Lang Ya instinctively revealed the method of Dragon Roar’s operation.

"Are you trying to set me up?"

Lang Ya is the typical example of someone whose mouth works faster than their brain, realizing he was fooled only after speaking.

Qin Yi possesses unparalleled talent in cultivation; otherwise, he wouldn’t have the current level of cultivation he has. Once Lang Ya finished speaking, Qin Yi grasped the essence of Dragon Roar.

Of course, he would never admit this, smiling as he said:

"You’re overthinking it. Cultivation techniques aren’t like eating food. If I could master them after one explanation, I’d be an immortal."

"We’re just discussing here, not validating which is stronger between the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan."

"It’s common for Qi Refiners to discuss over tea; don’t be so petty. Are all Dragon Clan members as petty as you?"

Lang Ya pondered for a moment, realizing he might indeed have been overly cautious.

"Sorry."

"No problem!"

One was accustomed to apologizing, the other used to shamelessly accepting.

Lang Ya said, "But I still insist, the Dragon Clan is stronger than the Phoenix Clan."

Qin Yi shrugged, "We can discuss this as we go; practice is the only real truth, and this isn’t something that can be determined quickly."

"Let’s hurry; I have some matters to attend to, and someone is waiting for me."

Qin Yi’s speed suddenly increased, swift as a streak of light.

Lang Ya, seemingly intent on competing with Qin Yi, also increased his speed.

The two streaked through the sky like swords piercing the firmament.

It’s worth noting that Lang Ya’s speed was astonishing, almost matching Qin Yi’s.

Of course, this was without Qin Yi activating the Phoenix Feather.

From birth, Dragons are superior to other species in both physicality and speed.

However, everything in the world is fair; while Dragons may begin at the endpoint of other species, their scarcity is their shortcoming.

Otherwise, in this primordial world, who could stand against the Dragon Clan?

The two hurtled onward.

Qin Yi spotted a city.

Fengsha City.

Qin Yi led Lang Ya into the city, where they indulged in a grand feast.

Having stayed in the desolate wilderness without proper food for days, they felt worse than savages, and now was the time to reward their stomachs.

Qin Yi was never one to deprive himself.

After eating and drinking to satisfaction.

Qin Yi heard in a tavern that there’s a Sword Sect branch seven hundred miles south of here.

...

Amidst the mountains, atop the peak.

Qin Yi gazed at the sprawling buildings below with a detached expression.

This was the Sword Sect branch.

"Boom!"

He punched, the force of his fist roaring like an Evil Dragon.

Instantly, the earth shook, and the entrance of the Sword Sect branch crumbled.

Land cracked in vast patches, causing rocks to tumble down the surrounding mountains.

"Sword Sect branch leader, come out and meet me."

A furious roar caused the mountains to tremble.

Silhouettes flickered as figures swiftly surged towards the mountain gate.

Qin Yi stood in the air, his expression calm, watching them with not a trace of emotion.

The sound of swords cutting through the air echoed, as several elders clad in white and riding flying swords, displaying an immortal-like demeanor, rushed toward him.

However, only Qin Yi was aware of the sordid hearts hidden beneath their hypocritical exteriors.

"Do you have a grudge against this place?"

Lang Ya asked curiously.

Destroying one’s entrance immediately upon arrival isn’t something done without irreconcilable hatred.

"Grudge? They’re not worthy."

Qin Yi’s voice hadn’t faded when a stern reprimand echoed.

"I am Jian Ao, the Sword Sect branch leader. Who are you, and why do you destroy our entrance?"

An elder with an immortal-like demeanor halted a hundred meters from Qin Yi on his flying sword, questioning coldly.

"Qin Yi."

Just two words, yet they caused everyone’s faces to change drastically, eyes filled with fear.

Qin Yi’s name had already resounded throughout the Southern and Northern Middle States.

Additionally, Qin Yi’s enmity with the Sword Sect was well known.

Jian Ao unexpectedly found Qin Yi appearing at the Sword Sect branch.

Throughout the Southern and Northern Middle States, it was widely known that the Sword Sect’s Great Elder and Second Elder both perished at Qin Yi’s hands.

But without confirmation from above, he wasn’t certain of its truth.

Yet, as the branch leader of the Sword Sect, commanding respect and accustomed to authority, how could he back down at first glance?

"Qin Yi, you’re too arrogant daring to show off in my Sword Sect branch; you’ve got nerve!"

"Do you realize this Southern Middle State is Sword Sect’s territory? Aren’t you afraid you won’t be able to leave once here?"

Jian Ao yelled forcefully, full of momentum.

Lang Ya looked at Jian Ao, saying sagely, "Lacking inner strength and unable to achieve greatness."

Qin Yi glanced at him, thinking, "What is this newbie trying to act like a seasoned veteran?"

Nonetheless, Lang Ya was right; Jian Ao truly lacked inner strength. If he had no fear, he wouldn’t need to threaten others with Sword Sect.

Qin Yi smirked coldly, "Are you saying you have the skill to kill me here?"

Jian Ao’s expression stiffened.

"Even Ying Jian wouldn’t dare say such a thing to me; who do you think you are?"

"You have one minute to evacuate, or if you resist, you’ll be executed without mercy."

Qin Yi’s voice rumbled like dry thunder, sweeping across several miles.

Jian Ao roared furiously, "Qin Yi, you are too arrogant! Do you take Sword Sect branch as your private garden? When did you start issuing orders here?"

"If you want to cause havoc in the Sword Sect branch, ask if my sword agrees first."

Qin Yi’s gaze turned cold, and with a flick of his hand, the Flood Dragon Spear appeared in his palm, which he casually threw.

The Flood Dragon Spear flashed across the sky like a beam of red light.

"Pff!"

Blood splattered, and Jian Ao couldn’t even scream as his chest was pierced through by the Flood Dragon Spear, his body nearly torn in half, falling from the sky and crashing into the ground as a bloody, mangled mess.

All the Sword Sect branch elders and disciples froze, eyes wide in disbelief.

Effortlessly, he killed Jian Ao, who was at the Split Body Great Perfection Realm.

Too terrifying.

A chill ran from their heels to the back of their heads, chilling them to the bone, making them feel as if they were in an ice cellar, bodies trembling with cold.

Especially the elders on flying swords, they were so frightened their hands and feet went numb, scalp tingling, almost toppling from the sky.

Everyone’s faces were filled with horror.

Terror filled the scene.

Qin Yi said indifferently, "Jian Ao, arrogance without power is seeking death; you truly don’t deserve that name."

His gaze swept coldly towards the Sword Sect branch elders and disciples.

Just one look, and these people felt terror in their bones, their blood running cold.

"You have thirty seconds to escape with your lives; those who remain will die."

As Qin Yi finished speaking, the people scattered like headless chickens, racing madly down the mountain, running as fast as they could, cursing their parents for not giving them more legs.

The Sword Sect branch elders couldn’t care for the disciples and fled on their swords, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

On the narrow mountain path, everyone was fleeing for their lives, scrambling over each other, stepping on one another. Some were squeezed off the mountain, others rolled down the stone steps, severely injured, only to be trampled to death by those rushing down afterward.

This is human nature; faced with death, people become less than animals.