Martial Master

At this moment, more than twenty people were sent flying by Qin Chen, like weeds caught in a storm, almost about to break, before finally being uprooted and thrown back.

“Ah!”

A large group of people screamed in agony as over twenty fell to the ground, smoke rising, blood bursting forth, their cries filled with horror, feeling as if their bodies were about to explode right there.

Such dominance; Qin Chen stretched his body like a wild beast, charging into the crowd, every part of him capable of attack, while his fists moved with lightning speed.

Boom!

He punched out, colliding with one person, who instantly had their bones shattered, flying back and colliding with two others, resulting in a dreadful scream.

Simultaneously, this group lost all combat ability after hitting the ground, as they all suffered excruciating pain, their organs feeling as if they were crushed; it was too brutal.

“How can this kid be so strong?!”

Someone trembled in disbelief.

It was important to note that dozens, even hundreds of Martial Emperors were attacking together, yet Qin Chen, no matter how strong he was, should not have been able to knock over more than twenty people in an instant; it was terrifying, making their hairs stand on end.

Everyone felt like they were facing a prehistoric ferocious beast; it was too horrifying, making their souls tremble.

Even some half-step Martial Gods felt their hearts race, as if they were subjected to an invisible suppression on their souls.

As a fellow half-step Martial God, how could this person be so powerful?

“Impossible!”

Even Zhu Anzhi in the sky trembled in his voice, realizing that Qin Chen had not yet used his full strength; otherwise, with such power, he could easily injure himself. Why would he need to keep fleeing?

At this moment, Qin Chen stood in the center, unmoving, his eyes shooting out terrifying light, looking down at everyone like a demon god, shaking the entire area.

People realized that Qin Chen was far stronger than them, as if they were not even on the same level.

“No wonder he dares to challenge Young Master Xu!” someone trembled.

“Don't be afraid, don't scare yourselves; he’s just one person. No matter how strong he is, he has his limits. Once he exhausts his true energy, how could he possibly be our opponent?”

Someone encouraged their morale, speaking loudly.

“Right, we are all strong in the Martial Domain; how could we fear just one person? If this gets out, how will we face ourselves?”

Others roared in anger, feeling fear but not daring to retreat. After all, they had come to ally with the Ji family, so they had to show a strong front. If so many were to back down against a single young man, how would the Ji family view them?

Thus, they could only advance, not retreat.

Not far away, Ji Ruri's gaze was grave as he exclaimed in shock, “So strong! Can this young man really confront Xu Dongsheng?”

“It can’t be, Xu Dongsheng is a Nineth Level Martial God, and the two of them are not even on the same level. Even if this Iron Bull is strong, he cannot be a match for Xu Dongsheng,” Ji Ruxing scoffed, gritting his teeth in hatred.

Originally, he came here to watch Qin Chen's humiliation, but who knew he would witness Qin Chen displaying such might, making him bitterly resentful and even more frustrated.

“Go, defeat him! Otherwise, what face do we have to stay in the Ji family?”

Someone roared angrily and attacked once again.

“Bring it on, I’ll break through you!”

“Roar!”

On the battlefield, Qin Chen let out a long howl and charged into the crowd, testing his success.

If he unleashed his full cultivation, these peak Martial Emperors and half-step Martial Gods would probably be killed in an instant, turned into meat paste.

However, he couldn't do that; this was the Ji family, and he had to restrain his aura, even avoiding the use of special techniques, suppressing himself to the half-step Martial God realm to clash with these people.

In other words, Qin Chen was crazily suppressing his cultivation, and for him, this was also a form of training, a way to test the success of his own cultivation.