Chapter 7395
Just a Few Small Fish
How could a seemingly fragile wooden sword sever his hundred-times-forged cold iron short blade?!
Just how many earth-shattering secrets is this kid hiding?!
In shock, the old man didn't have time to think. He discarded the broken blade, and the veins on his withered arm bulged. The remaining true energy condensed into a fierce fist aura, which, with a ghostly shriek, slammed into Xiao Chen's face!
"Destroy them for me!"
The fist, carrying a violent gust of wind, instantly approached Xiao Chen!
But just as the fist's energy was about to touch the tip of his nose...
A streak of emerald light suddenly ripped through the void, moving at an extreme speed, almost without making a sound, yet carrying a deadly chilling glint!
The old man's hair stood on end, and a chill of death shot up his spine, making his whole body stiff!
He caught a glimpse of that green light out of the corner of his eye; it turned out to be a short, sharp thorn with barbs!
In a flash, he tried to dodge to the side, but it was too late!
"Pfft!"
The thorns pierced his throat with pinpoint accuracy, piercing his carotid artery, and scalding blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing red on the ground in front of him.
The old man's eyes were wide open, still filled with endless horror, resentment, and greed. His body trembled violently, and he collapsed to the ground, completely silent.
Xiao Chen glanced indifferently at the corpse on the ground, his fingertips stroking the green wooden sword in his hand, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.
Since acquiring the Thorn Martial Soul, he has indeed used it far too little. This level of combat is an excellent opportunity for honing his skills... As long as he suppresses his own cultivation level, he can refine his techniques and become familiar with the use of the Martial Soul in actual combat.
The battle just now seemed easy and effortless, but in reality, it was fraught with danger. If his skill level hadn't far surpassed his opponent's, he might not have won so decisively in a true contest of technique.
Relying on realm suppression for too long will eventually dull one's fighting instincts, making it inevitable to suffer losses when encountering top-tier experts of the same realm.
He snapped out of his reverie, his five fingers outstretched, and an invisible surge of true energy swept out from afar, drawing something from the old man's arms into his palm... a specially made black encrypted communicator.
Flipping through the call log, the latest entry was a call to a number in Beijing. Xiao Chen's eyes turned cold, and he dialed back without hesitation.
……
The capital city, the central hub of the New Martial Arts Association, a secret underground chamber.
Qin Shanhe was sitting behind the black iron desk, intently flipping through an encrypted file marked "Top Secret," his brows furrowed.
The dossier contained all the intelligence about Xiao Chen, from his rise in the ancient city to his killing of Ao Tianchen, and then to his killing of Duanmu Jue on the Life and Death Arena. Every piece of information was shocking.
"His talent is decent, but unfortunately he's too arrogant." Qin Shanhe put down the file, tapping his fingertips lightly on the table, a cold glint in his eyes.
As he was deep in thought, the red communicator on the table, which symbolized the "dedicated line for operations," suddenly vibrated.
Qin Shanhe glanced at the caller ID and a knowing sneer curled his lips... It was one of his men sent to assassinate Xiao Chen in the western region.
It seems they've succeeded.
“Xiao Chen, oh Xiao Chen,” he picked up the communicator, his tone tinged with mockery, “no matter how talented you are, if you don’t respect the rules, you’re headed for death. In the end, this world isn’t a place where you can run rampant just by force.”
"What a pity, at such a young age... he still had some potential for development."
He pressed the speakerphone button and calmly instructed, "Clean up the body thoroughly, leave no trace. After all, this kid is a martial arts instructor; let's avoid any unforeseen complications."
There was complete silence on the other end of the communicator; there was no response.
"Hmm? Why aren't you saying anything?" Qin Shanhe frowned slightly, his tone turning serious. "Did you mess things up?"
The next second, a cold, emotionless voice, as if from the deepest hell, clearly came from the speaker:
"No need to ask. They're all dead, waiting for you on the road to the underworld."
Qin Shanhe's expression changed instantly. The voice continued, carrying an undeniable sense of oppression: "I don't know who you are, nor do I need to know. After today, if the New Martial Arts Association dares to reach out to me again..."
“I will go to the capital myself, find you, and personally twist your head off and hang it on the gate of the New Martial Arts Association.”
"Beep...beep..."
A cold, busy tone sounded, and the communication was abruptly disconnected.
Qin Shanhe froze on the spot, his pupils suddenly contracted, and then a tremendous rage erupted from his chest like a volcanic eruption, his face instantly turning a purplish-red!
Threat!
This is a blatant threat!
Qin Shanhe, a top expert ranked among the top ten on the Heavenly Ranking, wielding power in the new Martial Arts Tournament and intimidating half of the martial arts world in the Dragon Kingdom, was actually humiliated and threatened from afar by a junior in his early twenties?!
"presumptuous!!"
Qin Shanhe slammed his hand on the table!
"boom!"
The entire desk, cast from black iron, suddenly caved in, its steel-like legs snapped inch by inch, and the specially made encrypted communicator was instantly crushed into dust!
Inside the sealed room, terrifying energy raged wildly, causing scrolls on the bookshelves to fall and create a scene of utter chaos. Qin Shanhe's chest heaved violently, and the killing intent in his eyes was so intense it almost materialized.
"Xiao Chen...you're asking for it!!"
……
Xiao Chen put away the communicator, casually crushed it, and dialed Di Tianyan's number, his tone indifferent: "Send some people to the hill near the western villa to clean up the scene, and don't leave any traces."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Di Tianyan did not dare to hesitate in the slightest and immediately agreed.
After hanging up the phone, Xiao Chen stood on the mountaintop, the evening breeze ruffling his dark-colored outfit, but his mind gradually calmed down.
After this battle, he understood even more clearly that in this perilous world, strength was the only thing to rely on.
With the immortal abode within his body and the support of ancient secrets, what is there to fear even when facing the four holy lands or the mysterious and unpredictable spiritual realm?
If the pursuit of Jiang Meng is indeed related to the Four Holy Lands...
So what if we flatten the four holy lands and overthrow these so-called giants of inheritance?!
A chilling aura unconsciously emanated from his body, faintly condensing into a blurry phantom of a war god around him. The overwhelming killing intent leaked out, making the surrounding air heavy and oppressive.
Xiao Chen took a deep breath, composed himself, and stopped thinking about it. Several car lights were already on on the mountain road in the distance; these were people sent by Di Tianyan.
He turned and went down the mountain, and in a few leaps, he was back next to the car waiting outside the villa.
"Mr. Xiao."
The car door opened, and Li Can quickly stepped out. When he saw the battlefield on the mountaintop, which looked like it had been ravaged by a hurricane, and the corpses lying haphazardly at the foot of the mountain, his pupils suddenly contracted, his face instantly darkened, and a strong sense of anger and guilt welled up in his heart.
Mr. Xiao was ambushed as soon as he met Qin Wu, the captain of the Shenlong Guard. As the person in charge of perimeter security, he is undoubtedly to blame!
"Just a few small fry, please clean them up." Xiao Chen said calmly, as if he had only stepped on a few ants, and turned to get into the car.
The black sedan drove away silently, disappearing into the night leading to the city, leaving Li Can and his men to rush to the mountaintop to clean up the scene. (End of Chapter)