Published: December 26, 2024
“You are... Qin Chen?!”
Her expression was filled with terror, as if she had seen a vengeful ghost.
The same name, the same two characters, yet they carried entirely different meanings.
Qin Chen quietly looked at Shangguan Xi'er, his gaze calm. Over three hundred years had passed, and seeing Shangguan Xi'er once again, his heart was filled only with endless killing intent.
“That’s right, it’s me!” Qin Chen said coldly.
These simple four words meant nothing to others, but to Shangguan Xi'er, they were akin to a bolt from the blue.
“Impossible, you can’t be dead? Back then you...” Shangguan Xi'er stepped back in horror, fear evident in her eyes, as she spoke incredulously.
Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she exclaimed, “Could it be that you have taken over someone else’s body? No, even if your soul did not extinguish back then, your current body shouldn’t be so young. Did you take over someone else before, and then take over this body again?”
Shangguan Xi'er couldn’t comprehend.
“You don’t need to know the reason, Shangguan Xi'er. After three hundred years, I am finally standing before you, and today will be your day of sacrifice.”
Qin Chen said coldly, an immense and terrifying killing intent bursting forth from him.
He had worked hard, stepping out from the lands of the five nations. For what?
Wasn’t it for today?
“Just based on you?”
Shangguan Xi'er had already calmed down at this moment. She looked coldly at Qin Chen, a sneer curling at the corner of her mouth: “Qin Chen, back then I could kill you, and today I can do the same. Moreover, this time, I will make you suffer until your soul disperses, leaving you no chance to take over another body.”
Shangguan Xi'er raised her hand, and the Vajra Bracelet suddenly fell into her grasp. She said coldly, “What have you done to Feng Shaoyu?”
Feng Shaoyu?
Qin Chen smiled, a chilling smile.
With a boom, he waved his hand, and the Demon Suppression Cauldron flew over. At the same time, a soul that had been suppressed within the cauldron flew out, landing in Qin Chen's hand. This soul was enduring endless pain, screaming in agony—it was Feng Shaoyu.
Seeing the scene outside, Feng Shaoyu spotted Shangguan Xi'er and immediately roared, “Xi'er, save me, hurry and save me.”
“Shaoyu!”
Shangguan Xi'er looked at Feng Shaoyu, exclaiming in surprise. Currently, Feng Shaoyu's soul was exceedingly weak, having endured an untold amount of suffering, on the brink of death, in a pitiful state.
The scene here left the nearby Shitian Demon Lord, Mo Li, and others stunned. Wasn’t Qin Chen and Shangguan Xi'er enemies in Tianlei City?
How did they suddenly seem like old friends? And Feng Shaoyu, hadn’t he been constantly opposing the Piao Miao Palace?
Why was everything happening like this now?
“Qin Chen, could it be that he is…” Mo Li suddenly looked at Qin Chen, his tone filled with horror: “The Breaking Dust Martial Emperor, could this person be the Breaking Dust Martial Emperor from back then?”
Qin Chen’s fame on Tianwu Continent was enormous. He was a rising star, and almost no one under the sky had not heard of the Breaking Dust Martial Emperor's name.
They might not know who the president of the Bloodline Holy Land was, but they could not possibly be unaware of who the Breaking Dust Martial Emperor was.
“Qin Chen, what do you want to do?”
Shangguan Xi'er said coldly to Qin Chen.
“If you want your lover to live, then obediently surrender.”
Qin Chen held Feng Shaoyu with one hand, sneering as he spoke.
“Xi'er.”
Feng Shaoyu looked at Shangguan Xi'er nervously.
Shangguan Xi'er’s expression was unpredictable, but suddenly, she burst out laughing.
She laughed so hard that tears almost flowed down her cheeks.
“Qin Chen, oh Qin Chen, three hundred years have passed, and I thought you would surely be much wiser. I didn’t expect you to still be so foolish. What is he? I, Shangguan Xi'er, am determined to achieve the highest martial path, to become the unparalleled emperor of the world. How could I surrender for a useless person captured by you?”