Martial Master

"Do you really think you can teleport away in front of me, good brother? You might be overthinking things."

Qin Feng curled his lips into a cold smile, mocking Qin Chen with an expression that showed no hint of concealment for his disdain.

Currently, Qin Chen, after battling with Nian Wuji, was already covered in injuries and heavily poisoned, having become a useless person.

"What do you want, Qin Feng?" Qin Chen shouted angrily, a hint of panic flickering in his eyes, appearing fierce yet weak.

"What do I want? What do you think?"

As he slowly walked forward, Qin Feng looked at Qin Chen with a cold smile. Qin Chen was just too ridiculous, asking what he wanted at such a time.

"You injured my second brother and put my father and mother in an unjust situation. If I do not kill you today, how can I explain to my mother?"

Qin Feng smiled at the corners of his mouth, still holding an air of elegance even while talking about killing Qin Chen.

He stood lofty, like the stars in the sky, while Qin Chen seemed like a mere stone on the ground, subjected to his gaze from above.

"Was it Zhao Feng who instructed you to kill me?"

"Hehe, why would my mother need to give me orders? In my eyes, you’re merely a jumping clown. Killing you is nothing more than a simple task, effortless."

Qin Feng stood before Qin Chen, still smiling: "Don't worry, I will make your passing very swift, without any pain. And soon, your mother will follow you to the afterlife, so you two can keep each other company on the road to the Yellow Springs."

"My mother is your aunt; how dare you treat her this way?!" Qin Chen said coldly, his eyes shooting with rage.

"Hehe, aunt? To me, she is just a lowly person who has disgraced the Qin family."

"Alright, no need to say more. Good brother, let your elder brother send you on your journey."

With a cold gaze, Qin Feng smiled as he approached Qin Chen and suddenly slapped down.

"Qin Feng, have you heard me—"

Qin Chen’s face showed panic as he hastily swung his sword to defend, but his long sword was light and lacked any power.

"Hehe, don't resist. In your current state, any martial artist can easily kill you."

With a cold laugh, Qin Feng's palm was already before Qin Chen.

"Is that so?!"

Qin Chen suddenly raised his head; the panic in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a faint hint of mockery and a smile.

"Not right?"

Qin Feng felt a shock in his heart, instinctively sensing danger.

At this moment, Qin Chen, who had seemed on the brink of collapse, unexpectedly erupted with terrifying power.

"Weren't you poisoned just now? How can this be?"

"Hehe, how could I not be poisoned?"

Holding the long sword, all traces of panic and tension vanished from Qin Chen's face, replaced only by calmness and mockery.

"Did you think Nian Wuji’s poison could affect me? The Wuxiang Soul Poison—haha, the name sounds nice, but unfortunately, its toxicity is too weak."

Qin Chen sneered coldly.

The Wuxiang Soul Poison was indeed strong; had it been any other martial artist, even one at the Mystic Level, they would not be able to resist it.

But who was Qin Chen? A Ninth Grade Emperor Level Alchemist in his past life. The Wuxiang Soul Poison had indeed caused him some trouble at first, but he soon eradicated it completely. What remained was merely an act.

"But you were clearly fighting Nian Wuji earlier, so why—"

Qin Feng did not understand why, if Qin Chen was not poisoned, he would still put on an act in front of Nian Wuji. Did he already know of his presence?

"Hehe, if I didn’t do that, how could I catch you off guard?"

"Did you know I was hiding here all along?"

Qin Feng’s eyes widened in terror.

"No, it’s impossible!"

He prided himself on having hidden well; even a Mystic Level martial artist might not discover him. How could a late-level Earth Level martial artist know he was here?

"What do you think?"

Qin Chen smiled: "You had already arrived when we were fighting Nian Wuji. You’re quite patient, waiting until now. I thought you would be too eager."

"Impossible!"