Published: November 30, -0001
“Cheng, Young Hero, be careful.”
“Seeking death!”
Seeing that gigantic hand suddenly appear above Qin Chen's head, everyone was stunned for a moment, all letting out explosive shouts.
Among them, the black slave next to Qin Chen reacted first, the Heavenly Demon Banner already sweeping out to shield Qin Chen.
“Rip!”
However, the owner of that hand was far too powerful. A terrifying aura spread out, the black hand seemingly blocking out the sky and sun, instantly tearing apart the Heavenly Demon Banner that was shielding Qin Chen.
Although the Heavenly Demon Banner was the strongest true treasure of the black slave, it had no resistance whatsoever under that massive hand.
The sky was filled with black energy swept away in an instant, and the black slave let out a muffled groan, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale. Clearly, just being brushed by the opponent's true essence had already heavily injured him.
The black slave displayed horror, exclaiming, “Seventh Level Martial King!?”
And although he couldn't stop the opponent, he did give others a moment to react.
“Bold madman, dare to harm my Alchemy Pavilion's alchemist.”
“Stop!”
Not far away, on top of the flying beast, Zhuo Qingfeng and Nangong Li and the others revealed shocked expressions, all shouting angrily, simultaneously making their move.
Boom!
Three terrifying streams of light rushed forward, instantly blocking in front of the opponent's hand.
The aura representing a half-step Martial King soared into the sky.
But that figure sneered coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, the hand that had slightly paused pressed down again.
With a sound of poof, the attacks from Zhuo Qingfeng and the others, although they held on for a moment, were shattered in the blink of an eye.
On the back of the flying beast not far away, Zhuo Qingfeng and the others each let out a muffled groan, their expressions weary.
“A mere half-step Martial King dares to stop me? How arrogant.”
At this moment, the figure revealed itself, a thin silhouette clad in a black mask, his body concealed by a cloak, clearly not wanting to reveal his true appearance.
He chuckled lightly, his eyes shining with cold light. After shattering the attacks from Zhuo Qingfeng and the others, his hand flipped again, now only inches away from Qin Chen's head.
“Clang!”
At this critical moment, the mysterious rusty sword in Qin Chen's hand finally reacted, intercepting the opponent's hand in the fraction of a second.
At the same time, dark light swirled around Qin Chen, an ancient, obscure set of armor instantly appearing, enveloping his body.
Boom!
The black hand, carrying an immense force, struck down on the mysterious rusty sword that Qin Chen swung out. With a clang, Qin Chen's body shook violently, the rusty sword nearly slipping from his grasp, and that hand paused slightly, fiercely imprinting on Qin Chen's chest.
Poof!
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Qin Chen was instantly sent flying out, falling from the flying beast. The flying beast was caught by the wind from the masked man's palm, letting out a mournful cry, its wings splattering blood as it fell from the sky.
“Not good!”
Zhuo Qingfeng and the others were alarmed, hastily urging their flying beast to go rescue Qin Chen.
“Eh, what kind of armor is this? Such strong defense, this child didn't die?”
Seeing that although Qin Chen spat blood, his vitality was still strong, the masked man exclaimed in surprise. Then, his figure flickered, instantly surpassing the flying beast ridden by Zhuo Qingfeng and the others, zipping to Qin Chen's side.
“Do you think you can save someone in front of me? You're thinking too much. This child's armor is quite good; I want it.”
The masked man grinned menacingly, his right hand's index and middle fingers raised, using his fingers as a sword, stabbing towards Qin Chen's forehead in an instant.
“Chi chi chi!”
On the edges of his fingers, astonishing true essence dispersed, rippling through the air, creating waves that could penetrate gold and stone.