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The great prophet Lua's eyes quickly lost their luster.

Snapped!

Chen Yi threw the body on the ground.

Chen Yi's gaze swept over Wang Wantong, Liu Mei, and the few sorcerers who had submitted to Luya.

To their surprise, crystals also appeared deep within their hearts.

Wang Wantong and Liu Mei are in red, and there are several others in red and a few in blue.

When Wang Wantong met Chen Yi's gaze, he was terrified.

He knelt down with a thud.

"Senior Chen, spare my life! We have no past grievances or present enemies, please spare me!"

"No past grievances, no present enemies?"

Chen Yi sneered, "I wonder if instigating Lu Ya and Yang Laosan to join forces against me counts as an enmity."

Ah!

Wang Wantong felt a chill run through his body.

I just thought he was clever and had successfully resolved the deadlock.

So, this was how he got himself into a dead end!

boom!

Chen Yi grabbed at Wang Wantong in mid-air, and a bloody hole burst open in Wang Wantong's chest. A red crystal suddenly flew out and was caught in Chen Yi's palm.

Wang Wantong collapsed to the ground and died instantly.

Next up is Liu Mei.

She wept and pleaded.

"Master Chen, I have never harmed you, nor have I ever intended to harm you. Please spare me."

Chen Yi's expression was indifferent.

"You never really hurt me, but there's nothing I can do, you have to die too."

The next moment, her chest exploded, and red crystals flew out.

Liu Mei was filled with regret. If she had known this would be the outcome, she would never have come to Kegan Mountain.

The others, unable to fight back or escape, wept in despair.

Chen Yi exploded their hearts one by one, reaping the crystals.

In the final tally, there was one purple crystal, five red crystals, and eight blue crystals.

That was so satisfying!

He put the crystal into his pocket and walked towards Master Yang.

"You...don't kill me! I'll go back and report to the family head, and I'll never seek revenge again. How about we settle our scores?"

Yang Zhenlin was terrified and made a condition.

"Settle all grudges? Slaughtering the entire Yang family will naturally settle all grudges!"

Chen Yi said coldly.

He didn't believe the Yang family would give up on revenge; the only way to solve the problem was to kill them all.

Upon hearing this, everyone was utterly shocked.

What did he... say?

He wants to kill the entire Yang family. Does he even know what kind of family the Yang family is?

Even the Siamese military government didn't dare to take action against the Yang family.

boom!

The next moment, Chen Yi slapped Yang Zhenlin, turning him into ashes.

Eighteen hundred times the merit!

The heavens and earth trembled slightly, and 1,800 times the merit fell into Chen Yi's body.

A master-level sorcerer receives 1,800 times the merit.

His refining of the Demon Rakshasa Venerable had harmed countless lives; he was indeed extremely wicked.

Ah!

Master Mo and the others were terrified.

"Master, please have mercy..."

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Before he could even utter a word of pleading, a chilling aura suddenly filled the air.

Countless air blades suddenly formed and surged down towards Master Mo and the others.

"what!"

"what!"

"what!"

……

Tragic screams echoed from the scene.

In an instant, twenty or thirty sorcerers turned into blood.

"Two hundred times the merit!"

"Eighty times the merit!"

"Three hundred and sixty times the merit!"

"Twelve times the merit!"

……

The continuous flow of merit energy poured into Chen Yi's body.

No sorcerer can escape the karmic consequences of their sins; the higher their level, the more evil they commit, and the more merit they accumulate.

Chen Yi roughly calculated that a sorcerer at the Transformation Realm level could accumulate hundreds of times the merit, while one at the Dark Realm level could accumulate only tens of times, and a Grandmaster level could accumulate thousands of times.

However, he is already at the Foundation Establishment stage, and if he wants to break through through merit, he needs tens of thousands of times more merit.

If we don't kill the Grandmasters, how long will it take to kill those little Karami?

When Zhao Shanhe saw this, he couldn't hold his hands and feet still; he was shaking so badly he could fly away.

so horrible!

What kind of supernatural power is that?

Inexplicably, billions of sharp blades appeared in the air!

This is simply unheard of.

Chen Yi walked towards the deep pit where Lin Wushuang had crashed and pulled Lin Wushuang out from the bottom of the pit.

"The young master of an ancient martial arts family is far too weak."

Lin Wushuang's face was deathly pale, his whole body was covered in blood, and countless bones were broken, but his eyes were unusually firm.

"Chen Yi, don't be arrogant. My second brother is a mid-stage Grandmaster, and my eldest brother is about to break through to the peak of the Grandmaster realm."

My Lin family has countless powerful members! Even if you kill me, what then? My Lin family will tear you to pieces sooner or later!

"Brother Yi..."

Just then, Murong Zhi let out a startled cry, her voice trembling.

Chen Yi looked over.

"If you want to plead for him, you'd better shut up! Anyone who lays a hand on me, Chen Yi, has only one outcome: death!"

Immediately, Murong Zhi's face turned pale, and she looked at Chen Yi in fear, not daring to utter another word.

Yes, I've only known Brother Yi for less than a day, and we have no connection whatsoever. What makes me think I should ask for his help?

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

Chen Yi turned to look at Lin Wushuang and said coldly.

"Since ancient times, no one has ever escaped death, but the spirit of my ancient martial arts family will never be broken!"

Lin Wushuang's attitude was resolute.

Chen Yi: "Alright, then I'll grant your wish!"

boom!

The next moment, a fierce burst of innate fire energy rushed into Lin Wushuang's body.

With a bang, his entire body exploded into ashes.

This time, no merit power descended.

Chen Yi watched as Lin Wushuang turned into ashes, the threads of cause and effect slowly dissipating in the sunlight.

Lin Wushuang had not incurred any karmic debts, so he had no merit.

Martial artists are different from evil cultivators. They cultivate their own qi and blood, and unless their intentions are impure, they will not incur karmic debts.

However, heretical practitioners, such as Japanese Onmyoji and Southeast Asian sorcerers, have harmed many people through their methods of cultivation, and there must be a cause and effect to them.

As for those cultivators in the West, they are too far from the Central Plains, and in those uncivilized lands, the laws of Heaven do not apply to them, and there is no concept of cause and effect.

Next, Chen Yi's gaze fell on the Zhao Shanhe brothers.

All the enemies on the scene were eliminated, leaving only these two.

Zhao Shanhe's face turned pale, but a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Young Master Chen, we brothers didn't lay a hand on you."

"Yes, you're right."

Chen Yi smiled slightly and said, "But I'm a little unhappy about letting you go like this."

"That's easy."

Zhao Shanhe stood up. "I have a treasure here for you, Young Master Chen."

After saying that, he took out a tan cloth bag from his waist and respectfully handed it to Chen Yi.

Chen Yi's eyes lit up immediately when he saw it.