The Post Sky Tipping Era

Li Yi at this moment extended two fingers and threw them a lifeline, "You have but a quarter of an hour’s time, and once time’s up, the opportunity is canceled. I will then take action to settle accounts. Of course, you can try to run, and if you think you can escape from my palm, then I have nothing to say."

"The way out lies beneath your feet. How you choose is up to you."

After that, he kicked out his foot, sending Jin Zhihuan’s Wind Listening Blade skidding to these disciples’ feet.

Clearly, Li Yi’s intention was very obvious, to let them kill each other.

Although the scheme was simple, it was quite useful at this moment.

Even if one did not want to do so, there were so many disciples present, what if someone around them had ideas?

However, looking at the blade before them, no one made a move.

It wasn’t that they were united but rather that there were not enough heads for a few to survive; on the contrary, perhaps it was more profitable to run away.

Yet, Li Yi’s next sentence completely shattered their hesitation, "By the way, the heads of those Lower Three Realms warriors who left earlier also count. You have decent strength, so you can join forces to hunt their heads for me. I only want results, not the process."

As soon as he finished speaking,

a Blood Refining Warrior immediately became tempted. His eyes flickered with indecision, and rather than escaping himself and letting others benefit, he preferred to collect twenty heads to settle the score. After all, for ordinary disciples facing him, it would be nothing more than a quick slash. So why take the chance with luck?