Martial Master

“Qin Chen, what should we do now?”

Seeing the approaching experts from Liu Xian Sect, Xiao Zhan couldn't help but ask nervously, his voice even trembling.

This wasn't because Xiao Zhan was afraid of death, but because he wasn't alone standing here. There were many talented disciples from the Great Qi Nation, including the Fourth Prince Zhao Wei and others.

These people were all elites of the Great Qi Nation, the hope for the future. If they died here, Xiao Zhan would undoubtedly become a sinner of the Great Qi Nation, condemned by thousands.

For a moment, his heart was filled with anxiety.

He could only look at Qin Chen.

Even Xiao Zhan himself didn't realize that Qin Chen had unknowingly become the pillar of support and the mainstay in their hearts. Even he, a Spirit Martial King, when faced with problems, would first ask for Qin Chen's opinion.

“What crime should I be charged with?”

Qin Chen, who had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes. There was not a trace of fear on his face; instead, he coldly smiled and said, “On the arena, everyone relies on their own abilities. If your Liu Xian Sect disciples are not capable, what else is there to say? Is it the case that the three major forces of Xuan Prefecture are so disgraceful? If you win, you rejoice; if you lose, you demand retribution? Is there such a good deal?”

Qin Chen's words caused many of the disciples from Liu Xian Sect to change their expressions.

Especially Hua Tiandu, whose face turned ugly.

Even though they looked down on Qin Chen, the fact that Qin Chen had defeated him was indisputable.

This matter would become a lifelong disgrace for Hua Tiandu.

“Kid, don't be too arrogant. No matter how eloquent you are, it won't change the fact that you injured my son Li Kunyun on the arena. If you dare to cripple my son Li Kunyun today and don't give me an explanation, I will ensure that every martial artist of the Great Qi Nation is killed, leaving not a single one alive, not even a chicken or a dog.”

An elder among the experts of Liu Xian Sect stepped forward angrily; it was Li Kunyun's father, Li Shenfeng.

His gaze was furious, staring fiercely at Qin Chen, with anger surging throughout his being. A strong killing intent, like an ocean, pressed heavily towards Qin Chen and the others.

Previously, under the will of Gu Nandu, he couldn't act against Xiao Zhan and the others. Now that the ruins of Gu Nandu had disappeared, he could no longer hold back. The hatred in his heart was so immense that no amount of water from the oceans could extinguish it.

“Kill all the martial artists of the Great Qi Nation? Does your Liu Xian Sect wish to violate the rules of the continent?” Qin Chen's gaze turned cold as he spoke in a deep voice.

“Hahaha, rules of the continent?” Li Shenfeng couldn't help but laugh loudly, his laughter growing colder and fiercer. “Indeed, the rules of the continent state that upper forces cannot attack lower forces without reason. However, you crippled my son Li Kunyun on the arena; this is a personal grudge. If I destroy your Great Qi Nation, who can say anything? Moreover, who would stand up for a mere Great Qi Nation? Are you expecting support from someone who hides their true self and doesn't dare to show their face?”

Li Shenfeng coldly glared at the cloaked figure behind Qin Chen, mocking.

The mention of the cloaked figure caused him to pause momentarily before he sneered, “Let me clarify, I have nothing to do with this kid. If you want to deal with him, just go after him. Don't drag me into this.”

“You have nothing to do with this kid?” Li Shenfeng coldly laughed. “How come you suddenly claim that now? When you first acted, where were you when you said you had nothing to do with him?”

The disciples of Liu Xian Sect looked at the cloaked figure with scorn. His words clearly showed he was afraid of Li Shenfeng, which made them feel superior.

The cloaked figure was so annoyed; he never expected that distancing himself from the Great Qi Nation would lead to disbelief from these people.