Martial Master

At this moment, Ding Qianqiu wore an expression of shock and anger, his clothes in tatters, looking utterly disheveled, completely losing the domineering aura and might of a peak Martial King at the third level of the seventh rank.

He looked at Qin Chen with shock and fury, his eyes revealing an immense anger and fear.

"Old Ancestor!"

"Lord Ding Qianqiu!"

The other seventh-rank Martial Kings of the Da Qian Dynasty expressed their shock and anger, their eyes filled with horror and dread. One by one, they rushed to Ding Qianqiu's side, trembling in mind and spirit!

As for the others at the scene, they were all dumbstruck.

Although the whole process seemed long, in reality, it all happened in an instant. They saw the once invincible Ding Qianqiu covered in blood, looking as if he had walked out from the gates of hell.

Each of them was filled with inexplicable fear.

What happened?

Were they seeing things?

Had the genius of the Da Wei Dynasty, Qin Chen, along with Bloodhand King and that black cat, almost killed Ding Qianqiu? How was that possible?

Everyone was dumbfounded, gasping in disbelief.

Ding Qianqiu was the ancestor of the Da Qian Dynasty, one of the seven upper-tier dynasties in the Hundred Dynasties, with a cultivation level that reached the third peak of the seventh rank.

A normal peak seventh-rank Martial King would be like a chick before him, easily slain. He was the supreme being in the Hundred Dynasties, a figure who could shake the entire Hundred Dynasties with just a stamp of his foot.

Yet, he had almost been slain here by a boy not yet twenty. Was this a ghost?

At this moment, everyone found it hard to believe, their eyes nearly popping out, horrified as they looked at Qin Chen.

Zhuo Qingfeng and others also looked at Qin Chen in shock. Although they knew Qin Chen's talent was extraordinary and terrifying, they had not expected him to be strong enough to nearly slay the ancestor Ding Qianqiu of the Da Qian Dynasty.

"This boy is really just a genius?"

The other ancestors of the seven great dynasties were also dumbfounded. Ding Qianqiu was a figure of the same level as them, and to be nearly slain by a boy like Qin Chen shook their hearts more than anyone else.

However, Qin Chen appeared remarkably calm.

"What bad luck. I didn’t expect this old ghost Ding to have a death substitute talisman, allowing him to escape a disaster."

With a casual wave of his hand, the black Fan Tian Seal instantly shrank and fell into Qin Chen's hand. He looked at the weakened but alert Ding Qianqiu, who was channeling his True Essence to the fullest, and couldn't help but shake his head.

Earlier, he had taken advantage of Ding Qianqiu's carelessness, using Bloodhand King to suddenly strike, which caught Ding Qianqiu off guard. When Ding Qianqiu’s attention was fully on Bloodhand King, he struck hard.

And under such circumstances, the other seven great dynasty ancestors and the mid-seventh rank Martial Kings of the Da Qian Dynasty were also unable to react in time.

That was how close he had come to slaying Ding Qianqiu.

But who would have thought that Ding Qianqiu had a treasure like the death substitute talisman? A death substitute talisman can allow a martial artist to withstand a fatal attack once. If it weren't for this talisman, Ding Qianqiu would certainly have died by his hands. Qin Chen, who had gained the upper hand, would never have given him a chance to react.

But now, it was evident that the opportunity had been missed.

Now, Ding Qianqiu was on guard, and the others had also reacted. Although Ding Qianqiu's strength had diminished significantly due to his severe injuries, killing him now would be even harder than before.

"Forget it, I'll just have to find another opportunity later."

Shaking his head, Qin Chen showed no signs of disappointment.

If he could kill Ding Qianqiu, he would naturally be happy, but if not, it was no big deal.

After all, Ding Qianqiu would sooner or later die by his hands, and on this point, Qin Chen was very confident.

"Master, I am incompetent. I failed to kill the old ghost Ding. Please punish me, Master."