Martial Master

The two individuals were none other than Murong Tian and Fu Zixi, the two great Holy Sons, who were stirred by their own disciples and descended with fierce intensity.

Originally, both sides had their own grievances, but at this moment, seeing Qin Chen directly imprisoning their disciples and stripping the laws from them, endless fury surged forth, and a murderous intent fell from the sky.

This display instantly attracted the attention of many disciples from the Martial Department.

In the surrounding mountains, a wave of auras rose, all coming from the disciples of the Martial Department, the peerless talents, who looked in shock at the enraged Murong Tian and Fu Zixi in the sky, their hearts trembling.

Who on earth dared to offend two great Holy Sons?

It was simply seeking death.

Quickly, many disciples began to send messages, even informing the elders, for they all knew that this kind of fight was beyond the control of ordinary managers or enforcers, and even general elders were not qualified to intervene; only those top elders had the qualifications to step in.

“Hahahaha, just two little Holy Sons from the Martial Department, yet so arrogant, do you really think you are the rulers of the Heavenly Realm? The emperors of the world?”

Qin Chen coldly looked up at the sky, “Your tone is as if you’re the Saint Master, without any self-awareness. To be honest, you have harbored thoughts against my subordinates, a crime that is unforgivable, a grave offense. But I have compassion for life and will give you a chance. Kneel before me, confess to my woman, and beg for mercy. Perhaps I will show you leniency and spare your lives. Otherwise…” Qin Chen's tone was chilling, and a cold glint shot forth from his eyes.

Arrogance, too much arrogance.

Many people felt their scalps tingle, all stunned.

Where did this kid come from to be so audacious, actually demanding two Holy Sons to kneel before him? Even the elders do not have such qualification; who does he think he is?

“So foolish, this kid is simply a madman.”

“I have never seen this person, he doesn’t seem like a top talent from our Martial Department, where did this madman come from, could he be from the Refiner Department?”

“Even if he is a disciple of the Refiner Department, it doesn’t matter; Murong Tian and Fu Zixi are unparalleled prodigies, supreme overlords, the Holy Sons of our Martial Department. Even if this kid is a noble disciple from the Refiner Department, it still cannot allow the two Holy Sons of the Martial Department to kneel.”

“Humph, he is too arrogant. He probably still doesn't know that Holy Son Murong Tian’s rise is backed by a strong force; otherwise, how could he be so domineering? If this kid truly is a genius from the Refiner Department, relying on his identity as a Refiner to show off in our Martial Department, that would be a miscalculation.”

“Just watch, neither Holy Son Murong Tian nor Fu Zixi will tolerate him continuing to act so arrogantly.”

Many disciples of the Martial Department were discussing, and even deep within the Martial Department, some powerful beings directed their gaze here.

Such a commotion could not fail to attract the top elders, and even some beyond the mid-stage Heavenly Saint also took notice, being the core elder powers of the Martial Department. Yet, they did not step out but instead watched to see how the conflict between the two sides unfolded.

“Hahahaha, arrogant boy, you’re seeking death.”

Murong Tian finally grew furious, the purple palace shaking violently with rage.

“Murong Tian, this kid is mine to deal with.”

Fu Zixi was also furious; he was the heir of the West Emperor, a powerful figure from the ancient Heavenly Realm. When had he ever endured such humiliation? His aura stirred, resembling a king on a tour, ready to strike.

The two Holy Sons pressed down together, and it felt as if the very sky would be overturned.

“Stop!”

At that moment, a furious shout resonated throughout the heavens and earth, rumbling. In the distance, a firelight appeared, burning with world-shocking power, like a meteor descending, crashing into the void above the Nine Yang Divine Xuan Mountain.