621: Chapter 621 Poor Zhao Lei!

"Let's continue on our way."

Yin Li withdrew her gaze and spoke indifferently.

She had seen many such things and didn't want to meddle in others' business.

The group was about to continue flying forward, but Qin Yan came to a halt.

"You guys go ahead, I'm going over there to take a look."

After Qin Yan finished speaking, he quickly flew toward the site of the battle.

He had just heard the name "Zhao Lei"—Zhao Lei was the leader of the Secret Guard Division in Jumu City, the same Zhao Lei who had given him the aperture awakening pill.

The same Zhao Lei who had not hesitated to offend the Di Family in order to capture a fugitive.

Right now, he was likely reaching his limit.

He had to go and see.

When the voice reached him earlier, he had recognized it—that voice and that name both matched the Zhao Lei he knew; it was undoubtedly him.

The other four watched Qin Yan's departing figure, slightly stunned.

They didn't know why Qin Yan had suddenly left, but seeing his expression, something was clearly wrong.

"Let's follow him and see."

Yin Li reacted immediately and spoke up.

The others nodded at once and chased after Qin Yan.

Regardless of the reason, Qin Yan was their teammate right now.

No matter what happened, as a team, they had to face it together.

This was the tacit understanding of a team, and their mutual trust.

Qin Yan's speed was very fast; his blood surged within him as his figure transformed into a streak of black light, rapidly weaving through the sky above the dense forest.

Before long, he arrived at the battlefield.

He saw that on the distant battlefield, Zhao Lei was being besieged by five Martial Artists.

Those five Martial Artists each possessed a powerful aura, with True Qi surging around them; they were clearly not ordinary people.

Every one of them was more powerful than Zhao Lei—Zhao Lei was at the Rank 6 Peak, and each of them was also at the Rank 6 Peak.

At this moment, Zhao Lei's entire body was covered in wounds; his hair was disheveled, his face grimy, and his eyes were bloodshot.

His body was covered in saber wounds, sword wounds, and burns; he was a bloody mess, a shocking sight to behold.

Most importantly, one of his arms was gone!

Blood continued to flow from the stump of the severed arm, staining half of his body red.

His aura was weak and his face pale, but the hatred in his eyes was like a raging fire.

He gritted his teeth and swung the long saber in his hand, desperately resisting the five-man siege.

Saber Qi crisscrossed and blood splattered, but every counterattack was easily neutralized by the five men.

He was already at the end of his rope.

"Zhao Lei, this is the consequence of defying my Young Master!"

The leading Martial Artist—Di Ren—spoke coldly, his voice full of mockery.

"If you had handed over the grandmaster true liquid earlier, your wife and child wouldn't have died. You are the culprit behind their deaths!"

His Young Master had instructed him to make Zhao Lei die in regret!

Therefore, he was in no hurry to kill Zhao Lei, but instead tortured him bit by bit, destroying his will piece by piece.

Hearing this, more and more bloodshot veins appeared in Zhao Lei's eyes, becoming denser.

His body was trembling, his lips were quivering, and his tears, mixed with blood, slid down his cheeks.

"My child, my wife..."

Zhao Lei murmured, his voice hoarse and trembling.

"I was the one who harmed you... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

If he could have given the grandmaster true liquid to Di Jie, then he would likely still be the leader of the Secret Guard Division, and his family and child would not have lost their lives because of it.

But he hadn't.

He couldn't bear to part with that bottle of grandmaster true liquid; it was the accumulation of fifty years and his hope of a Breakthrough to Grandmaster.

Overwhelmed by grief and indignation, combined with his severe injuries and heavily overdrawn True Qi, Zhao Lei's body finally couldn't hold on, and he fell from mid-air.

At that moment, Di Ren slashed out a beam of Saber Qi toward the falling Zhao Lei.

That Saber Qi was incomparably sharp, cutting through the sky with a piercing whistle as it went straight for Zhao Lei!

With this strike, he intended to finish Zhao Lei off completely!

"Wife, child, I'm coming to join you."

Zhao Lei whispered, his voice hoarse and faint.

He looked at the people around him, his eyes filled with hatred.

He hated; he hated that his own strength was too weak to kill Di Jie and avenge his wife and child.

If he had enough strength, if he could have broken through to Grandmaster, if he could have... unfortunately, there are no 'ifs' in this world.

He closed his eyes, waiting for death to descend.

However—

The expected Saber Qi did not land on him.

A blood-colored chain shot out from the distance, accurately wrapping around his waist and pulling him back sharply!

The Saber Qi grazed past his body and struck the ground behind him, blasting a deep crater.

The blood-colored chain retracted gently, slowly lowering him to the ground.

"Zhao Lei, are you alright?"

A familiar voice sounded in his ear.

Zhao Lei struggled to open his eyes and found that it was actually Qin Yan.

That Disciple of the Taixuan Holy Land, the young man who had helped him capture Zhu Ming, the Qin Yan to whom he had gifted the aperture awakening pill.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but before he could speak, he fell unconscious.

His body had reached its limit.

Qin Yan sensed Zhao Lei's body and found that his injuries were quite severe.

If he had arrived just a little later, Zhao Lei probably would have truly lost his life.

Qin Yan circulated his Yimu Longevity True Qi, and emerald-green True Qi surged from his palm, entering Zhao Lei's body.

That True Qi was full of vitality; wherever it passed, wounds began to heal, the bleeding started to stop, and his chaotic aura began to stabilize.

Qin Yan temporarily stabilized Zhao Lei's injuries first, preserving his life.

"Kid, who are you to dare obstruct our business? If you're smart, kowtow a few times now, and your Grandpa might let you die a bit more comfortably."

Di Ren looked at Qin Yan coldly, his eyes full of killing intent.

He sized up this young man who had suddenly appeared and found that the other party only had the aura of a Middle Sixth-Grade, so a sense of contempt couldn't help but rise in his heart.

A Middle Sixth-Grade brat dared to interfere in the affairs of his Di Family?

The kid in front of him clearly had a connection with Zhao Lei, and anyone connected to Zhao Lei could only go to their death.

"Fine, since you've put it that way, then you can all go and die," Qin Yan said indifferently, his voice calm.

He stood up, turned around, and his gaze landed on Di Ren and the other four.

Then, behind him, five blood-red chains extended out from the Void Realm, attacking toward the group!

The chains were astonishingly fast, like five blood-colored poisonous snakes winding through the air, reaching the five men in the blink of an eye!

Di Ren and the others didn't even have time to react before the blood-colored chains were already in front of them!

Puchi—!

One chain pierced through Di Ren's chest!

Puchi—!

One chain pierced through the throat of another Martial Artist!

Puchi—!

Puchi—!

Puchi—!

Five muffled sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

Five chains accurately pierced through the vital points of the five men!