Qin Dong flicked an icy look and answer at Long Jin, "Now, Longxi should consider my request carefully?"
"You kill our martial artists! You think Longxi will compromise? No! From the moment on, you're the biggest enemy of Longxi! You'll be hunted forever!" Long Jin's menacing face resembled a wounded beast.
Qin Dong frowned, "You will stop until a stir is caused?"
Long Jin raised his sword slowly and aimed it at Qin Dong's throat.
Eyebrows wrinkling, Qin Dong answered in a deep tone, "You ask for death!"
Longxi never suffered such a great loss since its establishment. Long Jin was responsible for the deaths of his subordinates, six martial artists at the medium level of the Houtian stage. His career would be ruined though returning. As an ambitious man, the blow was more brutal for him than death.
"I will die with you!" Obsessed, Long Jin lost intelligence and lunged towards Qin Dong with his sword.
Qin Dong snorted. A glaring fire snake showed up, wriggled in air, and shot to the sword tip of Long Jin.
When the two hit, the fire snake squirmed as if alive and enwound the sword made up of good materials. In everyone's gaze, the sword melted, iron water dripping down. However, wind blew and the sword vanished before the drop of water fell on the ground. In the end, only a hilt stayed in Long Jin's hand in a blink.
"Ah!" Long Jin shrieked, threw away the hilt, and lowered his head at his palm in aghast, which reddened all over with skin split and flesh protruded, as if boiled. How miserable it was.
Woken up, Long Jin realized that Qin Dong's power went beyond his imagination. It was ridiculous to kill Qin Dong.
"Fine, kill me!" Long Jin closed eyes and sighed, waiting for death.
Qin Dong careered to Long Jin like a gust of wild wind. He moved so fast with a strong momentum that Chu Shanqi was unable to see clearly.
Qin Dong pinched Long Jin's throat before Long Jin regained composure. As Qin Dong bellowed, Long Jin was pushed back rapidly.
Long Jin stopped until he was up against a tall tree, without any chance to fight against Qin Dong's tremendous strength.
Long Jin was nearly smothered by Qin Dong's steel-like fingers and blood seemed to ooze from the seven orifices of his red face.
It was his first time to get close to death, and even his soul trembled.
Chu Shanqi thought Long Jin must die this time just as the previous six martial artists. Clan Long was an opponent of her family, and it was beneficial for Clan Chu if Longxi's fighting capability was reduced. She cheered for that, however, Qin Dong did not kill Long Jin as her expectation.
When Long Jin reached his limit, Qin Dong loosened his grip. Long Jin crumpled up along the trunk like flesh without bones, mouth opening, and felt like vomiting.
Long Jin, a big potato in Longxi, was wretched.
Qin Dong replied coldly after Long Jin gained relief, "I let you go not out of mercy. I need you to be my messenger. Your head is mine if I cannot see Chuchu in three days."
Leaving the cruel words, Qin Dong turned to Chu Shanqi, "Let's go!"
She looked at Long Jin in hatred, grumbling, "You don't kill him?"
Qin Dong's eyes grew icier, responding in a deep tone, "I live in Longyuan!"
Chu Shanqi convulsed with fright, chills germinating in heart, and followed Qin Dong to head toward the hotel without any words.