Published: December 25, 2024
The Bloodhand King’s gaze was icy as he looked at the others in the venue.
“Lord Bloodhand King, it is indeed that Qin Chen.”
“We dare not deceive you, my lord.”
“That Qin Chen is extremely vicious and before leaving, he even snatched away the spirit medicines we obtained. We also wanted to help Young Master Shen, but alas, that Qin Chen's strength is too formidable, and we were powerless.”
“Please spare us, Lord Bloodhand King.”
The many martial artists screamed in terror, desperately pleading for mercy, recounting what had happened previously in detail.
“Ah, you brats, daring to kill the genius of our Great Qian Dynasty, you deserve to die a thousand deaths!”
Bloodhand King roared to the heavens, and with a loud boom, terrifying blood-colored true essence spread out, plowing the ground of the valley into hundreds of horrifying ravines.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
More than thirty martial artists around let out miserable cries, each being blown away, their armor shattered, blood spurting from their mouths, completely incapable of resisting.
“Dreamchen, why did you have to die!”
Bloodhand King's face was filled with rage, and his body trembled from anger.
The reason he returned from the Martial King region was that he received orders from the ancestor, fearing that other dynasties' Martial Kings would target the geniuses of the Great Qian Dynasty, so he came back to protect the disciples of the Great Qian Dynasty.
Among them, the most important was Shen Dreamchen.
Shen Dreamchen was one of the top ten new talents in the Hundred Dynasties, the most extraordinary genius of the Great Qian Dynasty, and one of the most promising to break through to the late stage of the seventh level. If the other disciples died, the ancestor of the Great Qian would feel nothing, but Shen Dreamchen's death would be an incomparably huge loss for the Great Qian Dynasty.
He, Bloodhand King, failed to protect Shen Dreamchen, and when he returned, he would undoubtedly face punishment from the ancestor.
“Speak, where did that Qin Chen and his group go?”
With a cold glare, Bloodhand King looked savagely at everyone on the scene.
“We do not know.”
“They left the valley and we didn’t dare to follow.”
“It seemed they went southeast.”
Everyone spoke one after another, but no one knew their exact whereabouts.
“Southeast?”
Bloodhand King's voice was icy, filled with endless killing intent.
“Daring to kill the disciples of our Great Qian Dynasty, I want all the geniuses of the Great Wei Dynasty to die here, not just the Martial Venerable geniuses, but all the Martial Kings must also perish.”
Bloodhand King roared, his voice booming like thunder, echoing throughout the desolate valley.
“As for you…”
Turning his head, a trace of killing intent flashed in Bloodhand King's eyes: “All the disciples of my Great Qian Dynasty are dead, why are you still alive?”
Boom!
He raised his hand and slapped out, the blood-colored palm resembling a canopy, enveloping the more than thirty geniuses beneath it.
“Lord Bloodhand King, spare us.”
“No…”
“We are…”
Boom!
Not a single word was spoken, as the blood-colored giant hand descended, the faces of the thirty-plus geniuses showed shock and anger, each letting out a miserable cry, and then under the overwhelming might of the palm, poof poof poof, they turned into blood mist.
“Buzz!” “Buzz!”
However, two weak lights suddenly flickered beneath the blood-colored palm, breaking through the void and shooting off into the distance.
“Escaping Talisman?”
Bloodhand King's gaze turned cold, shooting out two blood-red beams, slapping toward the empty space in the distance.
“Ah!”
A scream came, and within the void, a mass of blood mist exploded, leaving no trace behind.
But there was still a spatial fluctuation; after flickering for a moment, it disappeared without a trace.
“A little brat actually managed to escape, damn it!”
Bloodhand King's face darkened. He didn't expect that among these geniuses, there would be someone with such a high-level escaping talisman, even capable of dodging his killing blow.