Published: November 30, -0001
“YOU…” The two were instantly enraged.
“Looking for death!”
With a furious shout, a terrifying killing intent surged from their bodies. Boom! The two of them struck simultaneously, one in front and one behind, clearly intending to kill Qin Chen on the spot.
What they had claimed about needing to give two-thirds was just a casual remark; the two had clearly been harboring the intent to kill Qin Chen and had been looking for an opportunity all along.
“You little brat, how naive! Just a commoner from the lower four domains, where do you get the courage to defy this emperor? Go die!”
The young man in front coldly shouted, his long sword radiating a blinding light as it stabbed directly toward Qin Chen's forehead, his actions ruthless and devoid of mercy.
“Extreme Killing Sword!”
Qin Chen couldn’t be bothered to waste words. His gaze turned icy as he raised his hand and casually slashed out with the Extreme Killing Sword.
Boom!
It felt as if a terrifying killing intent enveloped the heavens and earth, densely packed sword qi infused with dreadful thunder clashed against the young man's striking light.
With a crack, the sword light unleashed by the young man shattered, while the sword qi unleashed by Qin Chen completely enveloped him.
“Aah!” A scream erupted; the young man didn’t even have time to react to what had happened. Countless sword intents, imbued with killing intent, pierced through his body, raising a cloud of blood mist.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
The blood mist billowed, and in an instant, the young man exploded into a fine mist, turning to ashes.
“Wang Chong!”
Behind Qin Chen, another person, wielding a battle knife, stared in horror at this scene, letting out a terrified shout as his body trembled.
His cultivation was only slightly stronger than Qin Chen’s, and Qin Chen had just broken through to Martial Emperor in the Alchemy Pavilion. Even though they were both talented, their strength should have been comparable.
But Qin Chen had killed Wang Chong with a single sword strike! How could this not shock him?
Roar!
He bellowed, his eyes wide open. A phantom emerged above his head, and in an instant, his aura surged. A towering blade light erupted from his battle knife, viciously slashing toward Qin Chen's back.
He knew that it was no longer possible to stop now. Qin Chen would never let him go. His only chance was to seize the moment Qin Chen killed Wang Chong to severely injure him; perhaps that would give him a glimmer of hope.
Boom!
The blade light struck down, crashing onto Qin Chen's body with a resounding roar.
“I did it!”
He rejoiced.
Even if Qin Chen’s strength was formidable, he would surely be heavily injured under his strike, significantly weakening his combat power.
Yet the feedback from the battle knife caused his expression to change dramatically. Boom! The battle knife hit Qin Chen, but it felt as if he had struck empty air.
Puff!
Before his eyes, Qin Chen’s figure instantly shattered but did not spill a drop of blood.
“Not good, it’s an afterimage!”
He was alarmed. Before he could react, a cold voice echoed from behind him.
“I’m right here!”
This voice, like a ghost, carried a chilling aura that made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his body stiffening.
“Die!”
He roared, turning around and slashing wildly with his knife toward the source of the voice.
“Too slow.”
A soft sigh sounded, followed by a blinding flash of sword light.
Puff!
The sword light swept by, the young man's head widened with shock and rage, suddenly shooting into the sky, blood spraying several feet away.
In the next moment, boom! The sword qi surged, and the young man's body, along with his head, shattered into nothingness.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two storage rings immediately fell into Qin Chen's hands.
“Just these two, and they dare to rob me!”
Qin Chen scoffed, putting away the two storage rings. Just as he was about to continue searching for You Qianxue, he suddenly sensed a change in his storage ring.
At that moment, Qin Chen saw that the thousands of seventh-grade spiritual herbs and over a hundred eighth-grade spiritual herbs in his storage ring had been ravaged by more than half.