Martial Master

While Qin Chen and Shui Leqing were engaged in battle.

Boom boom boom...

The fluctuations from their confrontation were accompanied by a thunderous noise that spread outwards.

"Huh? Someone's fighting?"

In a place far away from here, Han Li and Du Qingcheng, who were in the midst of their cultivation, suddenly opened their eyes, standing up abruptly.

"Someone's fighting?"

"Why didn't I hear anything?"

"Eh, it seems there really is a roaring sound."

"This Sword Intent Tower is a place for receiving the inheritance of the Demon Sword, and the perception can't extend very far. Who would fight here?"

Confusion appeared on the faces of many martial artists.

The Sword Intent Tower greatly enhances the Sword Intent of swordsmen, and entering here is a significant opportunity for everyone. Therefore, it is rare for anyone to engage in battle; they are all striving to grasp the Sword Intent, attempting to reach higher levels.

But now, someone was actually fighting here; it was simply wasting a precious opportunity.

"Shui Leqing, it must be Shui Leqing and the others."

Suddenly, Han Li's gaze sharpened, and a grave expression surfaced on his face.

The direction from which the sound was coming was exactly where Shui Leqing and the others had disappeared earlier.

"They must have discovered something. Could it be that they are attacking Xu Yan? Or perhaps against Leng Xingfeng? Or, is it Qin Chen?"

Han Li's eyes flickered. He knew Shui Leqing well; if given the chance, he would definitely act against these other seed disciples for the sake of the position of the sect's heir.

"I must go take a look."

With this thought, Han Li immediately dashed towards the source of the faint roaring sound with incredible speed, disappearing into the gray mist in the blink of an eye.

"Brother Han, I’m coming too."

Swish!

After Han Li dashed out, Du Qingcheng naturally wouldn’t lag behind; his figure flickered and he followed closely.

"Let’s go, we should check it out too."

"Who exactly is fighting in the Sword Intent Tower?"

"Quick, let’s hurry over."

Swish swish swish.

The numerous martial artists following Han Li soared into the air, heading in the same direction.

Not just Han Li and the others; at this moment, more than a hundred martial artists had entered the third level of the Sword Intent Tower. Although the area was shrouded in gray mist and quite vast, the commotion from the earlier confrontation between Qin Chen and Shui Leqing was too great, especially the final strike of the Zhen Mo Ding shattering the Hun Yuan Ding, which sounded like the collapse of heaven itself and was transmitted far away.

In an instant, many martial artists who heard the commotion were astonished and, after some contemplation, flew towards the source of the roar.

Qin Chen, of course, was unaware that he had startled so many martial artists. Even if he knew, he couldn’t consider it anymore, as the blood-red light formed from the bloodline curse had already become a streak of flowing light, instantly appearing before his eyes.

He knew that once this bloodline curse entered his body, he would have nowhere to hide and would certainly be detected by the experts of the Demon Sword Sect.

"Bloodline Seal!"

At this moment, Qin Chen's hair stood on end, his gaze icy cold as he fixated on the blood-red light. Just when the bloodline curse was about to strike him, he quickly formed numerous hand seals with both hands.

Swish swish swish!

Qin Chen's hands moved rapidly, and in an instant, it was as if he transformed into a phantom. A large amount of bloodline power fused with true essence, eventually forming a complex rune in the void, blocking the blood-red light before him.

Buzz!

The bloodline curse from Shui Leqing suddenly exuded a chilling and violent aura, trying to break through the void rune and penetrate Qin Chen's body. But Qin Chen's hands moved swiftly again, and the void rune emitted a terrifying aura, like a massive net, instantly enveloping Shui Leqing's blood-red curse and forming a blood-red orb.