Martial Master

The Fourth Prince Zhao Wei looked at the fading figures of the Ghost Immortal Sect and the talents from the Great Wei Kingdom, feeling worried in his heart: "It seems that three days later, during the preliminary competition, the Ghost Immortal Sect and the Great Wei Kingdom will come hard at us."

Princess Zi Xun sneered: "If they want to kill us, can’t we kill them? In terms of strength, we are not weaker than them."

Qin Chen glanced at Princess Zi Xun. Although she was just a woman, her character was exceedingly resolute.

On the other hand, the strongest, Qin Feng, did not speak. He merely glanced at Qin Chen from the corner of his eye.

His slight movement was still keenly captured by Qin Chen.

It seems that Qin Feng's desire to kill me has not diminished; then bring it on." Qin Chen's eyes narrowed, his heart grew cold, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Qin Feng thought he could easily manipulate me; when he makes his move, he’ll know what regret is.

Xiao Zhan said solemnly: "You guys should be more careful. Don’t underestimate the Great Wei Kingdom and the Ghost Immortal Sect. Although we have a mid-Heaven Level genius on our side, I’ve observed that Cao Heng from the Great Wei Kingdom should also be able to break through to mid-Heaven Level in three days. Moreover, their overall strength is slightly stronger than ours, and if they join forces, their advantage will be considerable."

Xiao Zhan felt heavy in his heart. Regardless of how excellent the talents entering the Blood Spirit Pool this time were, the basic strength of the Great Wei Kingdom and the Ghost Immortal Sect was still stronger than that of the Great Qi Kingdom. Now that they have joined forces, it remains quite dangerous.

A group of people returned to their respective camps.

Suddenly, Qin Chen felt a chilling gaze.

Turning his head, his expression froze, turning bitter.

He saw that on the side of the Ling Tian Sect, You Qianxue was looking at him with a cold expression, her eyes revealing a killing intent.

Qin Chen awkwardly scratched his nose, feeling speechless.

Wasn’t it just that he had accidentally seen some things? Did it really require such animosity towards him? They had already come out of the Blood Spirit Pool, yet she was still fixated on him. Was it really necessary?!

Upon returning to the camp, the other talented disciples of the Great Qi Kingdom had already gathered around, looking at Qin Chen and the others with envious expressions.

Damn, the Blood Spirit Pool is indeed the Blood Spirit Pool! Just a few days of time, and even the weakest among them has broken through to the peak of Earth Level late stage!"

Someone was shocked, their eyes wide open.

What does this mean? I heard that the one who persisted till the end in this Blood Spirit Pool was Qin Feng, the grandson of King Wu, who stayed for almost three days and broke through to mid-Heaven Level, setting a new record for the Blood Spirit Pool."

A martial artist who was aware of the news couldn't help but show off.

Hiss, that’s impressive! It seems we are blessed in this preliminary competition among the five countries."

Other martial artists had their eyes shining brightly. A strong talent from their own country would have a positive impact during the preliminary competition.

Wait, I heard that it was Qin Chen who persisted till the end, right?" someone questioned, puzzled.

I also heard it was Qin Chen."

Others who were well-informed chimed in.

You guys wouldn’t understand. The one who persisted till the end was indeed Qin Chen, but" that person revealed a strange expression and left them hanging.

But what?" others expressed their dissatisfaction, wanting to know what he meant.

Seeing that it was about to provoke public anger, that person finally said: "But it is said that Qin Chen stopped accepting the baptism on the second day and got lost in the formation of the Blood Spirit Pool, which is why he stayed for more than four days."

What? Lost?

Everyone was dumbfounded, almost fainting.