Qin Yi nodded slightly, feeling relieved that Yin Qianqian would no longer attack Yun Mengyao. This woman had an incredibly high cultivation; if she suddenly decided to kill, even he might not be able to stop her unless he tied Yun Mengyao to his waistband.

Yin Qianqian glanced at Qin Yi, "However, I won't let the Golden Winged Roc clan go."

Qin Yi nodded, "Good luck!"

"Hmm?" Yin Qianqian looked at him strangely, "I thought you'd stop me?"

"Why would I stop you? I'm a selfish person; I only care about the people around me and those who are innocent. As for the Golden Winged Roc clan, let me tell you secretly, I've long been fed up with those bird people."

Yin Qianqian smiled, "That's a decent thing to say."

Qin Yi: "..."

Yin Qianqian pointed at Luo Shihua, who was trapped in the Star Ring Array, "Go deal with him quickly. The longer you wait, the worse it gets."

Qin Yi was speechless. If it weren't for your trouble trying to kill Yun Mengyao, Luo Shihua would have died a hundred times already.

"Swish!"

Qin Yi's figure flickered, like an apparition, instantly arriving inside the Star Ring Array.

Luo Shihua had long been in despair. He had tried countless times but couldn't escape. Upon seeing Qin Yi appear, his gaze turned vicious, and he roared, "Qin Yi, if I die, we'll die together. Even in death, I'll drag you down with me."

Qin Yi sneered, "I said before, today, it's either your death or your demise."

Then, Qin Yi stepped back and disappeared into the Star Ring.

"Qin Yi, you coward, come out, get out here…" Luo Shihua screamed wildly.

"You want to see me?" Qin Yi suddenly rushed out from behind Luo Shihua in the Star Ring, throwing a heavy punch at his back.

With a bang, the piercing sound of a bone cracking chilled everyone to the core.

Luo Shihua coughed blood violently, screaming as he flew sideways, a large section of bone in his back shattered.

Qin Yi's figure flashed like a shadow, sweeping a powerful kick at Luo Shihua's head, almost exploding it.

Moving like lightning, he grabbed his throat.

"Sword Sect's dog, farewell. In your next life, remember not to be my enemy."

As he spoke, Qin Yi's five fingers tightened to crush Luo Shihua's throat. However, his hand suddenly froze, and he turned his head to look.

Everyone sensed it—a terrifying and overwhelming aura coming their way.

On the horizon, several figures appeared, their speed astonishing, all riding flying swords, sword qi swirling around them, tearing the void with cracks that quickly vanished.

There were a total of ten figures, their aura like a rainbow, like a towering mountain crashing down, intimidating in its power.

Qin Yi, holding Luo Shihua with one hand, withdrew the Star Ring and flashed to Yun Mengyao and the others.

Judging by their attire, these newcomers were clearly from the Sword Sect, and their cultivation was exceedingly strong.

Before long, they stopped nearby, standing in mid-air, feet on longswords.

Yin Qianqian looked at the white-bearded elder at the forefront, her charming eyes bursting with intense killing intent, "Yin Xiyuan, you old rascal, you dare show up before me? Today, I'll make sure you don't leave alive."

The white-bearded elder was the Second Elder of the Sword Sect, Yin Xiyuan.

The others were all strong figures of the Sword Sect.

Qin Yi squinted slightly. He couldn't discern the cultivation of Yin Xiyuan; it seemed this person had cultivated a technique to conceal one's qi.

As for the other nine, Qin Yi felt a sinking sensation in his heart; not one of them was weaker than Luo Shihua.

He had never underestimated the Sword Sect. To be the rulers of the Southern Middle State, their power was beyond imagination. Yet, at this moment, Qin Yi admitted he had underestimated the Sword Sect. Even a casual gathering comprised top-tier experts. Also, the Sect Master of the Sword Sect hadn't even shown up.

Though there were only ten of them, they were a force no one could ignore.

Yin Xiyuan had a kindly appearance, with crane-like hair and a child's face, looking amicable, but his eyes were cold and expressionless, glancing at Yin Qianqian, "Do not think that breaking my Heart Loss Talisman gives you the right to speak to me like this. If we really fight, within three moves, you will die."

"Old rascal, try it, let's see who kills whom?" Enemies meeting each other were particularly wrathful, Yin Qianqian said as she was about to rush out to fight.

Qin Yi, quick-eyed and quick-handed, grabbed her, "Don't go. He's right, you're no match for him."

"Are you underestimating me?" Yin Qianqian furrowed her brows.

Qin Yi sighed, "I'm doing this for your own good."

"That old rascal is just an experienced schemer, considering cultivation, I admit I'm not inferior to him."

Qin Yi shook his head. Although he couldn't see through Yin Xiyuan's cultivation, he could sense the terror of this old fox. It's a kind of instinct; not many could make him instinctively wary—Yin Xiyuan was one of them.

"If you trust me, then don't take a risk. I broke the Heart Loss Talisman on you to give you freedom, not to send you to your death."

Though Yin Qianqian disagreed, she eventually said no more. She had seen Qin Yi's cultivation, felt aggrieved but somewhat trusted his words.

Yin Xiyuan looked at Qin Yi, saying indifferently, "Qin Yi?"

Qin Yi nodded slightly.

"Indeed, you are quite a talent. So young, yet your cultivation is amazing. I've never seen anyone like you in my life."

Qin Yi's mouth curled slightly, "Thanks for the compliment."

"Do you also study spiritual power?"

Qin Yi nodded, "I know a little."

Yin Xiyuan nodded slowly, "Being able to break my Heart Loss Talisman is no simple task; it's more than just knowing a little. Humility is good, but excessive humility is just showing off."

"There's nothing to boast about with you. If it were a beauty, I wouldn't mind showing off to catch her attention. As for an old geezer like you, honestly, you're not worthy."

Yin Xiyuan laughed, "With your looks and cultivation, do you still need to show off to pick up girls? Truth be told, in this regard, you're not as good as me. When I was young, I was also quite handsome, admired wherever I went."

"I can tell, you don't look bad even now, just a bit old. But really, you aren't worthy of comparison with me. Maybe I don't have as many admirers as you, but I'm more faithful. To put it this way, I'd rather have one bite of a celestial peach than a basket of rotten peaches. When it comes to women, I'd rather be selective than indiscriminate. You care about quantity; I care about quality. There's no comparison."

Yin Xiyuan paused, smiling and saying, "There's one thing you said wrong. I'm also a person who values quality. Truth be told, I've only had one wife in my entire life."

Qin Yi was a bit surprised, "I couldn't tell. I thought you Sword Sect hypocrites were the kind of people who appeared reasonable on the surface, yet were full of deceit and decadence underneath. For example, the person I have here, when I met him, he was surrounded by beauties, living quite freely. You're quite the exception. Honestly, I admire those who are faithful. It's just... such a pity."

Yin Xiyuan nodded slightly, "It's a pity indeed."

Yun Mengyao whispered, "Hey, what riddles are you two exchanging?"

Qin Yi chuckled, "Not much really? Just that in the matter of being faithful, we both find common ground."