Chapter 7477
Living is more painful than dying
After a long silence, the aged yet dignified voice slowly uttered a sentence, each word carrying a tremendous weight:
"You don't understand. The Spirit Realm has never truly been detached from the secular world. In fact, those martial arts holy lands and top forces that you know are nothing more than puppets supported by the various factions in the Spirit Realm."
"Over the years, they have been secretly plotting and doing something extremely crazy: creating gods."
"Creating a god?" Xiao Chen's eyes narrowed, his fingers tightened slightly, and a huge wave surged in his heart. These seemingly absurd words, spoken by this powerful old man, carried an undeniable weight and were by no means a joke.
"Don't disbelieve me," the old man's voice continued, carrying a sense of remoteness and solemnity.
"The people of the Spirit Realm have always firmly believed that true gods once existed in this world. They have been constantly taking away highly talented young people from the mortal world in order to extract the so-called 'divine genes' from their blood and bodies."
"They attempted to replicate the power of the gods and recreate the glory of the divine age... but your wife, Jiang Meng, discovered this secret and chose to rebel against them."
“There are some aspects that you cannot truly reach right now, and even I cannot fully grasp them.”
The old man's tone held a hint of helplessness: "When you break through the shackles and stand at a high enough level one day, you will naturally understand all the truths."
As soon as he finished speaking, the phone clicked off, leaving only a cold busy tone on the receiver.
Xiao Chen held his phone, standing still, and fell into a brief silence.
Spirit Realm, God Creation, God Gene... These ideas exploded in his mind like thunderclaps, completely overturning his understanding of the world.
Jiang Meng's experience only intensified his murderous intent and anxiety.
Just then, something unexpected happened!
A powerful aura, far surpassing that of Elder Mo before, approached from afar like a thunderclap, moving at an astonishing speed. It was accompanied by a fierce gale and instantly swept across the entire parking lot!
A gray figure, like a night owl, swooped down from the sky, its five fingers forming claws, the tips gleaming with a cold, eerie light. It moved with unstoppable force, its target aimed directly at Qin Mu, who lay on the ground looking like a madman!
The newcomer was an elderly man dressed in a gray Zhongshan suit. His face was withered and his hair was white, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. He was surrounded by an unfathomable aura, clearly a top expert!
"Young Master Qin! I have been ordered by Chairman Qin to rush to your aid overnight!" The old man moved swiftly and landed beside Qin Mu in an instant. His tone was urgent, and he immediately lifted Qin Mu up from the ground. "With me here, no one can harm you in the slightest!"
But when he saw Qin Mu's state clearly, his brows furrowed suddenly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, Qin Mu's eyes were unfocused, he was muttering to himself, drool was hanging from the corner of his mouth, and he even stretched out his finger and stared blankly at the buttons on his clothes, murmuring:
"God...hehe...I saw God...how scary..."
Where is this the arrogant and domineering Young Master Qin? He's clearly a mentally deranged and foolish person!
The old man in gray was burning with rage, both shocked and anxious. He delivered a precise and swift chop to the back of Qin Mu's neck.
Qin Mu didn't even utter a sound before his eyes rolled back and he fainted, finally stopping his foolish state.
The gray-robed elder held Qin Mu firmly in his arms, slowly turned around, his sinister gaze like that of a venomous snake, fixed on Xiao Chen. The killing intent emanating from him was almost tangible, his voice hoarse and cold, filled with boundless rage and threat:
"Xiao Chen, I've heard your name so many times lately I'm sick of it. I thought you were some kind of capable person, but you're nothing but a despicable bully who only knows how to bully the younger generation!" "Today, if Young Master Qin suffers even the slightest permanent damage, whether it's the complete loss of his cultivation or mental derangement, the Imperial Capital New Martial Arts Association will mobilize the entire clan to crush all your forces in the Northwest and massacre the Xunjiang Group!"
"I hereby swear that I will grind you to dust and make you suffer every kind of torture imaginable!"
"I advise you to stay hidden in that tiny Northwest region for the rest of your life and never set foot in the capital! Otherwise, you will personally experience what it means to be worse than dead, what true hell is!"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Chen showed no anger whatsoever. Instead, a nonchalant sneer curled at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes held an undisguised disdain.
Out of the corner of his eye, he had already glanced into the distance. Zhuang Zhenshou and Li Can, leading the elite of the Western Martial Arts Army, were speeding towards them through the night. The headlights pierced the deep darkness, and the roar of the engines intertwined with the sound of their orderly footsteps, their momentum unstoppable, and they arrived in an instant.
He slowly raised his eyes, meeting the gray-robed elder's venomous and sinister gaze. His tone was flat and emotionless, yet each word was firm and resolute, exuding an unquestionable domineering and unwavering authority, like a king issuing a verdict:
"No need for you to worry. I'll go to the capital myself." He paused, his smile growing colder, carrying a chilling sense of oppression.
"At that time, I might even have to personally visit your New Martial Arts Association to give Chairman Qin a proper 'payment' and settle the total debt that his son owes me and the Xunjiang Group."
The gray-robed old man's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints, his aura abruptly halted, and a chill inexplicably rose in his heart.
Xiao Chen's composure was not feigned calmness; the confidence in his eyes and the subtle pressure made this top expert, who had been immersed in martial arts for decades, feel a sense of instinctive fear.
He snorted coldly, forcibly suppressing the urge to attack on the spot. Without saying another word, he carried the unconscious Qin Mu and, with a swift movement, disappeared into the depths of the night like a ghost. His speed was so fast that he left only a faint afterimage in place, without even the courage to look back.
He didn't want to kill Xiao Chen on the spot to vent his anger, but in that instant when their eyes met, he sensed a very subtle yet terrifying aura emanating from this excessively young man.
The aura was ancient and profound, like a slumbering primordial beast, concealing a terrifying power capable of destroying the world, which made him dare not gamble.
To protect Qin Shao, we had no choice but to back down. This Xiao Chen was indeed as rumored—unfathomable, extremely unpredictable, and definitely not someone to be trifled with.
……
After the gray-robed old man's figure completely disappeared into the night, Zhuang Zhenshou and Li Can arrived at Xiao Chen's side with their men, their expressions respectful.
“Mr. Xiao, Qin Mu…” Zhuang Zhenshou looked at the remaining sword energy cracks and bloodstains at the scene, his tone filled with urgency and worry. He was afraid that Xiao Chen had really killed Qin Mu, which would completely escalate the conflict with the Imperial Capital New Martial Arts Association.
Xiao Chen's gaze fell in the direction the old man had disappeared, his eyes deep and unfathomable, his tone indifferent yet undeniably resolute as he slowly said, "Him? Living is more painful than dying. For the rest of his life, he will only be a deranged living dead."
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Zhenshou was taken aback, a hint of confusion appearing on his face. He then noticed that Qin Mu's body was not at the scene, and recalling Xiao Chen's methods, a sudden realization dawned on him. (End of Chapter)