He brandished his sword with formidable skill, each thrust aimed precisely at Ning Beichen's vital points.
For an outsider to challenge Ning Beichen with swordsmanship was akin to the birthday star hanging himself—a clear death wish.
Ning Beichen merely pinched the sword tip with two fingers, immobilizing it. No matter how hard Qiyanfo struggled, he couldn't wrench the sword from Ning Beichen's grasp.
As Qiyanfo struggled until his face turned red, Ning Beichen used his fingers as a substitute for the sword. His two fingers joined, and he pressed them onto Qiyanfo's chest.
With a 'poof', his fingers sank three fen into the flesh, and blood gushed from the wound.
Before long, Qiyanfo was riddled with holes, his body now a bloody mess.
Meanwhile, Ning Beichen stood with his hands behind his back, watching Qiyanfo roar at him like a wounded wolf, helpless and powerless.
"Qiyanfo, tell me who sent you to deal with me, and I can grant you a swifter death."
Ning Beichen said with icy, merciless eyes.
As for letting him go?
Sorry, Ning Beichen had never entertained such an impossible notion. If Qiyanfo were just an ordinary person, Ning Beichen might have considered sparing him.
But Qiyanfo was a sorcerer. Ning Beichen was no farmer who would spare a venomous snake that could strike at any moment.
Moreover, even if Ning Beichen spared him, Qiyanfo would feel no gratitude, only greater resentment, and would bring endless trouble to Ning Beichen in the future.
Ning Beichen might not fear sorcery, but who knew if Qiyanfo would target those close to him, like Liu Yilin? They couldn't withstand such dark arts.
"Ning Beichen, you... you can't kill me. My master is the Black Dragon King. If you kill me, my master will surely avenge me."
Qiyanfo was terrified. The man before him was like a supreme deity, rendering all his resistance useless. He had no choice but to invoke the Black Dragon King to threaten Ning Beichen.
"Heh, the Black Dragon King? This? I don't care if he's black or white. If he's foolish enough, I don't mind learning from Prince Nezha and pulling out his dragon sinews."
Ning Beichen said with disdain.
He wasn't afraid of the Holy See, so why would he fear some Black Dragon King? It was a laughable notion.
The fact that Qiyanfo would use the Black Dragon King to threaten him made Ning Beichen almost embarrassed to shatter his delusion.
"Qiyanfo, one last chance. Will you speak or not?"
Ning Beichen's tone deepened. He didn't expect much from Qiyanfo, but anyone who could make Qiyanfo break his solemn oath and enter the human realm to deal with him was likely someone Qiyanfo himself couldn't afford to offend.
"Ning Beichen, if you want me dead, then I'll take you with me!"
Qiyanfo naturally dared not reveal the mastermind. He took out a glass jar and smashed it forcefully onto the ground.
With a 'bang', the glass jar shattered, revealing countless green insects, smaller than mosquitoes, flying out from the broken jar like a green mist.
Ning Beichen had been wary of his actions. Upon seeing the green insects, he immediately unleashed a palm strike.
With a 'whoosh', a fierce palm wind swept the green insects back, causing them to land on Qiyanfo.
Qiyanfo's face, hair, and clothes were soon covered with these tiny green insects.
Visibly, the insects burrowed into Qiyanfo's eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and wounds. Soon, Qiyanfo let out ear-splitting screams.
Witnessing Qiyanfo's tragic state, even Ning Beichen felt his scalp tingle. He quickly retreated a few steps, putting distance between himself and the green insects.
Before long, Qiyanfo began to bleed from all his orifices, his body convulsing. His skin visibly shriveled, and this agony would persist until his last breath.
Eventually, even Ning Beichen couldn't bear to watch. He went to his car, fetched a barrel of gasoline, and doused Qiyanfo's body. Then, he lit a lighter, setting Qiyanfo's corpse ablaze.
It wasn't an act of desecration, but to burn these fearsome insects and prevent them from harming others.
In a blaze of fire, Qiyanfo's body turned to ash along with the green insects. Any insects attempting to escape were swept back by Ning Beichen's palm wind.
Only after witnessing Qiyanfo's corpse and the green insects completely turn to ashes did Ning Beichen finally relax.
This scoundrel had brought ruin upon himself. Such a person deserved to be cast into the eighteen levels of hell, never to be reborn.
However, dealing with Qiyanfo did not mean the end of the matter. There was still one more person to resolve.
A subordinate's voice came through Ning Beichen's Bluetooth earpiece. Soon after, Ning Beichen arrived outside a villa in a mountain resort.
A strong smell of blood permeated the air.
Outside on the lawn lay numerous corpses, scattered haphazardly. The bodies clutched weapons, but most had died before they could even use them.
Ning Beichen was not surprised. If his subordinates lacked such basic competence, they wouldn't be worthy of being his men.
At this moment, several unfamiliar men appeared as if out of nowhere, surrounding Ning Beichen and saluting him in unison.
"Clean up the traces outside. I'll handle the woman inside. You don't need to go in."
Ning Beichen instructed them.
The men acknowledged his command and quickly dispersed, skillfully dragging away the corpses on the ground as if they had done so countless times before.
These men were Ning Beichen's people, the most professional 'cleaners', far more adept at such tasks than anyone else. Otherwise, how could Ning Beichen have accomplished so much without leaving any trace?
These cleaners would expertly erase all evidence, making it difficult for even the most professional investigators to find any clues related to them.
Ning Beichen pushed open the door and entered alone.
Just as someone hiding in the shadows was about to seize the opportunity to shoot Ning Beichen, a nail pierced their skull.
With a 'snap', they fell into a pool of blood.
Another person soon emerged, meeting the same fate as the first, never getting the chance to act.
Ning Beichen was like a cold-blooded god of death; with every few steps he took, someone else fell into a bloody mess.
Before long, Ning Beichen reached the last room on the third floor.
"Knock, knock, knock..."
"Miss Fan Qiu, may I come in?"
Ning Beichen knocked a few times on the door with his hand and spoke.