C109 600 Million Low Grade Spirit Stones to Save Qin Buyi!

"Bang!"

Qin Buyi's injuries worsened under the relentless onslaught of the Golden Crow. His grip on the Killing Saber began to shake.

"Chi!"

The Golden Crow lashed out again, targeting the already ravaged upper half of Qin Buyi's body.

"Chi!"

Withdrawing its claw, the Golden Crow left with a gruesome trophy—half of Qin Buyi's heart.

"Bang!"

Overwhelmed, Qin Buyi collapsed to the ground as a fiery palm crushed him in an instant.

"Boom!"

The flaming palm struck the arena floor with such force that the solid ground shattered on impact.

"Bang!"

The fractured earth erupted, sending debris flying in every direction.

Gasping for air, Qin Buyi lay prostrate, struggling to rise. Despite his Divine Consciousness exerting full control, the simple act of standing proved a herculean task for his battered form.

As the Heavenly Dharma Body faded away, Qin Buyi's stature shrank back to its normal size.

"Clang!"

The Killing Saber lay before him. With every ounce of strength, Qin Buyi reached for the blade that was tantalizingly within reach.

Matching Qin Buyi's size, the Golden Crow struck, its beak piercing the hand Qin Buyi had stretched out.

"Chi!"

A gaping hole bled through his palm.

Sweat beads the size of soybeans dotted Qin Buyi's brow, yet he bit back any cry of pain.

His hand, undeterred by the Golden Crow's assault, finally closed the distance and seized the Killing Saber firmly.

To Qin Buyi, those brief seconds stretched on like an agonizing eternity.

The Golden Crow unfurled its wings, their chilling gleam descending once more upon Qin Buyi.

"Bang!"

He was hurled through the air, tumbling several times before crashing to the ground like a discarded, tattered sack.

"Cough!"

Blood poured from Qin Buyi's mouth without cease.

His injuries were dire—half his heart gone, his abdomen laid open to reveal a glimpse of intestines, and two bloody wounds in his chest continued to ooze life away.

Qin Buyi bit down on his tongue, mustering the strength to shakily rise to his feet.

"Bang!"

Once more, the Golden Crow's wings struck Qin Buyi, sending him crashing to the ground.

From a distance, the flames manipulating the Golden Crow seemed to be toying with him, in no rush to deliver the final blow.

Witnessing the scene, Ying Zhi's eyes reddened. He turned to Ying Ye and Wang Chengfeng and conceded, "We accept defeat in this match."

Without a moment's hesitation, Wang Chengfeng flatly refused, "I disagree."

Ying Zhi's gaze shifted to Ying Ye, who feigned indecision before declaring, "I... also disagree! Ha!"

A flicker of rage crossed Ying Zhi's eyes at Ying Ye's mockery, but it vanished as quickly as it came. He pleaded, "Brother, I offer two hundred million Low Grade Spirit Stones in exchange for your leniency. Please spare Mr. Qin's life."

Before Ying Ye could respond, Wang Chengfeng sneered, "Two hundred million Low Grade Spirit Stones is quite the gesture! Yet, when this kid slaughtered two senior mentors from the College of Ming Dynasty, where was his mercy then?"

"First Prince, to my mind, sparing this wretch would hardly satisfy our thirst for vengeance."

Ying Ye, with a show of reluctance, spread his hands and said, "Little brother, you see my dilemma. I'd like to help, but the boy has incited widespread fury."

He sighed, "Alas, my hands are tied. Don't hold it against me."

Undeterred, Ying Zhi countered, "Four hundred million Low Grade Spirit Stones!"

Surprise etched Ying Ye's face as he questioned, "Little brother, do you value him so highly?"

"With such a sum, what resources will you have left to challenge me?"

Tempted by the offer, Ying Ye pondered whether to spare Qin Buyi in exchange for the promised four hundred million Low Grade Spirit Stones.

He was nearly certain that without those Spirit Stones, Ying Zhi would soon find himself in dire straits, providing the perfect opportunity for Ying Ye to dismantle his brother's influence.

Witnessing Ying Ye's momentary hesitation, Wang Chengfeng swiftly whispered to him:

"Your Highness, the First Prince, the Third Prince's high regard for this individual only underscores the imperative to eliminate him."

"Should we let this chance slip by, it would be akin to releasing a tiger back into the wild, inviting boundless future calamities."

Upon hearing these words, Ying Ye immediately abandoned the notion of sparing Qin Buyi, telling Ying Zhi, "Third Brother, even if I were inclined to agree, Dean Wang would surely object."

"Qin Buyi has slain two senior mentors. It's a matter of blood debt; he ought to meet his end here today."

Ying Zhi observed the brief flicker of indecision in Ying Ye, which swiftly solidified into a resolute determination to execute Qin Buyi.

Anyone with sense could see that Wang Chengfeng was the puppeteer in this scenario.

Ying Zhi cast a scornful glance at Wang Chengfeng and huffed, "Dean Wang, quite the stratagem!"

Wang Chengfeng responded to Ying Zhi with a sly grin, "You're too kind, Third Prince."

Ying Zhi made one last desperate attempt, appealing to Ying Ye, "Big Brother, would 600 million Low Grade Spirit Stones suffice to spare Brother Qin's life?"

The sum of 600 million Low Grade Spirit Stones far exceeded Ying Zhi's financial reach.

To muster such a fortune, Ying Zhi would be forced to liquidate his entire estate, a testament to his unwavering resolve to rescue Qin Buyi.

Yet Ying Ye's decision was irrevocable. The steeper Ying Zhi's offer, the clearer Qin Buyi's significance to him became, and Ying Ye was not about to relent.

Dispensing with all pretense, Ying Ye declared bluntly, "Third Brother, let me be clear, today this man must die."

Ying Zhi, crestfallen, replied, "You..."

Realizing the futility of further discussion, Ying Zhi slumped into his chair, murmuring, "Mr. Qin, I have failed you; I couldn't save you."

As he watched Qin Buyi repeatedly fall and rise in the arena, Ying Zhi's heart grew heavier with pity. He turned away, unable to bear the sight any longer, and closed his eyes, bracing for the inevitable outcome.

"Cough!"

Blood streamed relentlessly down the corner of Qin Buyi's mouth.

His wounds bled profusely, as if cost were no object.

Qin Buyi's consciousness began to blur.

The sole remaining thought was an instinctual drive to stand after being hurled away.

Lie Huo, as the adversary, couldn't help but inwardly commend Qin Buyi for his stubborn determination.

Anyone else might have already lost the will to fight on.

There was even a significant chance that they would succumb to a shattered spirit.

Unnoticed, Qin Buyi's fading consciousness caused his black pupils to dilate, engulfing the whites of his eyes.

What were once black pupils now glowed a sinister blood red.

Reflected deep within those crimson orbs was the image of a stunning woman clad in red, standing amidst a sea of blood.

Lie Huo cast a glance at the teetering Qin Buyi before turning to address Wang Chengfeng below the arena.

With a subtle movement of his lips, Lie Huo's voice carried to Wang Chengfeng, "Dean Wang, you asked me to torment this young man. I believe the time has come to end his ordeal."

Wang Chengfeng, engrossed in the spectacle, perked up at Lie Huo's suggestion and quickly responded, "Hold off, no need to rush. Let's prolong his suffering a bit more; my grudge won't be satisfied otherwise!"

Despite some internal resistance to Wang Chengfeng's words, Lie Huo complied, continuing to manipulate the Golden Crow to mercilessly toy with the near-death Qin Buyi, much like a cat with a mouse.