his arms.

Just now, Qinchuan had watched as Qin Xiaoyu's small body was struck and sent flying.

In that instant, he abruptly felt a sense of disorientation, as if he had seen that scene from nine lives ago.

In his trance, he saw a beautiful and stunning figure.

That day, she stood in front of him without the slightest hesitation, just as Xiaoyu had done.

Qin Xiaoyu's small and exquisite body overlapped with that beautiful figure, turning into a shadow of blood.

So familiar, heartbreakingly so.

In that moment, Qinchuan felt momentarily possessed by demon, capable of controlling his emotions, but he ultimately chose not to suppress the demon within his heart and allowed himself to indulge.

This led to the scene witnessed by Li Zhi.

Luckily, Qin Xiaoyu possessed the Myriad Laws Treasured Body and, although her Realm was not high, had already begun to harness the power of the Treasured Body, which could immunize her from some Dao Magic injuries.

Furthermore, the assassin's real target was Qinchuan, which meant the blow that struck Xiaoyu was not with his full strength.

Therefore, although Xiaoyu was seriously injured, her life was not in danger. With some time to recover, she would return to normal.

The first thing Qinchuan did after regaining clarity was to heal Qin Xiaoyu's wounds.

Zhou Xi and Li Zhi were aware of Qinchuan's intentions. Li Zhi did not leave; instead, he stayed and personally guarded the door to the Secret Room.

Meanwhile, Red Luan had transformed to the size of a mighty eagle, perching atop the beams of the Mansion, its Divine Sense spread out like a canopy overhead, covering several miles around, ensuring that no more assassins could approach.

It took Qinchuan a full two hours to stabilize Qin Xiaoyu's condition.

After two hours, Qinchuan stepped out with a casual stride, and Zhou Xi and Li Zhi came over to inquire about Xiaoyu's injuries.

Upon hearing that Xiaoyu was out of danger, both of them secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Xi, having made acquaintance with Xiaoyu, genuinely worried for her.

Li Zhi's concern was more for Qinchuan, knowing the terror behind the murderous intent that had surged earlier. If anything had happened to Qin Xiaoyu, it was possible that Qinchuan would turn the world upside down.

At this point, Qinchuan turned to walk towards the room where Mo Ying was held captive. Li Zhi, following behind Qinchuan, naturally understood his intention to press Mo Ying for information and was unsure whether he should follow.

Just as he hesitated, Qinchuan's indifferent voice came through: "Come along, there are some matters I need you to handle!"

Upon hearing this, Li Zhi was overjoyed, knowing that Qinchuan truly regarded him as one of his own, and he hurriedly trotted after him.