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Martial Master

Chapter 3007: Umbrella of Death ☂️

Published: December 29, 2024

However, Yao Wuming didn't care about this; what he was concerned about was the news that Qin Chen had mastered the rules of time, as mentioned by the Holy Son of Divine Light.

The rules of time, there's no one who wouldn't be moved, even the Saint Masters are no exception.

"Haha, you truly have great courage, daring to barge in here. I heard from Brother Divine Light that your strength is boundless, at the half-step Overlord level, enough to shake the world and even sweep through all heroes. I wonder if this is true?"

Yao Wuming played with his fingers and smiled as he spoke.

"Sweeping through all heroes?"

Qin Chen smiled slightly, his gaze sweeping across the many talents and strong individuals present, humbly smiling: "Such words are only for you to listen to, Brother Yao. In front of you and the other talents, who would dare to claim to sweep through all heroes?"

Everyone nodded, feeling that Qin Chen was much more pleasing to the eye. Previously, Qin Chen's arrogant demeanor had made many Overlord-level talents a bit dissatisfied.

Unexpectedly, Qin Chen's tone changed, and he continued: "Sweeping through all heroes is a bit excessive. However, among everyone present, aside from Brother Yao and Brother Divine Light, the rest of the talents are just so-so, average at best. Even if I were to sweep through them, it wouldn't be worth mentioning in front of you."

"What?"

"What did you say?"

The faces of the many Overlord-level talents turned ugly. Qin Chen was too arrogant, actually saying that among so many people present, only Yao Wuming and the Holy Son of Divine Light were worthy of his attention, while the rest were simply not worth mentioning. This was akin to slapping their faces on the spot, completely disregarding them.

"You have quite the audacity, don't you?"

Buzz! A terrifying aura surged up, it was Shao Jikang. He coldly glared at Qin Chen, his gaze unfriendly, an overwhelming aura surged from him, shaking the eight desolations.

"I'm just stating a fact."

Qin Chen said lightly with a smile.

"Hmph, if that's the case, then I'll come to test your strength, to see if it really is as strong as you claim, making everyone in your eyes unworthy of mention."

Shao Jikang instantly locked onto Qin Chen's aura, and before Qin Chen could speak, his fingertips grasped in the air, unleashing a dense aura of death.

Boom! Death descended, the apocalypse arrived.

A massive realm of death appeared before Qin Chen, directly enveloping him. The surrounding void filled with strands of deathly aura falling down; this was the path of death, one of the highest avenues among the many paths of the heavenly realm.

Everyone faces death; even the Celestial Sovereigns are no exception. Once the path of death is mastered to the extreme, one can control the death of ten thousand realms, life and death are at the mercy of the opponent's thought.

As this move emerged, everyone present was horrified, secretly marveling that the number one talent of Guangyue Heavenly, Shao Jikang, truly lived up to his name, making everyone extremely shocked. Who would dare block the path of death?

"Want to test my strength?

You think such a simple path of death can trap me?

You’re dreaming."

Qin Chen remained unfazed, stepping forward and unleashing a punch, immediately activating the core origin divine ability within him, the origins and annihilation of countless worlds flashing through his mind.

Then, countless holy essences within his body surged, a sense of eternal infinity, constantly cycling in the origin intent appeared atop Qin Chen's fist.

With a wave of his hand, Qin Chen unleashed his understood origin divine ability, representing his true path.

A punch struck out.

The path of origin, an invincible divine fist.

A massive storm swept through the realm of death; that realm of death formed by Shao Jikang's path of death was shattered by Qin Chen's strike, and Qin Chen's fist continued to surge forward, directly enveloping the body of Shao Jikang.

"Not good!"

Shao Jikang retreated repeatedly, flying up in an instant, a distance of mere inches felt like a world apart. Around him, a river of death appeared, and no matter how fierce the attacks, they disappeared without a trace upon entering this river of death.