Chapter 581: This Place is Suitable for Burying People
Qin Yi glanced around, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and said coldly, "Could it be that after hosting so many sky wagers here, you haven’t noticed that the terrain here resembles a natural tomb?"
Those present instinctively looked around. What Qin Yi said had never occurred to them. This place was a basin, surrounded by cliffs, where even birds struggle to land, indeed like a natural tomb. With Qin Yi’s previous words in mind, everyone felt a chill run from their tailbone straight to the back of their skull.
However, Mo Buwen sneered disdainfully.
Qin Yi looked at him indifferently.
Mo Buwen mocked, "Qin Yi, such words might scare others, but saying something like ’kill everyone’ in front of me is too childish. Everyone here holds a prominent position. If you kill everyone here, it won’t just be a personal vendetta, it will be an international dispute."
Qin Yi looked at Mo Buwen with a half-smile, "Do you think you’re smart? Let me ask, would Longxia, a vast nation, fear international disputes? Fear the clamor of these tiny countries? In terms of national power, we are not inferior to any country. In terms of Qi Refinement, we surpass all nations. If I killed all of you, who would dare protest?"
"Qin Yi, I admit you’re skilled at bluffing. Fine, let’s not talk about international disputes. Do you even understand the forces behind the people present here? Which one of them doesn’t come from a prestigious family? Have you ever considered the depths of their backing? I dare say, the force behind any one of us isn’t something you can afford to offend."
Qin Yi sneered, walked to the long table in front of Inokuchi Mok, and as he was about to take the treasures placed on top, he suddenly paused, then seemed to recall something. He lifted his head to look at the grim-faced, cautious-eyed Inokuchi Mok: "Aren’t you going to stop me?"
Inokuchi Mok’s face twisted frighteningly, his hand gripping the scimitar at his waist with fingers turning white, repeatedly wanting to unsheathe the blade. Yet in vain... In the end, he still didn’t have the courage to make a move, truly afraid of ending up like Sha Wuqiu, whose face was smashed like a peach tree in bloom, losing all face.
"Heh, should I say you’re sensible, or just as timid as a mouse?" Qin Yi smirked with mockery, disdainfully. For the tiny country of Langoku, Qin Yi always felt disgust, something from the depths of his being.