Martial Master

“Are you the one looking for death, Bald Tail Cat!”

Blood Hand King sneered, extending his large hand, and with a loud rumble, a huge blood-colored palm appeared in the sky.

On that palm, intricate patterns emerged, exuding an unprecedented overwhelming pressure, at least several times stronger than Blood Hand King's attack before his breakthrough, rumbling down.

Boom boom boom!

The void shook, producing intense explosive sounds, as if the heavens were collapsing and the earth was splitting.

“And you, stinky brat, wait until this king finishes teaching this dead cat a lesson, then I'll deal with you!”

Coldly glancing at Qin Chen, Blood Hand King said with a vicious smile.

“Damn it, you're the dead cat.”

A furious roar sounded, and the big black cat's figure swayed. With a swoosh, it instantly crossed through the blockade of the blood-colored palm and appeared right in front of Blood Hand King.

“Slap!”

With a flash of sharp claws, several blood marks instantly appeared on Blood Hand King's face. At the same time, his head spun, and he was immediately sent flying, crashing into the ground with a loud bang.

“Pfft!”

A mouthful of fresh blood spewed out, and Blood Hand King shot up from the ground, covering his blood-stained left cheek, incredulous and furious, saying, “How is this possible?”

He was a mid-level Martial King of the seventh stage, and after his breakthrough, his strength had at least increased several times. How could he not be a match for a black cat?

“How is it possible, you idiot? You’ve only just broken through to the mid-level of the seventh stage! Damn it, what are you pretending for?”

The big black cat said angrily, its figure swaying again, transforming into an afterimage.

Bang bang bang!

Blood Hand King instantly became like a sandbag, constantly hammered into the ground by the big black cat, covered in blood, and utterly helpless, without any power to fight back.

After just a dozen slashes, Blood Hand King was already unrecognizable, with not a single intact part of his body.

What frustrated him even more was that the big black cat's attacks included soul attacks, making his head dizzy and unable to mount an effective defense.

“Alright, stop. If you keep hitting him, he’s going to die.”

A cold voice sounded, and it was Qin Chen persuading from mid-air.

Only then did the big black cat stop, placing one hand on its hip and stepping on Blood Hand King, saying, “So, are you convinced now?”

“I’m convinced, I’m convinced!”

Blood Hand King cried directly, this was just too tragic.

Being beaten by a cat until he couldn't recognize his own parents, how was he supposed to survive from now on?

“Hmph, then do you still dare to challenge this king? Still shouting?”

The big black cat lifted Blood Hand King up, speaking proudly.

“I don’t dare anymore, I don’t dare at all, Cat Emperor, no, Cat Master, please spare me, I won’t dare again.”

Blood Hand King sobbed uncontrollably, originally thinking that after his breakthrough, he could show off and give Qin Chen and this dead cat a good lesson, but who would have thought he was the one being bullied.

“That's more like it. Cat Master, hmm, that title is nice, from now on, you will call me Cat Master, did you hear?”

The big black cat stood with one hand on its hip and the other patting Blood Hand King's cheek, looking like a mafia boss.

“Yes, Cat Master!”

Blood Hand King was so angry he spat blood, saying nervously, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to hide in.

Fortunately, after saying this, the big black cat let him go.

“I heard you still wanted to deal with me?”

Before Blood Hand King could catch his breath, Qin Chen's figure had already landed beside him, his gaze icy as he looked at him.

“N-no, I don’t dare!”

Blood Hand King trembled inexplicably, looking at Qin Chen's indifferent face, a hint of fear surged deep within his heart.

At this moment, he remembered that back in the Ruins Palace, Qin Chen had even killed the Ghost Old Man of the Blood Demon Sect.