"We have nothing to do with the City Patrol Guard..." The woman’s voice trembled as she spoke, retreating into the shop.
"The shop is to be ransacked, and everyone inside is to be killed," Pan Qi’s voice carried a hint of ice-cold firmness.
Ding Huan took out twenty Crystal Stones and tossed them onto the counter, "I’ll take this talisman pen, here are the Crystal Stones."
The white-bearded elder acted as if he hadn’t heard Ding Huan’s words; his shop had a powerful backer, the East City Association.
But facing Pan Qi, not to mention one East City Association, even several wouldn’t dare to come out.
Whether it was the East City Association or Iron Power Alliance, they were organizations allowed under Pan Qi’s permission; without it, they wouldn’t have the slightest qualification to mix in this place.
"Wait, bring over that guy with the backpack."
Pan Qi saw Ding Huan casually pull twenty Crystal Stones from his bag and toss them onto the counter; obviously, there were many more inside that bag.
Ding Huan didn’t even turn his head and just sent a Blade of Divine Will slashing over.
The kind of person like Pan Qi who wouldn’t ask about the cause and effect and simply ransack shops and kill people deserved to die a thousand times over.
Pan Qi suddenly felt a chilling presence seeping through, and his experience from years of fighting made his mind startle; he promptly fell back without hesitation.
The Wind Blade grazed past his chest, making his skin tremble all over.
"Pfft!" Since Ding Huan didn’t control the strength of the Wind Blade which struck from above and downward, as Pan Qi dodged, the Wind Blade didn’t stop but instead slit the throat of a shopkeeper supporting Pan Qi.
A mist of blood sprayed out, and the crowd retreated in panic.
Here it came again.
Previously, the Iron Power Alliance had been annihilated by such inscrutable Wind Blades, and also over a hundred shop owners and shop boys had been killed by these silent and traceless Wind Blades.
"Eh." Ding Huan actually walked out.
This fellow had rich combat experience; he had managed to evade his Wind Blade purely based on instinct.
"Who are you?" Pan Qi sat up again, his eyes filled with some wariness.
With a wave of Ding Huan’s hand, a long spear from the only miscellaneous shop took flight and then was grasped in his hand.
In Ding Huan’s Star House, he possessed a Polearm, but he felt this long spear was clearly more to his liking; moreover, this spear apparently was a low-level magical artifact.
Almost in an instant of Divine Will, Ding Huan had refined the spear.
He recalled that it had taken him several days to grind away the Prohibition of the Star House.
And now, it only took him a fleeting moment.
"Aren’t you trying to kill me?" Ding Huan, holding the long spear, walked out of the shop.
Although Ding Huan had not made a move yet, even without exerting his aura over, Pan Qi was breathing a bit rapidly.
It was a psychological suggestion that the opponent was very dangerous.
"Friend, we have no grievances; it was rash of me to talk about taking action," Pan Qi apologized with a fist salute.
He didn’t want to engage with Ding Huan; Ding Huan was just too dangerous for him.
Ding Huan also didn’t intend to drag things out with this guy. With four Qi Cultivators at the ninth level of Qi Cultivation, it was time to practice his Nine Divine Powers.
"Your name is Pan Qi? The one controlling East City and South City?" Ding Huan asked.
"That is indeed me," Pan Qi replied with a fist salute, and though he did not dismount from the Unicorn, his tone had become much more polite.
"Very well," Ding Huan shook his spear, and spear lights sprinkled out.
A violent killing intent locked onto Pan Qi, and in that moment, Pan Qi felt like he was a paper boat amidst a storm and giant waves.
The violent and boundless giant waves could crush him into powder with any single drop.
He wanted to resist, but under the crushing presence of the powerful spear, he didn’t even have the ability to do so.
Ding Huan’s murderous spear had already accounted for any possibility of Pan Qi deploying a Magic Artifact; whether Pan Qi would use a Magic Artifact or not, his Soul-falling Spear would completely lock down any space for attack.
What left Ding Huan speechless was that as soon as his Nine Divine Powers began, Pan Qi was already suppressed to the point where he couldn’t even resist.
Let alone deploying a Magic Artifact, he couldn’t even manage to throw a punch.
Using the Nine Divine Powers against such a person was truly overkill.
Ding Huan sighed, dispersing the spear lights that had just emerged.
Then a Wind Blade flew past, tearing apart Pan Qi’s neck. When his head rolled down from the Unicorn, Pan Qi’s eyes were filled with horror.
"I overestimated you," Ding Huan shook his head.
He understood now.
The Luo Shijin he practiced was absolutely a top-tier Cultivation Technique, and he had developed Divine Will even during the Qi Refinement Realm, his Divine Will even stronger than that of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.
And yet, he had used the Divine Skills, Nine Divine Powers, against a low-tier Qi Cultivator at the ninth level; saying it was overkill was even an understatement of the gap between him and Pan Qi.
Ding Huan was speechless, knowing he was deceived by Pan Qi’s earlier dodge of the Wind Blade.
He had thought that someone who could evade his Divine Will Wind Blade couldn’t be too weak. Now he realized he hadn’t had a clear measure of his own strength.
Reflecting on this, Ding Huan’s mind stirred slightly.
