Martial Master

“Puchi!”

Again spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, Mo Li was almost driven to madness.

This time it was not from being injured, but from anger.

He had originally thought that after breaking through to Martial King, his combat power would soar, allowing him to suppress Qin Chen and redeem his past humiliation.

Who would have thought the result would be even more miserable? Back in Ancient Southern Capital, he could at least fight Qin Chen to a standstill for dozens of rounds.

But just now, Qin Chen stood there, allowing him to attack. He couldn't even break through the opponent's defense, and Qin Chen didn't even look at him once. How much was he being ignored?

A humiliation, unprecedented humiliation.

Thinking of this, Mo Li exploded with rage again, blood spurting from his mouth.

However, no matter how angry he was, the terrifying aura ahead made him step back repeatedly, for Qin Chen had already stood alongside that jade bottle like lightning.

“Clang!”

The mysterious rusty sword transformed into a terrifying stream of light, crazily slashing toward the jade bottle, accompanied by terrible thunderlight, as if wrapped in a layer of heavenly net.

Crackling!

The thunderlight surged, the sun shone brightly, and the entire cave was filled with deep blue thunderlight, as if it had suddenly sunk into a sea of thunder.

Knowing the power of this jade bottle, which concealed an ancient Demon Lord, Qin Chen dared not be careless and unleashed all his strength right from the start.

“Good kid, you dare to attack this Demon Lord! It seems you’re tired of living, seeking death!”

The jade bottle, initially engaged in a fierce battle with the skeleton helmsman, was immediately furious when it saw the thunderlight approaching. What are you, to dare to take the initiative against me?

Black demonic energy erupted from the jade bottle, spewing toward Qin Chen. The mouth of the bottle was pitch black, as if containing an endless abyss, exuding an astonishing momentum, which then transformed into a black killing intent that slashed toward him.

Boom!

The terrifying demonic energy collided with the mysterious rusty sword, causing both Qin Chen and the jade bottle to tremble and step back slightly.

Surprisingly, they had reached a stalemate!

If the jade bottle could express emotions, it would certainly be in utter shock at this moment.

Seeing Qin Chen previously disregarding Mo Li's attacks, it understood the opponent's physical strength, but that was all. In terms of strength, Qin Chen was merely a peak mid-stage Martial King of the seventh level. Such a lowly being could be easily killed with a breath at his peak state.

Even now, although the demonic slashing energy he unleashed was not even one-thousandth or one-ten-thousandth of his full strength at his peak, it was not impossible to slay a peak Martial King of the third tier of the seventh level.

But Qin Chen actually withstood it.

He couldn't believe it.

If the opponent had hidden strength, that would be fine, but what was even more terrifying was that the aura on Qin Chen clearly only indicated he was at peak mid-stage of the seventh level!

A peak mid-stage of the seventh level could confront him? When did human martial artists become this frightening?

Just as he was in shock, the skeleton helmsman's attack had already come crashing down again. Boom! Boom! Boom! The white bone whip instantly went berserk, transforming into a sky full of whip shadows, layer upon layer, crazily sweeping toward the jade bottle.

At the same time, he shouted angrily, “Master, let’s join forces to suppress him.”

Without the need for the skeleton helmsman to command, Qin Chen had already charged in, the killing intent in his heart surging, determined to not let this so-called Chi Yan Demon Lord escape his grasp.

With the evil of the Demon Tribe, if it were to escape, the entire Hundred Dynasties would turn into a disaster. The opponent didn’t even know how many Martial Kings the so-called Bloodthirsty Great Law would harm in the Hundred Dynasties.