Qingyi didn't waste much time thinking about Zihao.
The man had targeted him, not his women, and hadn't offended him personally. He'd merely wanted to take revenge on behalf of his master.
Of course, the arrogant young master still deserved his punishment, but as long as he didn't come back begging for death, Qingyi had no interest whatsoever in giving him any more attention.
Sheathing the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword with a crisp click, he returned to the crowd of disciples, a bored expression etched on his face.
If Zihao had unleashed his Qi without restraint, if he had resorted to his most powerful techniques from the start, the outcome would have been quite different.
After forging his body with the Nine Paths of Creation Reversal Art, Qingyi's physical strength had skyrocketed to a level far surpassing even that of Long Wujin himself at the same cultivation realm.
