Published: February 3, 2025
The Saint of the Western Yu lay in ambush all around, seizing the opportunity in that moment to launch his most powerful attack against Qin Chen.
"What?"
"Another powerful figure is lurking around?"
"This is the attack of the Night River, it’s the Saint of the Western Yu from the Black Dragon Society!"
"Qin Chen is in danger now."
At this moment, everyone was shocked, their faces showing disbelief.
No one had expected that the Saint of the Western Yu from the Black Dragon Society had been lurking all around, looking for an opportunity to strike. At this very moment, Qin Chen was firmly restrained, and in a hurry, he was utterly powerless to evade it. In an instant, he was struck down by the blade of the Night River unleashed by the Saint of the Western Yu.
“It’s over.”
The Master of the Eternal Pavilion, Chu Yue Li, revealed a look of anxiety, her heart shaken. The strike from the Saint of the Western Yu felt like it had cut deep into her heart, making her demeanor shiver.
Guai Xin, the Master of the Sky Outside Tower, also felt a severe throb in his heart, his palms drenched in cold sweat. He had already warned Lord Qin Chen in advance to be cautious. Why was Lord Qin Chen still indifferent, and in a situation of advantage, allowing the Saint of the Western Yu to find an opportunity to launch a surprise attack?
If Qin Chen was killed, then he would really be finished.
Although he had secretly allied with Qin Chen, he didn’t believe that there would be no ears to the ground. If one wanted to keep something hidden, one must not act wrongly; once the Sky Outside Tower learned of his actions, not only would he die, but his entire clan would face severe punishment, being suppressed in the core circle of the Sky Outside Tower.
“I lost the gamble!”
Guai Xin's face showed bitterness and despair, while the steward of the Sky Outside Tower beside him was so frightened that he collapsed.
Under the horrified gazes of all, the Saint of the Western Yu's blade struck fiercely on Qin Chen, containing the terrifying divine might of the peak great emperor.
With a clang, everyone instantly heard a sharp sound of metal clashing, the piercing sound waves sweeping through, causing countless strong figures around to cover their ears involuntarily, anxiously looking ahead.
Was Qin Chen dead?
Under everyone's gaze, the blade light of the Night River from the Saint of the Western Yu tore through Qin Chen's robes but seemed to strike against a solid Divine Stone. Not only did it fail to split Qin Chen's body but it also left no injuries, only a faint red mark on the surface.
“What?”
The Saint of the Western Yu looked at Qin Chen in disbelief, “This… is impossible!”
This strike contained the terrifying power of the law of the great path he comprehended—the Night River. A single hit would definitely slice an ordinary peak great emperor in half. Yet, Qin Chen had not only remained unscathed, but also showed no signs of injury, merely revealing a pale mark. How could he accept that?
In the distance, Guai Xin and the others were also stunned.
“The Saint of the Western Yu's strike didn’t even break the skin?!”
Everyone's minds buzzed, as if in a fantasy.
This was the strike of the Second-in-Command of the Black Dragon Society, how could it be like this?
In the midst of extreme astonishment, Guai Xin and the others couldn't even feel joy; they were still in a state of inconceivable shock.
Among all, only Saroya, behind Qin Chen, grinned, showing her sparkling teeth, her expression calm, as if she had anticipated this.
And under the incredulous gaze of the Saint of the Western Yu, Qin Chen slowly raised his head, looking at him with indifference, “You have lurked for so long, and finally couldn’t hold back?”
“You know I was going to strike?” The Saint of the Western Yu's pupils contracted, his heartbeat missing a beat.
“This person, as a killer, knows that if one strike fails, one should escape. Knowing he cannot kill me but still attempts to fight, how could he not have a backup?” Qin Chen said indifferently.