Chapter 6769
: Vulnerable to a single blow
Their eyes were piercing, filled with a murderous intent so intense it was almost overflowing. Their ruthlessness seemed to transform into countless sharp, tangible blades capable of cutting through the air.
Every gaze was filled with the determination to crush Xiao Chen completely and put him to death, as if a single glance could plunge Xiao Chen into an abyss of no return, from which he would never be reborn.
Just as they were glaring angrily, their fists swung up with a whooshing sound, about to smash into Xiao Chen's nose like cannonballs, everything around them seemed to be paused by an invisible hand.
Time seemed to freeze, the air seemed to thicken, and even the slightest breeze stopped flowing.
At this critical moment, Xiao Chen suddenly moved, his whole body like a ghost, leaving a faint, almost imperceptible afterimage in the spot, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
His speed was so fast that no one could keep up with his movements. In the blink of an eye, Xiao Chen, who was standing there, was gone.
The three men's fists remained poised to strike, their pupils dilating as if they had witnessed the most unbelievable thing in the world.
Their eyes were filled with astonishment, their expressions as if asking, "How is this possible?" Then, fear spread rapidly throughout their bodies like a tidal wave.
Before they could even react to this sudden turn of events, a chilling sensation ran down their necks.
The chill was like an icy snake, creeping up their spines little by little, making them shiver and their hair stand on end wherever it went.
It turned out that Xiao Chen had silently appeared behind them at some point, his figure as straight and upright as a pine tree, firmly rooted in the ground.
His right hand, like an iron clamp, gripped the three men's vital points tightly. With a slight exertion of force, the power seemed to penetrate their skin and reach deep into their bones, causing them excruciating pain.
Immediately afterwards, a crisp "crack" was heard, a sound like a withered branch breaking in the cold wind, which sent chills down one's spine.
The three people's cervical vertebrae were snapped almost simultaneously. Their fragile bones were as fragile as paper in the face of Xiao Chen's powerful strength.
Their bodies instantly lost their support; they were still in the posture of throwing punches, but now they slowly tilted forward like puppets with broken strings.
Three dull thuds echoed as their bodies crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust and creating shallow craters.
Blood gushed from the necks of the three men like a fountain, the bright red color particularly glaring under the dim light.
Blood flowed down their bodies, pooling on the ground into winding streams that stained large areas of the ground red.
"Vulnerable."
Xiao Chen flicked the blood off his hands expressionlessly. The blood droplets traced graceful arcs in the air before falling to the ground, splashing up tiny blood flowers.
His voice was as flat as if he were talking about what to eat today, without the slightest ripple, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze calmly fixed on the man standing not far away.
At this moment, the man's face suddenly turned as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.
Xiao Chen's already angular face now slowly curled up at the corners of his mouth, a cruel smile blooming on his lips.
That smile was like the狰狞 smile of a demon crawling out of the deepest hell, carrying endless chill and bloodthirsty madness. The already oppressive atmosphere around them instantly became even colder because of that smile, making people feel a chill run from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, and they couldn't help but shiver all over, a sense of horror completely engulfing them like a tidal wave.
The man stared at Xiao Chen's chilling smile, then saw the three once arrogant Tongtian Realm warriors fall instantly. He felt as if he had been struck by an invisible thunderbolt, and his mind went completely blank.
His legs began to weaken uncontrollably, and his steps became unsteady, like a drunkard who had lost his balance in a raging storm, staggering backward.
With each step back, he nearly tripped over the corpses on the ground, looking utterly pathetic.
His eyes were wide open like copper bells, filled with terror and deep disbelief.
It was as if everything happening before his eyes was an absurd nightmare, and he could wake up from it if he shook his head desperately.
"Impossible...how is it possible..."
The man's lips trembled violently, and his voice became sharp and broken, each word seeming to be squeezed out from his dry throat by the strength of his teeth.
His hands waved wildly in the air, as if he could grasp at that non-existent hope to prove that everything before him was an illusion.
"The three of them are all martial artists at the Tongtian Realm! In the path of martial arts, they have reached an extremely high level that countless people look up to."
Ordinary people, even those martial artists who consider themselves geniuses, are nothing more than ants in front of them, and are no match for them at all.
But now... but now..."
The man's voice grew softer and softer until it was almost a low sob, as fear and shock overwhelmed him like a surging tide.
"What kind of monster are you!"
The man suddenly screamed hysterically, his voice filled with despair and anger, as if that could dispel the endless fear in his heart.
Xiao Chen's expression was cold and stern, his eyes like an incomparably sharp sword, flashing with a fierce light, piercing straight at the man.
He walked slowly towards the man, his steps steady and powerful, each step carrying an undeniable authority.
His footsteps splashed up blood on the ground, and blood flowers bloomed in the air like bewitching red lotuses in full bloom.
Behind him, a string of vivid, bloody footprints were left, as if they were a deep imprint of his anger and determination, proclaiming to the world his unstoppable will.
As he continued forward, the aura around him became increasingly turbulent, like a volcano about to erupt, containing boundless, world-destroying power.
This aura, like a tangible storm, raged wildly around him, causing the surrounding air to howl sharply.
This aura gradually condensed and transformed, slowly forming a majestic and extraordinary war god in mid-air.
The God of War stood tall and straight like a pine tree, a majestic mountain peak, proudly standing between heaven and earth, as if nothing in the world could shake him in the slightest. (End of Chapter)