Martial Master

Whoosh!

A force of soul energy surged out from Xiao Dongyan's body. This was Xiao Dongyan's soul, but before this soul force could escape the range of the mysterious rusty sword, it was devoured by a devouring force emanating from within the sword, resulting in a soul-scattering scream.

Splat!

The black sword aura descended, dazzling and splendid, like a black flower in full bloom, beautiful yet chilling. Despite its beauty, no one was struck by its splendor; instead, a chilling sense of dread emerged from within them, enveloping even Gui Yanluo and the others as they watched in horror as Qin Chen beheaded Xiao Dongyan, the ancestor of the Xiao family.

At this moment, everyone felt a sense of sorrow and empathy. Their relationship with the Xiao family wasn’t particularly close—otherwise, they would've helped earlier. Yet, witnessing the death of the Xiao family ancestor, who was of equal rank to them, right in front of their eyes brought about an immense chill.

Qin Chen, after beheading Xiao Dongyan with a single sword, felt no joy. He had seen the mysterious rusty sword devour Xiao Dongyan's soul, an act that wasn’t driven by him but by the sword itself. The mysterious rusty sword was becoming increasingly uncontrollable.

Whoosh!

He raised his hand to collect Xiao Dongyan's storage ring and the black broken sword, standing proudly and coldly in the arena. Turning around, his gaze fell upon the Teng family and the Tian Gui Sect.

"Is there any force unwilling to withdraw from Tianlei City?" he asked coldly, his voice as icy and indifferent as ever, but to the crowd, it was like a bolt from the blue.

No one dared to underestimate Qin Chen anymore. The Xiao family, who had looked down upon him earlier, had turned to dust within moments. Dozens of their experts had fallen, leaving no survivors. This scene had already terrified everyone present.

In the eyes of others, only the major forces on the continent went around killing others; no one had dared to touch the people of these major forces. But today, this myth was shattered—and shattered by a young man. This impact left everyone with mixed emotions.

"Isn't this a bit too arrogant?" said Teng Huazang, the ancestor of the Teng family, with a heavy gaze fixed on Qin Chen, or rather, on the mysterious rusty sword in his hand.

This very sword had blocked the attack of the Xiao family's broken semi-holy weapon. Could it be a holy weapon?

Faced with such a treasure of a weapon, although Teng Huazang was wary of Qin Chen's strength, he couldn't help but feel restless.

Not only Teng Huazang, but Gui Yanluo of the Tian Gui Sect, Tu Junyi of the Death Demon Sect, and even the leaders of the Qi Hall and Holy Land of Bloodlines were all staring intently at the mysterious rusty sword in Qin Chen's hand.

A holy weapon!

How many holy weapons exist on the entire Tianwu Continent? As long as they could obtain the holy weapon in Qin Chen's hand, their strength would definitely increase significantly, at least doubling. By then, who in the world could be their opponent?

In their eyes, Qin Chen's ability to kill Xiao Dongyan was entirely due to the holy weapon in his hand. Qin Chen's own strength also excited them. There must be an earth-shattering secret on Qin Chen; otherwise, how could a young man, no matter how talented, have reached the Martial Emperor realm in just two or three decades?

This young man definitely holds a great secret. If they kill him, that secret will belong to them.

For a moment, Gui Yanluo and the others' eyes flickered, vaguely forming an alliance to deal with Qin Chen. However, no one dared to be the first to act. The death of Xiao Dongyan had deeply intimidated them. Anyone who dared to make the first move would surely face Qin Chen's thunderous attack, and none had the confidence to escape unscathed.

The atmosphere on the field instantly became extremely eerie.

"Hah!" Qin Chen sneered, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes. He hadn't expected that even after killing Xiao Dongyan, there would still be those harboring ill intentions towards him. Were these people unafraid of death?