Martial Master

This...

Chi Yan Demon Lord was momentarily stunned, her expression awkward.

She couldn't possibly say that Qin Chen and her father, Mo Li, were sworn enemies, right?

"Chi Yan, is he Mo Li's son?" Qin Chen looked at the small boy in front of him, whose eyes rolled around like crystal grapes, and felt a sense of absurdity rising in his heart.

Once upon a time, such a wild and domineering man like Mo Li actually had a child? And he was this cute?

The most crucial point was that he was the child of the Evil Demon Tribe's Chi Yan Demon Lord.

Although Qin Chen was well aware that after experiencing the cycle of life and death in the Underworld, Chi Yan Demon Lord had reincarnated and her soul had been purified, with her physical form completely transformed into that of the HongYan Martial Emperor, he still felt a strange sense in his heart, unable to accept it when he thought of the former appearance of Chi Yan Demon Lord.

Seeing Qin Chen's oddly scrutinizing gaze, Chi Yan Demon Lord couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh.

Prejudice in people's hearts was like a mountain; no matter how hard one tried, it was likely quite difficult to eliminate.

She slightly bent her body and gave a bow, saying, "Lord Qin Chen, Nian Li is indeed the child of my husband, Mo Li."

"Nian Li!" Qin Chen murmured.

"Yes, his name is Mo Nian Li," Chi Yan Demon Lord gently stroked the boy's head.

The little boy had a rebellious air about him. Under the watchful eyes of so many, he quickly turned his head away and said with an air of maturity, "Mother, I’m already a man! Can you please stop patting my head? It’s so embarrassing! How can a true hero be patted on the head? I want to be a hero like father, saving countless beings from peril and being admired by everyone."

As the little boy spoke with his head held high, there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

Qin Chen and the others exchanged glances, finding it hard to imagine that Mo Li's child actually had such a righteous mindset.

"What ambition!" Qin Chen smiled.

"By the way, uncle, you haven't told me what your relationship is with my father regarding life and death!" The little boy blinked.

Chi Yan Demon Lord's expression instantly turned tense.

Qin Chen chuckled, "Your father and I are blood brothers through thick and thin."

"Blood brothers through thick and thin?" The little boy looked at Qin Chen curiously.

Chi Yan Demon Lord was momentarily taken aback, her expression complex as she looked at Qin Chen.

"Yes." Qin Chen stepped forward, ruffling the little boy's fluffy head, which felt incredibly soft: "Your father and I have gone through quite a bit of life and death together!"

"Really?" The little boy hesitated for a moment but didn’t resist Qin Chen's touch; instead, he looked up with curiosity and asked, "Uncle, my mother said my father is a great hero. Is that true?"

Chi Yan Demon Lord's hands clenched tightly, her expression tense.

Qin Chen laughed, "Of course it's true! Just recently, your father and I fought against formidable enemies together. Although your father has many flaws, he really stands firm on the line of righteousness when it matters."

Upon hearing this, Chi Yan Demon Lord couldn't help but let out a slight breath of relief, her gratitude directed at Qin Chen. She never expected Qin Chen would speak so highly of Mo Li.

What she didn't know was that Qin Chen's words were not mere flattery.

Even though they started off on two completely different sides, whether on the Tianwu Continent against the Evil Demon Tribe, or in the Primal Universe against the Yuanmo Ancestor, or in the Underworld against the emperor of hidden darkness, and even in the cosmic sea against the Abyssal Clan, Mo Li had never faltered when it came to matters of great righteousness.

The little boy's eyes sparkled as he clenched his fists, excitedly saying, "I must train hard in the future, just like father, and become a great hero!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly threw a punch, causing a loud boom as the surrounding void trembled, and amidst that aura, an inexplicable power surged, sending a chill through everyone nearby as if they had suddenly transitioned from summer to winter.