Published: December 29, 2024
“Refining Weapon Wheel!”
With a loud roar, Ben Huarong transformed into a black weapon wheel, crushing everything in its path, layer by layer, shattering the space around it.
Qin Chen stepped forward, the ancient aura of his body revolving, and in his palm, a pitch-black weapon wheel formed as well. This weapon wheel exuded a terrifying aura, even more so than the one Ben Huarong had manifested, resembling the scythe of death. With a powerful strike, it directly collided with the Refining Weapon Wheel.
“Ah!” Ben Huarong let out another miserable scream as the Refining Weapon Wheel exploded, black energy spreading everywhere. Within that black fog, a figure shot out like lightning, attempting to escape.
“Want to run?”
Qin Chen waved his sleeve, condensing the space, causing all the dispersing black energy to gather towards him. Then he stepped forward again, solidifying the black energy beneath his feet.
Ben Huarong's body reappeared, crawling on the ground, with Qin Chen stepping on his head, trampling heavily. The humiliation was so severe that he felt like he wanted to commit suicide.
“What?
Ben Huarong, my senior brother, is being trampled underfoot!”
“Is this an illusion?
How is this possible?
This can't be real! Qin Chen has actually displayed the Weapon Transformation Divine Art, which is a secret technique from my Blood Yang Palace's heavenly work, obtained by the Minister from some ruins. The Guang Han Palace's heavenly work could never have it; how could he possibly master it?”
“Did you not hear?
Qin Chen had been battling with my senior brother Ben Huarong for so long just to comprehend his Weapon Transformation Divine Art. He must have learned it from senior brother Ben Huarong.”
“Impossible! How could this be true? The Weapon Transformation Divine Art is a top-tier divine ability. Even if you and I spent ten thousand years in the heavenly realm, we couldn't master it. How could Qin Chen comprehend it and master the technique in an instant?”
“Oh my heavens! Regardless of where Qin Chen learned it, he has now actually trampled my senior brother Ben Huarong underfoot. My senior brother is a peerless Holy Son, yet now he is directly trampled, losing all dignity. This is utterly outrageous! What kind of person is Qin Chen?
Is he even human?
How could anyone possess such means?”
The Holy Sons from the three major Sacred Master Palaces, upon seeing this scene, all retreated, their faces filled with shock, unable to believe their own eyes, desperately trying to see it more clearly.
After several breaths, everyone regained their senses and clearly saw that Ben Huarong had been defeated by Qin Chen's renowned technique—the Weapon Transformation Divine Art—with no chance to escape, trampled underfoot like a beggar.
“Beast!”
With Qin Chen's foot pressing down on his head, Ben Huarong could only see the other's boots. But he could feel the countless gazes upon him, and boundless humiliation surged in his heart, making him nearly go mad. “You dare to trample me underfoot? You... you are finished! I will definitely crush you to ashes!”
Crack! Qin Chen forcefully stomped down, crushing his head.
The terrifying ancient aura suppressed him, and immense pain caused Ben Huarong to scream in agony once more.
He struggled violently, his head reforming, but his face looked like a rotten watermelon, distorted beyond recognition. At this point, as long as his physical body wasn't completely shattered, he could reform, but it was useless. Under Qin Chen's ancient aura suppression, he couldn't escape at all, his body writhing and jumping, yet unable to break free.
Qin Chen's ancient aura suppressed him throughout the ages, his foot firmly pummeling him down. Regardless of what spatial tricks Ben Huarong attempted, all means of escape were tightly restrained, leaving him unable to move.
Qin Chen's foot was like the Heavenly Realm's pillar of suppression, exuding a power strong enough to stabilize heaven and seal earth, as if he were a reincarnated deity.