Martial Master

“Oh?” Qin Chen smiled. Wan Xinliang initially just wanted to humiliate him, but by the third strike, he already intended to kill. How could this still be called sparring?

Did he think Qin Chen was an idiot?

“Since you want to kill, what does your chatter matter?” Qin Chen sneered. Since the other party wanted to be aggressive, he had no reason to back down.

The only thing he was wary of was Shui Leqing's status as a seed disciple of the Demon Sword Sect.

“Killing... must be repaid with life!” the martial artist said coldly.

“Yes, repay with life!” the other martial artists yelled in anger.

Shui Leqing and Yang Ling did not speak, but their gazes were sharp, filled with killing intent.

At the same time, a faint pride and confidence surged in their eyes.

Even after witnessing Qin Chen's terrifying strength, they still did not care in the slightest.

In fact, had they seen Qin Chen's strength at the Demon Sword Square, they might have been somewhat wary.

However, after passing through the Silver Sword Path, both of them had advanced from the peak of mid-Seventh Level to late-Seventh Level, their combat power increased several times. Even knowing that Qin Chen was so powerful, they did not take it to heart.

What they cared about was Qin Chen's age—he was ten years younger than them, yet had strength not inferior to theirs before entering the Demon Sword Square!

Doesn't that suggest that in terms of martial arts talent, they were not as good as this wild brat from who knows where?

If Qin Chen were also nearly thirty years old, wouldn’t he be able to easily suppress them?

This made the two of them burn with killing intent. As peerless talents among a royal-level force, they had their pride. It was one thing not to be able to crush opponents of a lower level, but to be suppressed by someone younger than them by ten years was unbearable.

Could it be that they were just ordinary peerless talents while the other party was a ruler among them?

This child must die.

“No one can kill Shui Leqing’s people and leave unscathed!” Shui Leqing, who had remained silent, finally spoke. He looked high and mighty, his gaze condescending, as if a king looking down at his subjects. Coldly, he said, “You should take your own life; at least you can leave behind a complete corpse.”

Qin Chen laughed, “Just killing a loud barker, what’s the big deal?”

“Brother Shui, why is this kid talking so much? This child killed Brother Shui’s person; let me, Yang, take revenge for Brother Shui!” Yang Ling coldly snorted and suddenly appeared before Qin Chen, stretching out five fingers to grab at Qin Chen's throat. He was a late-Seventh Level martial artist and a peerless talent of a royal-level force. Killing someone of a lower level was as easy as drinking water. With this claw, the void trembled, as if a dragon’s roar and a tiger’s howl echoed out. Even a peak late-Seventh Level Martial King facing this strike would have their throat instantly crushed, meeting their demise.

“Qin Chen, be careful!” You Qianxue exclaimed. She could sense Yang Ling’s power; he was a top talent, at least ten times stronger than Wan Xinliang.

“Qianxue, don’t worry. This guy can’t hurt me!” Qin Chen replied with a faint smile, countering with a punch.

Boom!

The two fists collided, and in an instant, vast true essence exploded layer upon layer.

Qin Chen stumbled back seven steps but then steadied himself and laughed, “A peerless talent of a royal-level force, is this all there is?”

Yang Ling also retreated five steps. In this clash, he had gained the upper hand, but his expression was far from good because the result was completely different from what he had expected.

In the exchange, he had already glimpsed Qin Chen's strength—it was merely the peak of mid-Seventh Level.

As for him?

A late-Seventh Level Martial King.

In a situation where he had a clear advantage in cultivation, he was unable to subdue the opponent.

A mere peak mid-Seventh Level Martial King had such strength?