Published: November 30, -0001
The other people who saw this strike, except for Qin Yuechi, all had their eyes flicker.
This strike was fierce and imposing, indeed showing some skill, making people feel chill in their hearts.
However, Madam Zhao was still dissatisfied. She felt the guard's attack was too conservative, targeting only Qin Chen's arm, whereas it should have aimed at his head.
Even so, everyone seemed to envision Qin Chen covered in blood, begging for mercy in pain.
But—
Ding ding ding!
The expected scene did not occur. Instead, three cold glints suddenly burst from the sword in Qin Chen's hand, accompanied by the sound of metal clashing.
The guard hadn't realized what had happened, only feeling a blur in front of his eyes, a numbness in his palm, and the hilt in his hand trembling so violently that he almost lost grip of his sword.
He quickly channeled his energy, managing to hold the sword tightly.
And then he was about to counterattack.
In the next instant, a long sword shimmering with cold light was already against his throat.
The icy touch felt like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, controlling his life, sending chills throughout his body, numbing his scalp, like a nightmare, leaving his body stiff and unmoving.
In a blink of an eye.
Everyone around opened their eyes wide, almost unable to believe what they were seeing.
If the previous guard was due to carelessness, leading to Qin Chen's advantage, then the current guard had attacked with full force, yet the outcome was still shocking.
Even the guard could not understand how Qin Chen, only at the initial Human Level, could block his poisonous strike, withstand his late Human Level cultivation, and even gain the upper hand?
"This little beast, actually..." Madam Zhao's gaze turned cold, as she was also shocked, blurting out, "Qin Chen, how dare you, put down the sword now."
She glared angrily, looking majestic, still carrying the air of the Qin family matriarch at this moment.
"Put it down?" Qin Chen grinned.
A cold glint shot from his eyes, his long sword pressing down sharply, then pulling back.
"Young Master Chen, don't..."
Seeing this, the guard was alarmed, hurriedly begging for mercy, but it was too late.
Pfft!
A gush of hot blood spurted from his neck like a fountain, splattering all over the ground.
The corpse fell powerlessly to the ground.
"Want to kill me and expect me to spare him?!"
Qin Chen's face maintained a smile, which sent chills down everyone's spine, like looking at a demon.
For a moment, the entire Qin mansion was silent.
"And you!" Qin Chen turned to Zhao Qirui, eyes narrowing like a wolf eyeing its prey, coldly saying, "If you dare think of my mother again, beware I might just kill you."
Zhao Qirui's face immediately showed anger, about to lash out, but seeing Qin Chen's gaze, an inexplicable chill rose from his feet, turning his face pale, leaving him speechless.
He looked at Madam Zhao, snorting coldly, "Madam Zhao, is this what you call a settled discussion?"
Madam Zhao hurriedly explained, "Your Highness Qi, this is a misunderstanding, let me explain."
Then, she stared hard at Qin Chen, trembling with anger, her hairpin quivering, pointing at Qin Chen, "Good, good, little beast, you have guts, even daring to threaten His Highness Qi..."
Her gaze was as vicious as a viper, suddenly turning to look behind her.
Outside the house, many servants who came to watch the commotion shrank back in fear and quietly took a few steps back.
Finally, she placed her gaze on an elder who had been following her all along, venomously saying, "Qin Yong, what are you still standing there for, seize this little beast for me!"
"Yes, Madam."
The elder named Qin Yong responded, stepping forth from the crowd.
This person wore a dark blue robe, hands hidden in oversized sleeves, eyes cold but carrying a trace of sinister aura. He had been coldly watching the situation inside, his expression unchanged.
Now that he stepped out, everyone's eyes fell on him.
All eyes narrowed, including Qin Chen's.
From this person, he felt an extremely dangerous aura.