Published: November 30, -0001
Boom!
A terrifying aura erupted from the several powerhouses led by Zhao Zhen. The horrifying breath shocked everyone present, causing their faces to change in alarm and sweat to bead on their foreheads.
Mystic Level Masters, the ones Zhao Zhen brought are all Mystic Level Masters.
Everyone was astonished, their expressions grave.
On the side of the Wang family, although there were also experts, few could compare to Zhao Zhen.
The key point was that the strongest among Zhao Zhen's group was not the several martial artists he brought, but Zhao Zhen himself.
It was said that Zhao Zhen had broken through to the late Mystic Level over a decade ago, and after all these years, he must have become even more terrifying.
In fact, this person’s current cultivation level might rank among the very top in the entire Da Qi Kingdom.
Zhao Zhen, this is the royal capital, you cannot act wildly here.
Narrowing his eyes, Wang Zhen's body exuded a chilling aura.
Even though he was outnumbered by Zhao Zhen’s experts, Wang Zhen felt no trace of retreat in his heart.
Wang Zhen, do you think you can stop me with just your group?
Zhao Zhen sneered, then lost interest in speaking further. With a flicker, he charged towards Qin Chen.
Whoosh!
His figure moved like a remnant shadow, instantly plunging into the crowd.
Stop!
So bold!
Zuo Li, Qin Yuanzhi, and the others were infuriated, rushing to intercept, positioning themselves in front of Qin Chen.
However, Zhao Zhen paid no mind. With his hands moving grandly, explosive sounds echoed as Zuo Li and the others couldn’t even last a single exchange before being sent flying with pained groans.
Among them, Zuo Li was the weakest and was directly thrown to the ground, spitting blood.
Although Qin Yuanzhi and the others were also early Mystic Level experts, they were no match for Zhao Zhen and were forced to retreat, each one bleeding from the corners of their mouths.
Even the strongest mid Mystic Level expert from the Wang family was also sent flying by Zhao Zhen, his face pale as his internal energy surged violently.
Strong!
Too strong!
In front of Zhao Zhen, the many experts brought by Wang Zhen were completely unable to withstand even a moment, rapidly falling one after another.
In their shock and anger, they wanted to retaliate, but saw that the few Mystic Level experts brought by Zhao Zhen had also made their moves to block them.
Kid, you’ve injured my two grandsons. Today, I won’t kill you, but I will cripple your dantian, making you lose all your cultivation and let you experience what it’s like to be a waste.
With a sinister smile, Zhao Zhen pointed at Qin Chen.
As he pointed, the void emitted a violent howling, and a strong force shot through like a meteor, heading straight for Qin Chen's dantian, moving so fast that it was nearly impossible to react.
Chen'er!
Young Master Chen!
The crowd gasped in shock, Liang Yu and the others were alarmed, rushing forward to try to intercept Zhao Zhen.
But it was futile.
Zhao Zhen was too powerful; with a single finger, his energy pierced through the air, and Liang Yu and the others simply could not withstand it, watching helplessly as the ray of light shot towards Qin Chen's dantian.
Anyone I, Zhao Zhen, want to cripple cannot be stopped.
Zhao Zhen sneered, his expression disdainful and overbearing.
He had the capital to be this arrogant.
A late Mystic Level martial artist was already the strongest person present. Among the crowd, even the most powerful mid Mystic Level expert from the Wang family was no match for him, not even in a few exchanges.
One could say, if Zhao Zhen wanted Qin Chen dead, then Qin Chen would die; if he wanted him to live, he would live.
Father, cripple him!
Haha, Qin Chen, today you are doomed.
The crowd was filled with shock and rage, while Zhao Feng, Qin Fen, and others were overjoyed.
They widened their eyes, eager to see the expression of despair and fear on Qin Chen’s face.
However.
They were disappointed.
Facing Zhao Zhen's fierce attack, Qin Chen’s face showed not a trace of fluctuation, as if he were facing not a life-and-death strike, but merely a gentle breeze blowing by.