Martial Master

Blood Hand King was filled with boiling blood energy, his entire being was filled with rage, and his eyes were filled with anger and unwillingness.

Yes, Blood Hand King was born in poverty, not from some noble family of the Da Qian Dynasty.

But he had worked hard, endured countless hardships, and suffered indignities that others had never endured, before finally breaking through to become a Martial King, recognized by the royal family of the Da Qian Dynasty, becoming one of the Martial Kings of the dynasty.

In the dynasty, he was not valued, and he accepted it.

He surpassed many initial stage seven Martial Kings, yet he was repeatedly sent to slaughter other sects and fought desperately against other powerful Martial Kings, and he accepted that too.

He knew that many noble Martial Kings of the Da Qian Dynasty did not see him as one of their kind but regarded him merely as a dog of the royal family of the Da Qian Dynasty.

He accepted all of this.

Even when he entered the Heavenly Demon Secret Realm, he was directly sent to the Martial Venerable area to protect Shen Mengchen and the others, he did not voice any complaints.

He understood that he was born lowly, and if he wanted to stand with others, he had to expend more effort and energy than anyone else.

He had no regrets about this.

However, when after decades of hard work he finally became a Martial King and stood seemingly at the same position as others, he realized that all his efforts were in vain.

Contempt was ever-present.

As a Martial King, his resources were always less than others.

At the same time, as a Martial King, his tasks were always heavier than others.

He had to fight for his life to earn a position in the Da Qian Dynasty, while others could indulge in leisurely cultivation, waiting for resources to come to them.

Why was that?

Was it just because others were born into noble families while he was born lowly?

Especially when he had just broken through to the mid-level of the seventh stage, thinking he could become significantly different, yet still being mocked, looked down upon, and scorned by this group of people.

He suddenly felt that all his efforts had lost their meaning in an instant.

"Hehe!"

He laughed, a bitter laugh, as if a knife had pierced his heart.

His eyes turned blood red, and then, with his right hand, he tightly gripped the neck of a Martial King, coldly saying, "I'll say it again, where did Ding Qianqiu go? And what about that Martial King of the Great Wei Dynasty, have you all seen him?"

His cold voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, erupting from the mouth of Blood Hand King, known as the executioner of the Da Qian Dynasty.

"Blood Hand King, you are bold."

"Let go of the Spirit King at once."

"The Spirit King is a disciple under the Old Ancestor; do you want to die?"

One by one, the Martial Kings were stunned, even forgetting how Blood Hand King had captured the Spirit King in an instant, and they yelled in anger.

Especially the leading Iron Arm King, who had a fierce glint in his eyes, was furious.

The Spirit King was different from the previously killed Hong Feng King; Hong Feng King was merely a Martial King under the Fu Cheng Dynasty of the Da Qian Dynasty.

However, the Spirit King was a disciple of Old Ancestor Ding Qianqiu.

If anything happened to the Spirit King, this leader who remained behind would definitely be punished by the Old Ancestor.

As for the Spirit King himself, he screamed like a pig being slaughtered, glaring in anger and saying, "Blood Hand King, how dare you treat me like this? Who gave you the guts to do this? Let me down right now, are you trying to get yourself killed?"

The Spirit King struggled angrily, trying to break free from Blood Hand King's grip.

But it was useless; Blood Hand King's claws seemed like iron hoops, firmly restraining him. Not only could he not break free, but the grip also tightened and became more painful.

"Blood Hand King, what are you wasting time for?" Qin Chen said coldly, frowning.

"Fine, you don’t want to speak, right?" Hearing Qin Chen's words, Blood Hand King shuddered, snapping back to his senses from his anger, and a fierce glint suddenly flashed in his eyes as his true essence erupted violently.