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Martial Master

Chapter 5863: Should I run? 🏃‍♂️

Published: February 3, 2025

Qin Chen squinted his eyes, gazing into the distance as he sensed an invisible force far away.

"Who could it be? Why do I feel a sense of familiarity?" Qin Chen furrowed his brow.

"My lord, what’s wrong?" Kabul stopped, looking puzzled.

"It's nothing, but it seems that someone is engaged in a fierce battle over there!" Qin Chen said, still frowning.

"Someone is battling?" Kabul turned in confusion. In his line of sight, the distant horizon was eerily calm, with no signs of disturbance. "It looks like there’s nothing at all?"

"That's just because you can't see it." Qin Chen smiled, "Let me see what’s going on!"

Buzz!

An invisible force enveloped Qin Chen, and in an instant, he felt as if he had entered a unique space.

Threads of fate flowed around him.

Within this force of fate, two strands stretched out towards the distant horizon, forming an invisible connection.

"This power of fate is indeed marvelous."

Qin Chen marveled, as he instantly sensed the attributes of the two auras in the distance based on the fate path he had cultivated from the Diagram of the Fate Path.

One of these auras carried a terrifying presence that shook the strands of fate; that vast aura undeniably surpassed that of the great emperor, remarkably similar to the presence of the avatar of the ancestor of the Black Dragon Society that he had killed not long ago in Southern Origin City.

"This is the ancestor of the Black Dragon Society?"

Qin Chen's gaze sharpened.

No wonder he felt a flicker of familiarity.

But as for the other aura, when Qin Chen focused on it, he couldn’t help but be stunned. This other aura of fate was even more familiar to him, entwined with his own power of fate in a unique way.

"A power that has a fate entanglement with me?"

Qin Chen was taken aback.

Initially, he subconsciously thought that the one battling the ancestor of the Black Dragon Society might be the Nation Lord of Yong Nation.

But based on this aura of fate, it was evidently not the Nation Lord.

So who could it be?

Qin Chen carefully examined this strand of fate, and in the depths of his perception, a chilling aura of evil faintly transmitted. Even Qin Chen felt an inexplicable shock.

"Could this power be... Mo Li?!"

Qin Chen’s expression turned to one of astonishment. "Why is this guy here in the Wasteland of All Gods too?"

Having dealt with Mo Li for so many years, even if his aura turned to ash, Qin Chen would still recognize it. To contain such evil and heart-pounding power, there was no other possibility apart from Mo Li.

"However, how did this brat end up in conflict with the ancestor of the Black Dragon Society?" Qin Chen’s expression turned puzzled.

Logically speaking, Mo Li and the ancestor of the Black Dragon Society shouldn’t have any conflicts.

"Not right!"

Qin Chen suddenly recalled the scene that the King of the Northern Heavens had shown him.

"Mo Li had previously raided the core treasures of the Headquarters of the Black Dragon Society. Could it be that this has drawn the attention of the ancestor of the Black Dragon Society?"

Qin Chen couldn’t help but be speechless.

Mo Li’s luck was indeed poor.

He himself had even killed the avatar of the ancestor of the Black Dragon Society without being pursued, yet Mo Li, merely digging into an old nest, was directly targeted.

What a pitiful situation.

Boom!

After realizing the identities of Mo Li and the ancestor of the Black Dragon Society, Qin Chen immediately returned from the void of fate to reality.

"Kabul, wait here for me, I’ll be back soon."

As soon as Qin Chen finished speaking, he flickered and quickly rushed towards the source of the aura fluctuations.

"Senior, you..." Kabul hurriedly began to speak, but before he could say anything, Qin Chen had already vanished from his sight.

He just left like that?

Kabul felt a bit dazed; this senior was really trusting him too much, wasn’t he?

Should he run or not?

In an instant, Kabul’s heart was in turmoil.

Running now might be the best opportunity to escape. Star beasts never willingly became slaves—who would want to obediently serve as a mount?