Martial Master

Qin Chen had a certain mastery and understanding of the Spatial Law, so his speed of comprehension this time was naturally astonishing.

“Heh, there's a bit of skill here. You've grasped a hint of spatial power so quickly. No wonder you’re so arrogant.”

At this moment, a voice sounded, and a figure appeared not far from Qin Chen's closed-door cultivation. It was Ling Yi, who wore a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, staring at Qin Chen.

“Aren't you supposed to be cultivating there? Have you come here to worship me?” Qin Chen opened his eyes and said淡淡道.

At this moment, everyone else was in closed-door cultivation, comprehending and training, honing themselves. Although he had long known that Ling Yi would come looking for trouble, this was too impatient.

What kind of grudge could make him find trouble so quickly? The other party probably hadn’t even warmed his seat in closed-door cultivation.

“Worship you? You think too highly of yourself. Can't you tell that this Young Master has come to see you? Is there no etiquette left?” Seeing Qin Chen show no surprise, Ling Yi revealed a look of astonishment.

“What are you even worth for me to worship?” Qin Chen laughed.

“Kid, I didn't expect you to still be so arrogant here. Back in the imperial palace, you hid in your room for three months and barely escaped. Now in this Ancient Yu Realm, with nowhere to hide, you still dare to be so arrogant. Truly, the ignorant are fearless.” Ling Yi said coldly, “Seeing this Young Master here, aren't you going to kneel down?”

“Kneel? You're just a mere Half-Step Martial Emperor. What are you pretending to be?” Qin Chen said unafraid,淡淡道. “I’ll give you a chance to kneel before me. Perhaps I can spare you for your disrespect.”

“Haha…” Ling Yi laughed heartily, filled with disdain. In his eyes, Qin Chen clearly had no idea of his own insignificance and dared to speak so shamelessly. Did he think that just because he had blocked a move from Ouyang Nana, he was invincible? He had seen that punch; although Qin Chen had blocked it, he was also injured. Even though he wasn't as strong as Ouyang Nana, capturing Qin Chen would probably only take ten moves.

“Unaware of his own mortality, do you know that I don’t even need to move to make you kneel?” Ling Yi looked down at him, “Let me show you the power of my bloodline.”

A layer of purple-red aura appeared around his body, and it was astonishingly intimidating from the moment it emerged, carrying a unique aura. Then, a breath reminiscent of something from prehistory spread out, magnificent and ancient, overwhelming and terrifying.

Within that aura, a figure appeared vaguely, like a prehistoric king, suppressing heaven and earth. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking down upon the mortal realm, where countless beings worshipped and bowed.

“Ren Wang Bloodline?” Qin Chen was astonished, not expecting Ling Yi's bloodline to be the extremely rare Ren Wang Bloodline.

As the name suggests, the Ren Wang Bloodline is born from the kings of humanity. The birth of such a bloodline is exceedingly difficult, generally occurring when one’s ancestors had once been kings of the human race and were worshipped day and night.

In an instant, Qin Chen felt a tightening of his scalp, and his soul trembled, sensing an unprecedented pressure, one that shook his very soul and crossed through space, crushing towards him.

This was an instinctive worship, akin to how a minister would tremble in fear before an emperor, an inexplicable shiver, reminiscent of the suppression between blood beasts.

Boom! A powerful aura burst forth. Ling Yi was quite pleased with Qin Chen's reaction. His Ren Wang Bloodline was incredibly formidable; without an opposing heavenly bloodline, one would instinctively feel the urge to submit.

But Qin Chen was just a commoner from the Northern Heavenly Domain. What kind of heavenly bloodline could he possibly possess? It was likely just some insignificant bloodline, not worthy of concern.