Had he not fled back in the Lost Swamp, could he have killed Deacon Qiong using his Nine Divine Powers?
The thought flashed by, and Ding Huan felt his choice to run wasn’t a mistake. Deacon Qiong was not an ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator but at the Perfect completion, searching for the True Pill path.
He probably still wasn’t a match for his opponent.
Besides, even if he could kill Deacon Qiong, he couldn’t make a move.
Ding Huan’s Divine Will swept over Pan Qi and he immediately walked over, pulling a small pouch from Pan Qi’s body.
This pouch had enchantments on it, and it was very likely the storied Storage Bag.
With just one move, he had killed Pan Qi, and the seven or eight shop owners who had been shouting encouragement at Pan Qi’s side quickly retreated.
Unfortunately, what awaited them were seven or eight Wind Blades.
Seven or eight corpses fell on the street, whilst the onlookers from a distance dared not even stick their heads out at this point.
Ding Huan knew all too well that in West Wind City, showing mercy was asking for trouble.
Only by instilling fear in these people, could he live a peaceful life.
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The three who had come with Pan Qi were quick to dismount their unicorns and bow towards Ding Huan:
"We have seen the senior."
At this moment, in their eyes, Ding Huan was undoubtedly a Foundation Establishment powerhouse.
"Who is Gu Zhanjian?" Ding Huan suddenly asked, looking at the three people in front of him.
The tall and skinny Gu Zhanjian stepped forward, his expression full of panic and his face pale:
"Gu Zhanjian has seen the senior."
"Good." Ding Huan said just two words before a rain of Wind Blades pounced on Gu Zhanjian.
After understanding Pan Qi’s strength, Ding Huan decided not to overkill a mosquito, confident that the Wind Blade Skill was enough to take down the opponent.
As soon as Ding Huan’s Wind Blade manifested, Gu Zhanjian sensed it.
Unfortunately, Ding Huan was a Qi Cultivator possessing Divine Will, and his Wind Blades, bolstered by Divine Will, were almost tangible.
Gu Zhanjian did not possess Divine Will, and in other respects, whether it was combat experience or the robustness of True Yuan, he was far from a match for Ding Huan.
There were so many Blade of Divine Will that he couldn’t even detect the position of each one.
With a Wind Blade cleaving into the center of his forehead, he could only look unwillingly at Ding Huan:
"Why..."
Ding Huan replied indifferently:
"I am the Captain of the City Patrol Guard. How many of my City Patrol Guards have you killed? You tell me, why?"
With a "thud!" Gu Zhanjian fell down, helpless in his unwillingness.
"Senior Captain, although we were with Pan Qi and Gu Zhanjian, we have never killed..." the other two people started, their tone sincere and fearful.
Without letting them finish their sentence, Ding Huan’s Blade Light once again surrounded the man and woman.
To not eradicate the roots would only invite trouble, wouldn’t it?
Ding Huan did not know the exact relationship these two had with Pan Qi and Gu Zhanjian.
But one thing he knew, since these two had come with Pan Qi and Gu Zhanjian, they had the intention of backing them up.
Letting these people go would only bring discomfort to himself.
The four Qi Cultivators at the ninth level stood no chance against Ding Huan.
Though he could use Divine Will to snatch their Storage Bags, Ding Huan still walked over to take them by hand.
With the City Patrol Captain proving to be so formidable and merciless in his killing, no one dared to stay on the streets.
In a short span, the only things left on the streets of Shengdao Street were bodies.
Counting today, it was the fourth time the streets of Shengdao Street were littered with corpses.
Standing on the blood-soaked streets, Ding Huan proclaimed loudly:
"Starting today, everyone in West Wind City must abide by the City Patrol Guard’s rules. Offenders will be killed without mercy."
In a place like this, there were no other punishments; execution was the simplest and most effective.
"Senior is seen," said the white-bearded old man as he saw Ding Huan returning to the shop and quickly bowed to thank him.
He still felt as if he were dreaming; was this young man really the new Captain of the City Patrol Guard?
"Fetch me a thousand Array Flags, oh and this spear and that talisman pen too, and tell me how many Crystal Stones it will be."
Ding Huan weighed the long spear in his hand, feeling it quite suitable for use.
"The lad wouldn’t dare to charge, Sir, please just take them," the old man said respectfully.
Ding Huan waved a hand:
"The operations of the City Patrol Guard have rules to follow; we won’t force a sale. It should be what it should be. If you don’t sell, I’ll go to another shop."
"Sell, sell... fifty Crystal Stones altogether for the senior will be enough," the old man hurriedly said.
Ding Huan estimated that fifty Crystal Stones probably wouldn’t suffice for these items.
Once again, he took out a hundred Crystal Stones and threw them on the counter:
"Let’s say it’s a hundred and twenty Crystal Stones, pack the items for me. And the four unicorns outside, help me send them to the City Patrol Guard."
"Yes, thank you, senior," the old man said, his tone still sincere and fearful.
Ten minutes later, Ding Huan left the only general goods store.
This time, Ding Huan wasn’t satisfied because he scored the talisman pen and Array Flags; it was the fact that he had casually killed Pan Qi and Gu Zhanjian.
Certainly, with these two troublemakers gone, West Wind City will surely be a lot more peaceful from now on.
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