Martial Master

A trace of blood-red color appeared in his eyes as he pushed a palm toward Qin Chen.

The power of this palm was more than double the previous one. Qin Chen only felt a surge of powerful energy sweeping towards him, his blood and energy churning, almost causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Boom boom boom!

Qin Yong swung his fists wildly, displaying a stance that seemed mad, with a determination to kill Qin Chen without stopping.

"Thunder Bloodline!"

Suddenly, streaks of lightning appeared on Qin Chen's body. Amidst the lightning, his speed doubled. Like a flash of lightning, he continuously dodged, evading all of Qin Yong's attacks.

Qin Yong was so shocked his eyes almost popped out.

Damn it, he had worked so hard, tried every possible way, and even consumed his only precious Violent Blood Pill that he had treasured for years, just to gain a slight advantage.

But unexpectedly, Qin Chen casually responded, his strength soaring once again, leaving Qin Yong at a loss.

At this moment, Qin Yong had a vague illusion. The young Qin Chen in front of him seemed like a deep, unfathomable cold pool. Every time he thought he had reached the bottom, he would discover it was even deeper.

"If I don't kill this boy today, I will surely die in the future!"

Just as Qin Yong's heart turned vicious, determined to kill Qin Chen even if it meant risking his life.

"Who is causing trouble in the middle of the night, arrest them for me."

From afar, the sound of footsteps and a furious roar erupted as several figures flew over, entering the courtyard in an instant.

It was the capital's city guards!

Qin Yong's pupils shrank. Wasn't this the civilian area? How did the city guards arrive so quickly? Generally, the city guards were stationed in the east city, where the nobles and dignitaries resided. When did the west city start reacting so fast?

"Die!"

Realizing the urgency, Qin Yong disregarded everything and charged at Qin Chen. If he didn't kill him now, he wouldn't have another chance.

"Bold scoundrel, still daring to act violently!"

Roar!

Like the thunder's fury, a dominant figure ascended into the sky, wielding a battle knife fiercely like a ferocious wolf, clashing with the rampaging Qin Yong.

Boom crash!

A strong gust swept through, as if a level ten gale hit the courtyard. Qin Yong's body swayed, landing on the ground. In contrast, the newcomer held the battle knife with trembling hands, his palm cracking and bleeding, a look of shock on his face.

"With such cultivation, you dare to act violently here."

The newcomer was a burly man, his face covered in beard like steel needles. His cultivation was also at the late peak of the Earth Level, his true energy boiling.

"Young Master Chen, I arrived late and startled you."

The burly man spoke with trepidation upon seeing the ground littered with corpses and the stench of blood, cupping his hands toward Qin Chen.

"Who are you?"

Qin Chen asked in confusion.

"I am Zuo Li, Deputy Commander of the City Guards in the west city, instructed by Prince Kang to personally guard the west city where you reside, Young Master Chen. I didn't expect to still be late. Please forgive me."

Zuo Li's heart was filled with alarm. During the day, Prince Kang repeatedly urged him to ensure Young Master Chen's safety.

However, in Zuo Li's view, Qin Chen was merely a teenager and unlikely to face danger. Therefore, although he was on standby nearby, he wasn't overly vigilant. Who knew that in the middle of the night, his subordinates would report real sounds of fighting in the west city?

Zuo Li was greatly shocked and rushed over as soon as possible, arriving quickly.

Seeing the ground full of corpses and blood now, Zuo Li was utterly terrified. If he had arrived any later and something had happened to Young Master Chen, how would he explain to Prince Kang?

Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out on Zuo Li's back, and he immediately glared fiercely at Qin Yong.

"Men, arrest this man attempting to assassinate Young Master Chen and interrogate him severely."

Upon his command, seven to eight city guards charged forward crazily, each like a tiger or wolf, their true energy surging.