Martial Master

Fu Qiankun, once the number one person in the continent, made the hearts of Teng Huacang and others surge with shock upon his appearance.

Having once been the president of the Bloodline Sacred Ground, Fu Qiankun was indeed the undisputed number one on the continent. Over two hundred years ago, he mysteriously disappeared, and legends about him still circulate across the continent. Some say he is still alive, while others claim he has long since died.

However, Teng Huacang and the others never imagined that they would see Fu Qiankun in this place, and now, he had become a guard by the side of the president of the Black Cult.

This shock was far greater than anything they had ever experienced.

What shocked them even more was that the leader of the Bloodline Sacred Ground was one of its vice-presidents, who flashed a gaze of utter disbelief.

He glanced at Qiu Puchun in amazement. No wonder Elder Qiu Puchun had always treated that man in black with such respect; he did not expect that this man was actually the former president of the Bloodline Sacred Ground and the master of Elder Qiu Puchun.

"Are you really the senior Fu Qiankun?" Teng Huacang couldn't help but ask in immense shock.

With Fu Qiankun's status, he was certainly worthy of that title of senior.

"Hahaha, in this world, can there still be anyone who can impersonate me?" Fu Qiankun laughed heartily, and a surge of invisible terrifying pressure spread out. This pressure was vast and profound, like that of a deity, overriding the laws that governed Teng Huacang and the others, giving them an immense sense of pressure.

"The reason I went missing back then was that I was framed by Shangguan Xier and the Demon Tribe, and was imprisoned in the Piao Miao Palace. It was Chen Xiong who broke into the Piao Miao Palace and saved me; otherwise, I would probably still be trapped there, unaware of life or death," Fu Qiankun said coldly, his killing intent surging.

Teng Huacang and the others felt as if they were in a freezing cold world, their bodies trembling involuntarily.

The pressure Fu Qiankun exerted on them was overwhelming, as if a gigantic mountain was pressing down on them.

Could it be that Fu Qiankun had also touched upon that realm?

Suddenly, as if realizing something, Teng Huacang and the others' bodies shook violently; otherwise, it would be insufficient to explain why the pressure from Fu Qiankun was so great. Even if both were at the peak of the Martial God realm, there should not be such a significant disparity in strength.

What further shocked them was Fu Qiankun's attitude towards Qin Chen.

Who exactly was this young man?

They stared at Qin Chen, their hearts unsettled. With Fu Qiankun's identity, even if it was Chen Qing from the Black Cult who saved him, he would not have to submit to him; there must be other reasons behind this.

"Younger generation, I have met senior Fu Qiankun," Teng Huacang and the others stood up to pay their respects, honoring the former number one of the continent, a status that Fu Qiankun was fully deserving of.

"Senior, if you prove this, we will naturally believe it, but..."

"But you still have doubts, right?" Fu Qiankun smiled coldly. At their level, they would not completely trust anyone solely based on their identity, after all, this was a matter of great importance to themselves.

Fu Qiankun said indifferently, "In that case, let me show you someone. Gongsun Zhe, bring him up."

As Fu Qiankun's voice fell, the hall's doors opened, and Gongsun Zhe walked in carrying Yuan Tianhuan, then threw Yuan Tianhuan into the center of the hall with a thud.

"This person, named Yuan Tianhuan, is the vice-president of the Combat Martial Association. Recently, the president of the Combat Martial Association was attacked by a mysterious person, who was Shangguan Xier, and this person has had contact with Shangguan Xier, and he is also well aware of the conspiracy regarding the Spatial Sealing. If you don’t believe it, feel free to soul search him."

Yuan Tianhuan lay on the ground, his face full of terror. Hearing the words "soul search," he was even more frightened, as if he were a quivering leaf.