Published: November 30, -0001
“Speak, where exactly are Wang Qiming and the others?”
Qin Chen coldly glared at the two, his voice icy.
“Who are you? Where is this place…?”
The two screamed sharply, their eyes filled with horror.
Suddenly being brought from the academy entrance to such a sinister and terrifying place left them in shock and fear.
Their hair stood on end, staring angrily at Qin Chen.
“Figure out the situation; it is this Young Master asking you now!” Qin Chen said sternly.
“I understand now, this is your spiritual space; you are an illusionist?”
Suddenly, as if realizing something, Qiu Yun's face revealed shock, and then powerful true energy surged madly from within him, attempting to break through this spiritual barrier.
“Stop wasting your effort; with your spiritual cultivation, trying to break through this Young Master’s spiritual space is akin to a dreamer speaking nonsense.” Qin Chen sneered.
“You little brat, do you know who this Young Master is? This Young Master is Qiu Yun from the Qiu family. If you dare to touch me, my Qiu family will not let you go! If you are wise, quickly release me, and I will spare your life!”
Seeing that resistance was useless, the handsome young man immediately reprimanded loudly, his eyes filled with resentment.
At such a moment, he still dared to threaten Qin Chen.
“It seems normal questioning is impossible now.”
Qin Chen shook his head, his expression calm and composed, and a thorny lightning whip appeared in his hand.
After breaking through to the sixth rank in spiritual power, Qin Chen could expand the time flow in the spiritual illusion to over a hundred times.
This meant that one breath of time in the outside world was at least a hundred breaths here, which was enough for Qin Chen to do many things.
“Crack!”
The black lightning thorn whip sliced through the void, instantly striking the handsome young man, tearing deep, charred marks covered in blood scabs on his body.
“Ah!”
The handsome young man screamed in agony, glaring at Qin Chen and roaring, “Brat, if you dare to touch me, my Qiu family will not let you go.”
“Hehe.”
Qin Chen laughed coldly, unfazed, but Qiu Yun's toughness was giving him a headache. He was not a sadist; he believed that through constant torment, Qiu Yun would beg for mercy soon, but he did not have that time.
At this moment, what was weighing on Qin Chen’s mind were still Wang Qiming and the others.
“This guy has quite the backbone; I wonder how tough yours is?”
Turning his head, Qin Chen looked at the girl who kept calling him a commoner.
The girl was dressed in thin silk, her limbs stretched out, being pulled by lightning chains in the void, her posture extremely ambiguous, her curves faintly visible.
“Commoner, what do you want?”
Feeling Qin Chen's malicious gaze, the girl felt a chill run down her spine, as if she were completely seen through, with no secrets left to hide. Her face turned pale in an instant, and she subconsciously shouted angrily.
“Commoner?”
Qin Chen smiled lightly, swinging the thorn-covered lightning whip in his hand.
“Crack!”
Electricity surged, and a whip mark instantly appeared on the girl’s chest. The thin silk on her body was torn apart, revealing a large expanse of delicate skin.
“Ah!”
The girl gasped, her body trembling, feeling unprecedented helplessness. She instinctively wanted to cover her exposed body with her hands, but her body was bound in the void, unable to move, only able to watch her figure exposed to the air.
“Little brat, if you have the guts, let me go, and let’s fight to the death!”
Qiu Yun’s eyes burned with rage, roaring and shouting, veins bulging all over his body.
“Hmm, still not going to speak? Hehe, in this Young Master’s spiritual space, this Young Master is the king here, free to do as I please. With such a delicate girl, shouldn’t I do something?”
Qin Chen smiled ambiguously at Qiu Yun and the enchanting girl, “You two must be a couple, right? Doing something inappropriate in front of your boyfriend, I wonder if he will throw you aside as a commoner later?”