Martial Master

Seeing that Qin Chen did not seem to be lying, Blood Hand Wang let out a cold snort, his eyes flashing with a fierce light. With a shake of his right hand, the true essence within him erupted violently, instantly crashing into the head of Iron Arm Wang.

Boom!

Iron Arm Wang was like a small chicken being lifted up, completely without any power to resist. His head burst apart in an instant, and his limbs dangled down; he was dead beyond recovery.

Nearby, the other Martial Kings felt a chill rising from the soles of their feet, spreading throughout their bodies.

Iron Arm Wang, a mid-stage seventh level Martial King left behind by the ancestor, was just killed like this?

Moreover, there was not the slightest hesitation. Did Blood Hand Wang have his heart set on opposing the Da Qian Dynasty?

After blowing off Iron Arm Wang's head with one palm, Blood Hand Wang felt as if a great stone had dropped in his heart, an unprecedented sense of ease washing over him. Every pore of his body opened up, and he felt an unparalleled clarity within.

Refreshing!

Unbelievably refreshing.

It was as if an electric current instantly spread throughout his body.

If he had remained in the Da Qian Dynasty, even if he had broken through to mid-stage seventh level, he would still have been subject to Iron Arm Wang, forced to follow his arrangements, compliant and submissive.

Even if his status had improved, it would never have been by much.

But now, he could kill whenever he wanted, act whenever he wanted. This kind of exhilarating revenge made his thoughts clearer than ever.

This was what a true strong person should do, wasn't it?

For the first time, Blood Hand Wang felt that submitting to Qin Chen might not be a mistake.

“Blood Hand Wang, bring them over one by one. See if they are willing to speak. If they are not willing, just kill them. What’s the point of keeping them?” Qin Chen said calmly, unaware of the internal struggle Blood Hand Wang was experiencing at this moment.

“Yes.”

With a sinister smile, Blood Hand Wang’s figure flickered, his right hand already gripping the head of another Martial King.

That Martial King had just reached the peak of early-stage seventh level, and he was severely injured, not even able to react before Blood Hand Wang had grabbed his head.

“Speak quickly…” Blood Hand Wang coldly shouted, applying slight pressure with his right hand.

“I…” The Martial King’s face was filled with terror, seemingly still in shock from Iron Arm Wang’s death, unable to respond in time.

Boom!

Impatient, Blood Hand Wang exerted force, and the opponent’s head instantly exploded, blood splattering everywhere.

“Next.”

Blood Hand Wang grabbed another Martial King's head again.

At this moment, Blood Hand Wang was covered in blood, as if he had transformed into a demon.

Only then did everyone react; Blood Hand Wang was known as the butcher of the Da Qian Dynasty, and thousands of martial artists had died at his hands.

That Martial Artist’s face was filled with terror, mouth agape as if wanting to say something, but before he could even start, with a bang, he had already been crushed to death by Blood Hand Wang.

“Too slow.”

Showing impatience, Blood Hand Wang reached for the third Martial King again.

“I’ll talk, I’ll talk…”

Before Blood Hand Wang’s claws could grip him, that Martial King began to wail loudly.

“Our ancestor has gone to the ancient ruins, and the martial artists from the Great Wei Dynasty are also there, taken by our ancestor.”

The Martial King was weeping, appearing more like a helpless girl than a powerful Martial King.

“Ancient ruins, what kind of place is that?”

“We don’t know either. It was discovered by our ancestor; an ancient ruin appeared deep within the Heavenly Demon Secret Realm, but it is fraught with danger. All the ancestors have entered, but because the place is too dangerous, our ancestor left us behind here and only allowed mid-stage seventh level Martial Kings to enter.”

“Then why were Liu Tai and the others from the Great Wei Dynasty brought in?”