Published: November 30, -0001
At this moment, Feng Shaoyu's heart trembled like never before.
He recognized this voice, reverberating in his mind over countless times in the past three hundred years, so familiar.
This was indeed the voice of his elder brother, Pochen Martial Emperor, also the voice of the person he had secretly harmed.
His hair stood on end, his heart quaking with immense fear.
How could this be possible?
Back then, he had personally witnessed Qin Chen fall into the Death Valley, plunging into endless gray murderous intent. That place was so dangerous that even peak Martial God level experts would fall instantly, and Qin Chen at that time was merely at the peak Martial Emperor realm. Even if he had reached the Martial God level, how could he possibly survive?
Yet now, whether it was Qin Chen's voice, demeanor, or that aura emanating from the soul level, even the myriad divine techniques he performed, all clearly indicated that the person before him was indeed Pochen Martial Emperor, not some so-called successor.
“You… you’re not dead!”
Feng Shaoyu looked at Qin Chen in terror, his soul violently trembling, his body shattering under the sword light.
“Indeed, it is me, Feng Shaoyu. Three hundred years ago, you colluded with Shangguan Xi’er to frame me. Today, I will take your head!”
Qin Chen did not hesitate, amplifying the power of the mysterious rusted sword.
Boom!
The terrifying sword energy surged, intending to completely obliterate Feng Shaoyu.
“Kid, if you think you can kill me, it won't be that easy.”
At a critical moment, an ancient voice thundered in anger.
“Shift Shadows!”
Boom!
A strange aura suddenly erupted from Feng Shaoyu's body, instantly blocking Qin Chen's sword light. The sword light roared and sent Feng Shaoyu flying.
Bang!
His chest exploded, gruesomely revealing a massive gash, but that mysterious power had withstood most of the damage, causing him to suffer severe injuries yet not perish.
“Death Phantom!”
Blocking Qin Chen’s attack, Feng Shaoyu's figure flickered, instantly transforming into a dark shadow of light, suddenly appearing above the grand formation in the square, activating that ancient disc.
On the disc, black light surged, and with a loud bang, it blasted a gap in the grand formation above the square.
Whoosh!
Feng Shaoyu radiated gray mist, crazily rushing out from that gap, trying to escape from this place.
“Hmm, not dead after all?”
Qin Chen frowned, not expecting that this ancient powerhouse could still unleash such secret techniques at this crucial moment.
The mysterious rusted sword surged, and in an instant, an endless stream of sword energy erupted, swirling like a sword energy tornado, sealing off Feng Shaoyu's escape route.
“Heavenly Yao Disc!”
At that critical moment, the ancient disc flashed, transforming into a hazy phantom, slashing out, hissing as countless black threads twined around it, emanating the profound aura of the Law.
With a loud boom, it blocked Qin Chen's sword energy attack and cut through the blockade, wrapping around Feng Shaoyu and violently charging out of the Holy Capital Square.
“Puff!”
While flying, Feng Shaoyu spat out blood, his injuries worsening, yet his speed did not slow down. In a flash, he disappeared from everyone's sight.
In terms of speed, Feng Shaoyu had instantly reached the limit of the Half Saint level, incredibly strange and extraordinary.
“Xuanyuan Emperor has escaped?”
Fu Qiankun and the others still had not reacted.
Everyone at the scene was shocked, staring at this scene. What did they just witness? Qin Chen actually forced Xuanyuan Emperor to flee—was the Martial Domain about to change?
No one dared to underestimate Xuanyuan Emperor.
The terrifying strength he had displayed earlier could easily annihilate a peak Martial God. Yet, even such a master was severely wounded under Qin Chen's attack and nearly fell, forced to flee in disarray.
Although Qin Chen was also injured, comparatively, he was doing much better than Feng Shaoyu.