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Martial Master

Chapter 652: Self-Destruction Array 💥

Published: November 30, -0001

What?

This sudden scene changed the expressions of everyone present.

Especially Zhou Xun, who looked angrily at the powerful Elder of the Demon Tribe, his eyes flashing with a deep haze.

Originally, in his plan, after the formation was broken, the Strange Beast would restrain the Elder of the Demon Tribe, while his subordinates would kill the black slaves and capture Qin Chen, making everything perfectly executed.

But now, the sudden outburst of the Elder of the Demon Tribe had caused his plan to go awry.

"Let's take control of the teleportation formation first."

With a grim expression, Zhou Xun, who had been safe in the valley, quickly rushed towards the teleportation formation behind Qin Chen, instantly charging into the formation.

"You want to occupy the teleportation formation? No way!"

Qin Chen roared, madly slashing his sword towards Zhou Xun. The brilliant sword light resembled a rainbow, instantly appearing before Zhou Xun.

"Want to kill me? Is it that easy?!" Zhou Xun sneered coldly, a battle blade suddenly appearing in his hand. A surge of overwhelming battle intent erupted from the blade, clashing with the sword light from Qin Chen, instantly shattering Qin Chen's sword light.

"Boom!"

The splintering sword light slashed against Zhou Xun, but it fell silently, like a cow sinking into the sea, vanishing without a trace, absorbed completely by the armor on Zhou Xun.

"What strong defense!"

Qin Chen's gaze sharpened, showing a serious expression.

"Hahaha, no matter how strong you are, you're merely a Martial Venerable in the mid-fifth stage. Do you really think you can kill me?" Zhou Xun laughed derisively, "My father allowed me to travel across the dynasty, which naturally means he won't let me fall into danger. The armor on me can withstand even a full power strike from a Martial King in early sixth stage, and you think you can hurt me? Dream on!"

Zhou Xun's robes were torn apart, revealing a radiant armor, covered in flickering runes and formations, with a defense that was extraordinary.

"You attacked first; now it’s my turn."

With a sinister smile, Zhou Xun gripped his blade, an invisible power erupted from his body as he ruthlessly swung his blade at Qin Chen.

"Whoosh!"

The fierce blade light cut through the air, instantly arriving before Qin Chen.

With Qin Chen's cultivation, dodging shouldn’t have been difficult, but he was currently being besieged by two early sixth stage Martial Kings and, caught off guard, he couldn't defend in time, merely managing to cross his sword in front of his chest before the blade light struck him.

"Poof!"

Blood sprayed, and Qin Chen flew backward, utterly disheveled.

"Young Master Chen!"

The black slave was furious, his gaze wild as he wanted to rush to rescue Qin Chen, but found himself powerless.

At this moment, he was surrounded by three early sixth stage Martial Kings, each a royal guard of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Even with the Demon Flag, he could only barely hold on.

Having sent Qin Chen flying with a strike, Zhou Xun's lips curled in a cold smile as he mockingly said, "How was that strike? Do you think you're the only one capable of fighting above your level? Let me tell you today, although I'm only in the late fifth stage, I've killed more than one or two early sixth stage Martial Kings."

With a cold chuckle, Zhou Xun and the other two sixth stage Martial Kings joined forces to surround Qin Chen.

"Damn it."

The Elder of the Demon Tribe's expression turned cold as he rushed towards the stone platform. He absolutely could not let Qin Chen fall into Zhou Xun's hands; otherwise, he too would fall under their control.

"Your opponent is me!"

A thunderous roar echoed, followed by a blood-red figure dashing towards the Elder of the Demon Tribe.

At this moment, the Strange Beast was muscular, its skin turned blood red, exuding a chilling aura.

The injuries it had sustained before not only hadn’t made it retreat but had instead made it even more ferocious.

"Get away!"

The Elder of the Demon Tribe roared angrily, swinging his snake staff in an attempt to shake off the Strange Beast.