Martial Master

With doubts in his heart, Zhao Lun inexplicably felt a hint of fear towards Qin Chen. His eyes flickered, and a smile unexpectedly appeared on his face, losing the initial arrogance. He clasped his hands and said to Qin Chen, “Brother Qin, I am Zhao Lun from the Datong Dynasty. Right now, there are only our two teams here, and coincidentally, there are two treasures. Although you are late to arrive and according to the rules, you shouldn’t be entitled to anything, but in the spirit of sharing, once the restriction is lifted, I can have the contents of that jade slip engraved for you. How about that?”

“No how about, give you a way out, and roll out of here.”

Qin Chen said淡淡, his gaze fixed on the jade slip within the restriction. He was pondering what was recorded in that jade slip, was it a technique or a martial skill?

Zhao Lun and his companions' expressions instantly changed. A surge of anger erupted from the three of them, accompanied by a hint of sharp killing intent.

Here he was, kindly offering the opportunity to engrave the jade slip, yet this brat not only showed no gratitude but was also so arrogant, clearly not taking the three of them seriously.

“Brat, you’re seeking death!”

Although Zhao Lun was a bit wary of Qin Chen due to Zhu Hai's odd behavior, it didn’t mean he feared Qin Chen. Upon hearing Qin Chen’s words, he could no longer contain himself, and a massive black seal appeared in his hand, resembling a mountain, crashing violently towards Qin Chen.

The other two saw Zhao Lun take action and simultaneously summoned their weapons. One wielded a pair of golden weapons resembling law wheels, spinning rapidly and crazily cutting through the air, enveloping Qin Chen with an astonishing intent to kill.

The other person brandished a long spear, and with a shake, it transformed into countless spear shadows, instantly surrounding Wu Gong Ling, evidently targeting him.

However, before the three of them could launch their attacks, Qin Chen’s mysterious rust sword swung out violently. Since the other party had made a move, he naturally had no intention of holding back.

“Boom!”

The mountain-like black seal emitted a dim black light, but before it reached Qin Chen's head, it was struck by the mysterious rust sword. Zhao Lun hadn’t even fully activated the seal when a terrifying backlash force surged over.

The black seal was immediately sent flying by Qin Chen’s sword, crashing against the stone wall of the secret chamber with a loud bang, causing the entire room to tremble slightly.

Puff!

Zhao Lun spat out a mouthful of blood, staring in horror at Qin Chen. With just one move, he realized he was definitely no match for Qin Chen. Not only was he not a match, but the gap was too vast. The backlash force from that mysterious rust sword rampaged through his body, tearing his meridians apart in an instant.

At that moment, he finally understood why Zhu Hai wanted to leave upon seeing Qin Chen. This brat was simply a freak. Although he was only a late-stage Martial Venerable of the sixth level, his strength was more than double that of Zhao Lun, a half-step Martial King, clearly not on the same level. Otherwise, how could he have severely injured him with just one sword strike?

“Quick, run!”

In a moment of fright and anger, he hurriedly shouted at the other two.

“Eh, this black seal seems pretty good.”

After sending the seal flying with one sword, Qin Chen noticed that the black light on the seal only dimmed slightly and showed no signs of damage. He secretly praised it. Since it remained intact under his sword, that seal seemed to be a fine treasure.

In comparison, the golden law wheel was far inferior. After sending the black seal flying with one sword, Qin Chen reversed his sword and struck at the golden law wheel that was already before him.

Creak!

The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing rang out, and countless sparks flew. The law wheel shattered with a snap as Qin Chen’s sword cleaved through it, transforming it into countless fragments that dispersed in the air. At that moment, the Martial Venerable wielding the law wheel heard Zhao Lun's exclamation, but it was already too late to escape, and he was instantly engulfed by the remaining sword light, letting out a cry as he was torn apart into a mist of blood.