Martial Master

~Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!~ Countless scorching attacks enveloped Qin Chen, who struggled to control the Demon Suppression Cauldron, managing to block the attacks from the Sun Flame Profound Wheel time and again.

“This cauldron really is impressive,” Ling Jun thought, secretly amazed. However, the more he recognized the power of the Demon Suppression Cauldron in front of Qin Chen, the more excited he became.

“Master, when is it my turn to make an appearance?” The skeleton helmsman in the cauldron could no longer restrain himself and asked quietly.

“Not yet,” Qin Chen pretended to be on the verge of collapse while angrily replying, “Don’t act just yet. If Ling Jun discovers your presence, it’ll be bad.”

“He’s just a mere early-stage peak Martial Emperor. Once I make my move, he’ll be easy to handle,” the skeleton helmsman said dismissively. With his cultivation level, he had long since restored himself to the early-stage peak Martial Emperor, which made Ling Jun seem insignificant in his eyes.

But Qin Chen was very serious: “Killing him is easy, but the key is to strike decisively. If he gets the chance to relay any information, we’ll be in danger.” The skeleton helmsman absolutely could not reveal himself carelessly; once exposed, he must ensure a decisive victory. Otherwise, if the news reached the Enforcement Hall, even the Pill Pavilion could not protect him.

Thus, even though there were times Qin Chen wanted to counterattack, he held back, feeling that the timing was not yet right. Ling Jun summoned the power of the Nine Suns Star Wheel, and Qin Chen instantly felt an even more terrifying heat. A gigantic pale white profound wheel, several dozen meters wide, was crushing toward him.

Ling Jun was putting in his all. Qin Chen couldn't help but sigh inwardly—truly, he was the Martial Emperor prodigy of the Ling family in the Martial Domain. If he were just an ordinary early-stage Martial Emperor, how could he pose such a threat? Qin Chen was actually feeling a bit pressured.

If Ling Jun knew of Qin Chen's mental reflections at that moment, he would surely be enraged to the point of spitting blood. A mere half-step Martial Emperor was able to inflict such strain on a near-equal eighth-stage Martial Emperor! What else did Qin Chen want?

He had once been a prodigy himself, adept at fighting above his level. Did he really wish to kill another prodigy with an even higher level?

Ling Jun would not understand that Qin Chen held such thoughts. To Qin Chen, not being able to defeat Ling Jun signified his own failure. How could he then speak of competing with the likes of Shangguan Xier? Revenge?

“Kid, do you still want to resist?” Ling Jun laughed loudly upon seeing Qin Chen tremble and his face grow pale. “I’ll see how much longer you can hold on.” He sneered internally; under the attacks of the Sun Flame Profound Wheel, even an early-stage peak Martial Emperor would struggle to escape, let alone a mere half-step Martial Emperor.

So he was not worried about Qin Chen escaping. What he needed to do was wait for Qin Chen to collapse completely and then ruthlessly eliminate him. However, he did not intend to kill him immediately but rather to enjoy torturing him. Moreover, Ling Jun had a feeling that with all the treasures on this kid's body, he must have some sort of secret. To simply kill him would be cheapening his efforts.

**Boom! Boom!** The terrifying sounds of crushing echoed throughout the surrounding space. Qin Chen was crushed by the white light of the Sun Flame Profound Wheel, leaving no trace.

“I’ll fight you to the end!” Suddenly, a fierce roar erupted. Ling Jun sensed an explosive surge of aura from beneath the white light, alongside a dreadful green aura that rapidly spread, pushing back his white flames a little.

What? Ling Jun's heart sank. This green fire could actually evade the attacks of his Sun Flame Profound Wheel? Could it really be what the other party claimed—a heavenly fire? If such terrifying power could erupt from a mere half-step Martial Emperor, what would happen if it were in his hands? Could he not directly contend with a late-stage Martial Emperor then?