Martial Master

"Hmph, so what if we kill in the Great Qi Kingdom? Does the royal family of the Great Qi still dare to go to war with our Ghost Immortal Sect? Look at you, such audacity! You killed the Young Master Nian Wuji and even framed it on Qin Feng, causing our Sect Master to misidentify the target!"

Zuo Dao did not believe that Qin Chen was truly unscathed. His Demon Prison Blade contained a terrifying evil intent. Even if the opponent could block the physical attack of the blade’s aura, they would be unable to stop the invasion of the blade’s intent. These forces, like maggots gnawing at bones, would gradually erode the opponent's true qi. By the time that happened, the opponent's third stage true qi would be utterly powerless to resist.

"So you mean there are more than just the two of you sent from the Ghost Immortal Sect? Even your Sect Master has come? Looking for Qin Feng?"

Qin Chen’s gaze flickered as he deduced a lot from their conversation.

While speaking, he circulated his true qi, completely eliminating the blade aura that had surged into his body, leaving not a trace behind.

Qin Chen practiced the Nine Star Divine Emperor Technique, a cultivation method whose level he couldn't even see in his past life. The purity of his true qi was astonishing; there was nothing he couldn't cleanse. Let alone a bit of blade intent, even true blade intent would struggle to injure him.

"Trying to extract information from me?"

Zuo Dao’s expression darkened; unexpectedly, Qin Chen had managed to pry some information from him.

However, he was not worried; instead, he sneered. Upon learning that the Sect Master was also present, this kid would definitely become anxious, even fearful. When the battle commenced, in a state of inner turmoil, he would naturally reveal more flaws.

Moreover, your cultivation level is only at the mid-tier Heaven Level. Even if you practiced a powerful body-refining technique, it would consume a great deal of true qi. You must be running low on true qi now, right?"

Zuo Dao grinned wickedly.

In fact, Zuo Dao was not only powerful but also very perceptive; otherwise, he wouldn’t have survived for so long in the martial world despite committing numerous evil deeds.

Although he appeared to be casually conversing with Qin Chen, he was actually using words to create invisible pressure on him at all times.

Once a person becomes flustered during battle, their combat power will naturally be compromised.

"You can try!"

If it were an ordinary martial artist, perhaps they would have been disturbed by Zuo Dao, but who was Qin Chen? Zuo Dao's words did not cause the slightest ripple in his mind.

"Try, I will!"

Demon Prison Blade—Anger Slash, Seal Heaven!

Zuo Dao, with a sinister grin, thought Qin Chen was merely pretending to be calm. As his words fell, he slashed out with his blade, the bright blade light surging forward like a broken bamboo, instantly reaching Qin Chen.

"Break!"

Qin Chen raised his mysterious rusty sword and slashed out.

Bang!

The sword light collided with the blade light, both annihilating each other. A strong shockwave swept out, shattering the debris around them.

If it weren’t for the protective formation around, the remaining waves could have even collapsed the entire mansion.

A Mystic Level martial artist is a nation's top combat force, not just a title.

"I wonder how long you can hold on?"

Zuo Dao clearly wanted to exhaust Qin Chen's true qi. Waves of blade light continuously poured out, bombarding Qin Chen from a distance.

A Mystic Level martial artist can perform true power attacks, creating terrifying blade and sword lights while maintaining their overall potency.

Compared to true qi, true power is more condensed and stable.

However, Heaven Level martial artists don’t have it so easy. If they perform long-range attacks, their power will undoubtedly diminish significantly, making it not worth the effort.

"How does it feel? Quite uncomfortable, huh? Hahaha, let’s see how long you can last!"

Distantly wielding the blade light, the violent blade aura bombarded Qin Chen like a rain of missiles.