Qin Yi couldn't help feeling a bit more respect for Yue Liuzhi; at the very least, this man had a broad mind and could tolerate things others couldn't. An average person being played with like this would've started cursing their head off long ago.

Yue Liuzhi laughed. "Come, continue."

Qin Yi gave a slight nod, then suddenly spun around, blasting out a punch. With a bang, a Longsword condensed from air was shattered by that one punch.

Yue Liuzhi's hands formed a seal.

In an instant, all kinds of weapons condensed from air—saber, spear, sword, halberd, axe, tomahawk, hook, fork—came flying at Qin Yi from all directions.

Qin Yi neither dodged nor retreated, his fists pouring out like a storm.

"Boom, boom…!"

A pair of fists like Purple Crystal Stone, indestructible; all incoming weapons were smashed to pieces.

All of a sudden, Qin Yi stomped down hard with his foot. With a loud bang, the ground exploded and he shot up into midair.

A wicked smile appeared on Yue Liuzhi's face. Qin Yi, however, broke out in a cold sweat, because a backward-facing spike condensed from air suddenly shot out from the ground. If he hadn't reacted fast enough, his chrysanthemum would've been in shreds and the floor full of injuries.

He glared furiously at Yue Liuzhi. This old man was really damn sinister.

"Young friend Qin Yi's reactions really aren't ordinary."

Qin Yi rolled his eyes. Like he dared be slow—if he was slow, his chrysanthemum wouldn't survive.

After this bout, Qin Yi's foundation had settled.

"Senior, be careful, take one move from me."

Qin Yi formed a seal with one hand.

"Boom!"

The God Slaying Blade, a Purple Giant Blade tens of meters long, chopped straight down toward Yue Liuzhi.

Yue Liuzhi's expression changed slightly; layers of Qi walls condensed above his head.

"Boom, boom…!"

Yue Liuzhi had underestimated the power of the Purple Giant Blade. Over a dozen Qi walls were cleaved straight through. The ground beneath his feet exploded; his whole body darted out like a ghost. A deafening crash followed, rubble flew, and a terrifying fissure was carved into the floor by the Purple Giant Blade.

Before Yue Liuzhi could steady himself, Qin Yi's figure flickered and appeared right in front of him, fist already swinging.

Qi surged all around Yue Liuzhi as he clashed with Qin Yi, fists and feet flying, shaking the mountain and cracking the earth.

"Bang!"

Fist and palm collided, force blasting out wildly, and one figure was sent flying backward.

It was Yue Liuzhi. His back slammed into the wall before he stopped. His right arm trembled uncontrollably, the tiger's mouth of his hand split open, blood seeping out in streams.

"Senior, you alright?" Qin Yi asked, a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Yue Liuzhi hid his right hand behind his back and shook his head. "I'm fine. With just that bit of Cultivation, how could you possibly do anything to this old man?"

Qin Yi smiled. "Almost there. Thank you for your help, Senior. I should head to the fourth floor now."

Yue Liuzhi's face turned serious. "Qin Yi, don't be hasty. The fourth floor is different from the third. I've challenged the fourth floor several times and always came back defeated, but I've gathered some experience. I'll tell you slowly."

Qin Yi was slightly stunned, then nodded. He wouldn't look down on the fourth floor's Tower Master just because he'd broken through. Know yourself and know your enemy, and you'll never lose a hundred battles. If he could take down the fourth floor Tower Master at the smallest cost, he wouldn't refuse.

Yue Liuzhi laid out every detail of the fourth floor and the things Qin Yi needed to pay attention to.

"Qin Yi, once you're on the fourth floor, remember this—don't engage him in close-quarters combat. Jin Shufeng's whole body is tempered through Horizontal Training; in close combat, he almost never meets an equal."

Yue Liuzhi exhorted him; Jin Shufeng was the Tower Master of the fourth floor.

Qin Yi gave a slight nod, but the blood in his body was boiling. Jin Shufeng's whole body trained through Horizontal Training was exactly what he needed right now. To be honest, Yue Liuzhi's Cultivation was decent, but only just decent, and since the two of them weren't enemies, he couldn't fight full out in their spar.

