Martial Master

Stepping back a few meters, Qin Chen looked towards Princess Zixun and said, “Zixun, why aren’t you escaping?”

Now that the formation was broken, Zixun could clearly flee like Bai Jing and Huang Zhan, yet she stubbornly refused to crush the jade talisman.

“If you don’t escape, how can I flee first?” Zixun's expression was resolute.

Qin Chen spat out blood, wondering why this girl was so stubborn.

Glancing at Cao Heng, Qin Chen turned back to Zixun, “Can you still fight?”

Zixun’s face was pale, her clothes torn, exposing some snowy skin, with blood dripping from various places, but the most serious injury was on her shoulder.

Half of her shoulder had turned a dark blue-black, and strands of black poison gas were slowly spreading, a shocking sight.

“I’m fine!” Princess Zixun gritted her teeth, but as her voice fell, her figure swayed, clearly unstable due to the interference from the poison gas.

“You should crush the transmission jade talisman and get out.” Qin Chen frowned.

“Don’t worry, if I can't hold on, I will crush it. If you don’t leave now, how can I leave?” Princess Zixun was very stubborn.

Qin Chen was speechless, “Fine then.”

A flash of brilliance appeared, and Qin Chen quickly reached out with both hands, with a series of rapid taps like lightning on Princess Zixun's shoulder.

“I have sealed off the meridians and acupoints where the poison gas is spreading on your shoulder. Later, you go kill a few disciples of the Great Wei Kingdom, while I’ll deal with Cao Heng and Nian Wuji.”

“No way.” Princess Zixun furrowed her brows, her gaze icy. “You alone aren’t a match for the two of them. How about I restrain Nian Wuji, and you go kill Cao Heng? I should be able to withstand him for ten moves. If you can kill Cao Heng within those ten moves, I might still have a chance; otherwise, I will have to crush the transmission jade talisman.”

Qin Chen chuckled lightly, “Don’t worry, I can handle two by myself. Just listen to me and go kill the remaining disciples of the Great Wei Kingdom. Leave Cao Heng and Nian Wuji to me.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Chen raised his long sword and suddenly slashed towards Cao Heng.

“Huh? You want to take me down? Too naive.”

Cao Heng was not surprised, but rather pleased. “Nian Wuji, you hold Zixun down first, then come help me deal with this kid.”

With the magic dragon spear in hand, he stirred it up, transforming it into a terrifying whirlwind that directly stabbed towards Qin Chen.

“Good enough.” Nian Wuji sneered.

What Qin Chen and the others could think of, Nian Wuji could think of as well. First deal with Zixun, then tackle Qin Chen; this was also a method.

With a flicker of his figure, Nian Wuji darted towards Zixun.

“You're my opponent.”

Qin Chen sneered, raising his right hand, and with a whoosh, three streams of black light shot out from his right hand, directly aiming for Nian Wuji's face.

“What?”

Nian Wuji was taken aback, swinging his fist to block. Bang, bang, bang! The three streams of black light were swept away simultaneously, but as soon as they were thrown into the air, they turned slightly mid-flight and rushed back towards him.

“Brat, how did you master this Young Master’s true treasure? Impossible.”

Realizing what it was, Nian Wuji was almost driven to the brink of explosion.

Those three streams of light were none other than his flying knife true treasure.

However, he could never have imagined that his flying knife true treasure, which he had just had taken away by Qin Chen, could be used so freely—it was fundamentally impossible.

When he had first obtained this flying knife true treasure, he had spent half a month completely refining the three knives, and then had spent another three months to gain full control over this true treasure, making it a part of himself.

Yet now, how long had it been since Qin Chen took his true treasure? He could manipulate it easily, far exceeding Nian Wuji's understanding.

Even more shocking to Nian Wuji was the power of this flying knife true treasure.