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Martial Master

Chapter 907: Sikong Sees Blood 🩸

Published: December 25, 2024

“Such a powerful presence.”

Everyone felt a chill run down their spine, as if pricked by needles, their hairs standing on end.

Compared to the previous masters of the Great Jin Dynasty, this person's aura was far stronger, exuding an extraordinary temperament, distinctly different from the three who had come before.

Even with two of their own disciples from the Great Jin Dynasty killed, he remained calm and unhurried, slowly ascending the stage. With each step, the rhythm of the Dao flowed beneath his feet, as if he had merged with the heavens and earth.

“Who on earth is this person?”

Everyone was shocked. Such a Dao rhythm could only be mastered by a Martial King, and if a talented martial artist could grasp such a Dao rhythm, they would not be an unknown figure. Even within the entire Hundred Dynasties, they would possess great fame.

“Could it be a core genius from the Great Qian Dynasty?”

Someone speculated, which immediately sparked a nod of agreement.

Just from the imposing aura, it was clear this person was extraordinary, and yet he wore a mask, clearly not wanting to reveal his true identity. This indicated that his status was likely not ordinary; otherwise, why conceal himself so?

“I didn't expect him to be forced to take action. It seems this kid is doomed today.”

In the Jin Yue Pavilion, Gou Feng from the Great Qian Dynasty looked serious and excited as he watched the masked man take the stage.

His previously furious eyes calmed, and now, looking at Qin Chen was akin to gazing at a dead man.

“Gou Feng, who exactly is this person?”

Li Rujun and others, seeing Gou Feng's confidence, couldn't help but ask.

The aura of the masked man on the arena even made them feel a sense of trepidation; he couldn’t possibly be an ordinary genius.

Gou Feng chuckled, “As for his identity, I can only speculate, but I’m not sure. However, if my guess is correct, then this match cannot yield any other result.”

“Who exactly is it?”

The more Gou Feng spoke, the more puzzled everyone became.

“Just watch.”

But Gou Feng only smiled and remained silent, not providing any answers.

Because he too had some doubts about whether the dynasty would truly send this person out.

On the arena.

The young man with the black mask coldly stared at Qin Chen.

“You dare to kill two disciples of my Great Jin Dynasty? You really have some guts!”

A black-sheathed sword made of shark skin appeared in his hand. Accompanied by his indifferent words, a sharp sword intent surged into the sky, making him seem like a drawn sword, emanating a dazzling sword radiance that soared towards the clouds, his black robe fluttering like a sword immortal ready to ride the wind.

A swordsman? The masked man was also a swordsman?

Everyone's minds raced as they searched for any sword masters from the Great Qian Dynasty.

What shocked them even more was the aura emanating from the masked man, clearly a late-stage Martial Venerable of the sixth rank.

In the realm of the Hundred Dynasties, a late-stage Martial Venerable of the sixth rank was not particularly noteworthy, but given the opponent's age, it became somewhat terrifying.

After all, this competition was to validate the strength of the geniuses from various nations, and only martial artists under thirty could participate in the contest.

A late-stage Martial Venerable of the sixth rank under thirty years old has a probability of over fifty percent to become a Martial King in the future.

“Why talk so much? If you want revenge, just make your move.” Qin Chen said coldly.

The masked man's gaze suddenly turned icy, squinting into a narrow slit as he coldly said, “Truly arrogant. I initially respected you as a person of significance, but since you killed two disciples of my Great Jin Dynasty, today, I will certainly kill you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the masked man stepped forward swiftly.

“Wind Sweeps the Clouds!”

The long sword unsheathed, and the fierce sword light was elusive, creating ripple after ripple in the void, as if a furious wind swept across the sky, shooting towards Qin Chen, blocking out the sun.