Martial Master

“Humph!” Long Batian was furious after several attempts to subdue Fu Qiankun but was still unable to do so. He felt like he was about to explode with anger, wishing to tear Fu Qiankun into countless pieces. However, when faced with the stern shouts of the Extreme Mirror Pill Emperor and others, he had no choice but to stop reluctantly, letting out a cold grunt.

“Given the pleas of you all, I shall spare your life today.”

Long Batian's figure flickered as he disengaged from the battle and landed on the ground, his face turning ashen, his gaze dark. He knew that continuing to fight could lead to killing Fu Qiankun, but it would take time, and if the Demon Qi Great Array underwent any changes, it would be troublesome.

Seeing Long Batian stop, Fu Qiankun also did not make further moves. He flickered and silently landed beside Qin Chen, like a ghost, utterly silent. Both sides halted, naturally attracting gasps of surprise from the onlookers, each one with their eyes wide open.

Especially the many martial artists from Thunder City could hardly contain their excitement; even though they weren't fighting, seeing Fu Qiankun and Long Batian in such a clash thrilled them. Fu Qiankun was a master of their Thunder City, and although the Black Cult had just been established for a short time, Fu Qiankun's current actions had earned him the recognition of many martial artists from Thunder City, all looking as if they had been invigorated.

“I really didn't expect that in this small Thunder City, hidden dragons and crouching tigers actually exist.” Shangguan Gufeng suddenly approached with a sinister expression, “It seems you have changed your appearance, may I ask for your true name, so that this old one can pay my respects?”

She scrutinized Fu Qiankun, vaguely feeling that he looked somewhat familiar, yet she couldn't recall where she had seen him before.

The Extreme Mirror Pill Emperor and others also looked on with rapt attention, clearly curious about Fu Qiankun's identity. A master who could almost fight to a standstill with Long Batian couldn’t possibly have just jumped out from nowhere, could he?

At this point, they were unaware that Fu Qiankun was at a disadvantage simply because he couldn’t reveal his identity; otherwise, they would be even more shocked.

Fu Qiankun's voice was hoarse as he calmly replied, “Just an unknown nobody, not worth mentioning, I won’t embarrass myself in front of you esteemed individuals.”

Shangguan Gufeng and others scoffed, unknown nobody? But Fu Qiankun was unwilling to speak, and they couldn’t press him further. They silently pondered: Chen Qing, He Bei the Old Man, Black Cult? It seemed there were no such individuals on the continent before; what exactly was his background?

“Well then, since you do not wish to reveal, we cannot force you, but…” Lou Zimo’s gaze flickered as he cupped his hands toward Qin Chen, “This young brother previously asked me not to act, could it be that you’ve sensed something? Please enlighten me.”

“Senior Lou is being too polite; I was just making random guesses, who would have thought it would actually prove true, what luck!” Qin Chen chuckled.

Lou Zimo’s face twitched, random guesses? Are you fooling me?

“Little brother, since we are all within this great array, we should naturally work together. If you have any insights, please share them for everyone to consider.”

“Yes, little brother, since you have this insight, you must have seen something; why not share it?”

“Why don’t we discuss it together? Wouldn't that be better?”

The Extreme Mirror Pill Emperor and Chu Huahan also spoke up, their eyes blazing, not believing Qin Chen’s claims of luck.

Qin Chen was helpless, knowing that if he didn’t say something, these people would likely not let him go easily. He faintly remarked, “There’s nothing much to say; I just closely observed these stone pillars and suddenly thought of a legend.”

Lou Zimo asked, “What legend? Feel free to speak.”