Martial Master

Fei Cheng's face instantly turned pale.

Qin Chen's sword strike was something even he couldn't stop. How could the heavily injured Feng Shaofeng, who had just lost his right arm, possibly resist it?

"You dare?" Fei Cheng roared, his eyes reddened, looking almost insane.

"Do you think I wouldn't dare!"

Qin Chen sneered coldly, his voice devoid of emotion, and the sword light grew even stronger, like a flash of lightning, instantly reaching Feng Shaofeng.

Seeing the terror in Feng Shaofeng's eyes, Qin Chen's mouth curved into a cold smile.

He knows fear now? But how did he treat Qianxue back then?

If Qin Chen hadn't arrived in time, today, it would have been Qianxue who died, and even Xiao Zhan and the others could have perished at the hands of Feng Lun and his group.

Since the Feng family dared to attack his friends, why should Qin Chen hold back?

"No, you’ve already let me go, you can't kill me!"

Faced with Qin Chen's unmatched sword, Feng Shaofeng's expression twisted in madness, revealing a look of despair as he shouted.

Was he, Feng Shaofeng, really going to die? On his wedding day, no less?

At that moment, a flood of memories surged in Feng Shaofeng's mind, most of which were of the martial artists who had perished at his hands, their eyes filled with despair in their final moments.

So this is what it feels like to die in despair?

"Poof!"

With a soft sound, Feng Shaofeng's body suddenly froze, his expression stiffening, his eyes wide open in fear and despair. He had never imagined he would find himself in such a situation.

The next moment.

Poof!

A bloodstain appeared on Feng Shaofeng's forehead, and his body was split in half, crashing to the ground.

"Did you really think I would let you go? Just now, I was merely toying with you!"

Watching Feng Shaofeng's fallen body, Qin Chen sneered coldly. From the moment Feng Shaofeng forced Qianxue, this man was already doomed.

Hiss!

The others at the scene gasped in shock as they watched Feng Shaofeng's body fall, their hearts racing and hairs standing on end.

The eldest son of the Feng family, dead?

Everyone stared in disbelief at this scene, their hearts shaking violently.

They understood Feng Shaofeng's status in the Feng family all too well. It was clear that he was already considered the next head of the Feng family, a rare genius in a hundred years. Yet now, he was dead.

Qin Chen, without any words or nonsense, had killed him just like that. With a single sword, he shattered the Feng family’s hopes. He had fulfilled his promise to wipe out the Feng family, and Feng Shaofeng was merely the beginning.

This kid is too ruthless!

Not to be provoked!

Everyone looked at Qin Chen in a daze, unable to articulate the turmoil in their hearts. How could he, a disciple of the Five Nations, have the audacity to kill the Feng family's eldest son? They couldn't comprehend it at all.

"Ah..."

A shrill scream suddenly snapped the crowd awake. They saw Fei Cheng staring blankly at the corpse on the ground—his only son, the one he had nurtured for over twenty years, the pride of the Feng family.

Today was supposed to be a joyous day for Shaofeng, but now he lay motionless on the ground.

"I want you dead, and all of you must die!"

Fei Cheng glared at Qin Chen with a venomous gaze, the power of his bloodline roaring within him, transforming him into a figure of wrath.

Qin Chen, holding the mysterious rusty sword, watched the raging Fei Cheng, his eyes also filled with killing intent.

"I want you dead as well."

Qin Chen sneered, his gaze chilling. Until now, it was just a warm-up; now, the warm-up was over.

"Swish!"

He leaped forward, taking the initiative to attack Fei Cheng.

"Arrogant, die for me!"

Fei Cheng roared, launching a punch toward the top of Qin Chen's head.

However, after that punch was thrown, it missed. It was as if, at some point, Qin Chen had already appeared at his side, swiftly slashing with his sword.

"Poof!"

The protective true energy surrounding Fei Cheng was instantly cut open, followed by a spray of blood as he screamed and was sent flying backward. A nearly foot-long gash appeared on his chest, blood gushing from it continuously.