Published: December 25, 2024
“Puff!”
In the next moment, blood spattered, and a head soared into the sky. Yang Ling stared wide-eyed in shock and anger, unable to believe everything that had transpired. His entire body was shredded into pieces under the intersecting sword qi, leaving him with no complete corpse.
Whoosh!
Following that, Yang Ling's war spear and storage ring instantly fell into Qin Chen's hands.
What? Yang Ling is dead?
The whole process felt long, but in reality, it occurred in an instant. The remaining warriors were all terrified, each almost unable to believe their own eyes.
Just moments ago, Qin Chen was on the brink of death under their siege, and it seemed he would be captured. Yet in the blink of an eye, one of the two greatest talents among them, Yang Ling, was instantly killed. Such a reversal sent chills down everyone’s spine, raising their hairs in fear.
“Seven Kills Sword, kill!”
They were shocked, but Qin Chen showed no hesitation. With a single sword strike, he killed Yang Ling. The sword intent within Qin Chen erupted recklessly, a force powerful enough to crush everyone spreading outwards. Instantly, all of them gasped for breath, feeling as if they were in hell.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
Countless rays of sword light erupted from Qin Chen, the third level of the Sword Control Technique, merging man and sword, accompanied by the second form of the Ultimate Killing Sword—Seven Kills Sword. Countless sword intents transformed into sword qi, sweeping towards Wu Jun and the other six swordsmen, enveloping them like a storm.
“No!”
“How is this possible!”
“Don’t!”
Puff puff puff puff...
Blood flew everywhere, and blood mist filled the air. How powerful was Qin Chen when he exerted himself fully? Even an initial stage Martial Emperor could go toe to toe, how could these peak mid-stage seventh rank talents withstand it? In an instant, they were slaughtered into a blood mist, losing their heads on the spot.
“Impossible, how can this be…”
At this moment, Shui Leqing was completely dumbfounded. The power that Qin Chen displayed had utterly shocked him.
With one sword, seven sword path geniuses fell. This level of strength, even for him, might not be achievable.
He was greatly alarmed, and before he could react, the mysterious rusty sword in Qin Chen's hand had already unleashed a ray of sword light, sweeping towards him.
Shui Leqing's face turned pale. With a roar, he instantly raised his long sword, shooting out a beam of sword light. With a bang, his sword light barely held for less than a moment before being shattered by Qin Chen's sword qi. The terrifying sword intent enveloped Shui Leqing, and before the sword strike landed, numerous sword marks appeared all over his body.
“Damn it, Hunyuan Ding!”
Shui Leqing roared angrily. Suddenly, a black ancient cauldron appeared above his head, spinning quickly, blocking in front of him.
“Bang, bang, bang…”
Several muffled sounds rang out. The enormous Hunyuan Ding above Shui Leqing's head had turned into a fast-spinning grinding disc, blocking the sword qi from Qin Chen's mysterious rusty sword. The black giant cauldron trembled violently but managed to withstand Qin Chen's attack.
Puff!
However, Shui Leqing was also in a bad situation, his body shook violently, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, his complexion as pale as paper.
On the opposite side, Qin Chen was surprised to see that his sword had not succeeded.
Hunyuan Ding? What kind of true treasure is this? Its defensive ability is so formidable? That last sword of mine could severely injure even a half-step Martial Emperor, yet it was completely blocked by this black cauldron.
Recalling his own Zhenmo Ding, Qin Chen couldn’t help but be speechless. It seemed he had a strong affinity with cauldron-type treasures recently.
“Who... who exactly are you?”
After blocking Qin Chen's attack, Shui Leqing stared at Qin Chen in anger, no longer possessing the calmness and confidence he had earlier. In his eyes, there was nothing but endless rage and fear.