Martial Master

"Black Slave?"

Qin Chen rushed forward, helping the Black Slave up and sensing his body, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

It turned out he had only fainted.

At first, when he saw the Black Slave, he really thought he had died here.

But how did he end up in this strange place after entering the palace together with the Black Slave?

"Black Slave, wake up!"

Qin Chen wanted to shout to wake the Black Slave, but he found that although the Black Slave was not dead, his body was extremely weak, and even his soul aura was somewhat faint, making it impossible to wake him up.

"What on earth happened to the Black Slave?"

Qin Chen fed the Black Slave a nourishing soul pill and then surveyed the surroundings.

Upon looking around, he was suddenly startled, nearly breaking into a cold sweat.

He saw an old, emaciated man sitting several dozen meters in front of him, emanating an ancient and desolate feeling.

However, the old man was already dead, devoid of any vitality, yet simply sitting there, he exuded a terrifying aura that made one’s heart tremble.

His head drooped, and he held a black magic knife in his hand. Although he had been dead for countless years, the aura emanating from him was almost enough to tear Qin Chen’s body apart.

"Hiss!"

Qin Chen couldn't help but suck in a cold breath.

He considered himself knowledgeable and had seen countless powerful individuals.

But it was still his first time encountering an old man who, even after many years of death, retained such a terrifying pressure.

Even if a Nineth Level Martial God died, after countless years, he probably wouldn't leave behind such a terrifying pressure.

He was certain that if an ordinary Wuzong came here, just this pressure alone would be enough to make other Wuzong bleed from their seven orifices and have their souls shattered.

"Could it be that the Black Slave was fainted by the aura of this old man?"

It wasn't impossible.

Qin Chen was sure that this person must have been an ancient powerhouse, at least a peak Martial God.

Unable to help but sigh, Qin Chen cautiously approached the old man. As he drew closer, the oppressive feeling he sensed grew stronger, even his Indestructible Saint Body was struggling to withstand it.

The old man had been dead for an unknown amount of time, and the robes adorning him were clearly made of exquisite materials, yet now they were tattered and nearly turned to ash.

However, the skin exposed to the outside world still held a sheen. If it weren’t for the absence of any vitality, Qin Chen might even have thought he was alive.

What surprised Qin Chen even more was the black magic knife in the old man's hand. He didn’t know how many people this black magic knife had killed in ancient times, but even after countless years, it still exuded an immense killing intent and resentment.

What Qin Chen found strange was that there seemed to be a layer of restrictions surrounding the old man, and a dense blood aura emanated from him.

"What a thick blood aura, and it seems quite fresh. How strange!"

Qin Chen frowned. This blood aura didn’t seem like it had been around for countless years, but rather like it had emerged in recent years, and within the blood aura, there was a chilling resentment.

Who exactly was this old man?

Qin Chen cautiously projected his spiritual sense towards the old man, probing the surroundings to find some clues.

But as soon as his spiritual sense landed on the old man, a terrifying aura surged from him with a loud bang. Qin Chen's entire body shook, and his soul trembled; he couldn’t control his actions and staggered back several dozen steps before stopping.

Simultaneously, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted from his mouth.

Standing ten or so meters away, Qin Chen stared in horror at the old man, who clearly had no vitality. How could he suddenly emit such a terrifying killing aura?

"Could it be that the senior is not dead?"

Qin Chen asked in shock.

No response confirmed that this old man had indeed been dead for many years.

Qin Chen let out a long sigh of relief. What was this guy's cultivation level before his death? After so many years, merely probing with his spiritual sense would trigger such a terrifying backlash of killing intent.