Qin Yi now needed a good whetstone to help him completely stabilize his foundation. This Jin Shufeng was a pretty good whetstone.

"Senior, once I rescue Bingbing and come back down, I'll drink with you."

Yue Liuzhi nodded slightly. "Alright, I'll warm the wine and wait for you."

"Senior, I'll take my leave!"

"Qin Yi, you must be careful!"

Qin Yi nodded repeatedly, walked into the depths of the third floor, stepped onto the stone steps, and headed for the fourth floor.

With a rumble, the Stone Gate opened. Qin Yi walked in, and the Stone Gate closed.

Yue Liuzhi withdrew his gaze and prayed that all would go smoothly for Qin Yi.

Then, he turned and walked to the stone window, speaking out: "Qin Yi challenges the third floor of the Sin Tower—victory."

Just that one short sentence was enough to stir up a tidal wave outside, setting off an uproar.

Those in the know, like Xiao Jian and the others, only smiled faintly.

Those who didn't know turned pale with fright. This Qin Yi was way too brutal.

...

Qin Yi stepped into the fourth floor. He didn't even need to look around much; every floor of this Sin Tower was constructed about the same. Aside from stone, it was stone pillars—gray and gloomy, cold and icy. He really didn't know how these Tower Masters managed to stay here. It was way too much of a test of one's temperament.

"Thud, thud, thud…!"

Dull footsteps rang out, and the floor trembled.

Qin Yi didn't extend his Divine Thought, merely stared intently at the depths of the fourth floor.

The footsteps drew closer from far away. Gradually, a blurry figure emerged from the darkness.

Well damn, this person was at least two and a half meters tall, bald, bare-chested, muscles bulging like boulders—basically a walking tank.

This man was taller than Cong Yang, and in age and Cultivation, they were worlds apart.

The other man stopped when he was about twenty-plus meters from Qin Yi.

"You're Qin Yi?" the man spoke, his voice like a great bell, thick with disdain.

Qin Yi nodded slightly. "Jin Shufeng?"

"Didn't expect a little milk-smelling brat like you to have heard this daddy's great name. Since that's the case, once you're dead, at least you'll know who killed you. You won't die a confused ghost."

Qin Yi sneered, speaking indifferently, "Big dumbass, where's Miss Bingbing?"

"You dare insult this old man?"

Jin Shufeng roared in a rage, then charged at Qin Yi like a berserk rhino, head-on.

Qin Yi had thought that with a physique like Jin Shufeng's, speed would be his weak point, but to his surprise, Jin Shufeng wasn't slow at all. The twenty-plus meters between them were covered in a single stride; in the blink of an eye he was in Qin Yi's face, his fist bigger than Qin Yi's head, smashing toward Qin Yi's skull.

Shit, if that landed, even with a bronze head and iron bones he'd be injured.

Qin Yi's figure flickered, sliding sideways. Jin Shufeng's speed was very fast, but compared to Qin Yi's, it was still off by a hundred and eight thousand miles.

"Bang!"

The terrifying fist wind blew the ground apart, chunks of stone flying.

Jin Shufeng turned to glare at Qin Yi, beast-like light flickering in his eyes. He looked extremely violent, like a rabid beast.

"You little milk-smelling brat who doesn't know the rules, daring to disrespect this daddy. This daddy's gonna twist your head off and use it as a ball."

Qin Yi frowned. This guy's head wasn't screwed on right. Normally, once your Cultivation reached this level, even if you weren't "joy and anger not shown on the face," you at least wouldn't be enraged by a single sentence. But this guy was extremely irritable—one line and he went berserk.

"Let's put aside the part where you want to kill me for now. First tell me, where's Miss Bingbing?"

"Dead. That little girl wouldn't stop crying and screaming, so this daddy twisted her head off in one go. Finally quieted down."

Qin Yi's face changed drastically. Killing intent condensed around him into something almost tangible as he said coldly, "Are you telling the truth?"