Charles Chen looked at the mid Soul-Split swordsman, his words laced with killing intent.
He had brought more than ten people, including four mid Soul-Split experts and ten early Soul-Split experts.
Go!
At first, that was exactly the case. Under the Chen experts’ assault, the nine early Soul-Split opponents were forced to retreat again and again—until, all of a sudden, the nine gathered together and formed a sword formation.
The sword formation was incredibly powerful. In less than half a quarter of an hour, four Chen experts were killed by the deadly sword light—one mid Soul-Split, three early Soul-Split.
That was when Charles Chen couldn’t sit still any longer. He stepped forward, raised his fist, and attacked the mid Soul-Split swordsman, shouting, “Hand over the boy, or die!”
“Hmph!”
With a cold snort, the longsword was unsheathed—a lightning-like sword light slashed past Charles Chen’s fist and straight toward his chest.
Seeing this, Charles Chen didn’t dodge. Instead, a suit of black armor appeared on his body.
Who dares threaten a disciple of my Divine Temple!
The sword light slashed across Charles Chen’s chest. His whole body shuddered and he staggered backward. Looking down, he saw a glaring sword mark on his sixth-grade spirit armor. Even more shocking, the sword qi had a piercing quality—it passed right through his defensive treasure and struck his body.
Luckily, the defensive treasure absorbed most of the force. Charles was able to use his true essence to neutralize the sword qi; otherwise, he would have been seriously injured.
To suffer a setback as a late Soul-Split expert against a mere mid Soul-Split—Charles Chen was deeply humiliated.
Just as he was about to keep fighting, a thought struck him. Wait a minute—by the temperaments of the Ning and Jin families, they should’ve arrived before the Chen family. If they’re still hiding, there’s only one reason: they want to let the Chen family confirm the youth’s value before making a move.
"Trying to swoop in for easy gains? No way!"
Thinking of how his own Chen Family had already lost four people, Charles Chen grew even more upset. He shouted at the surroundings, “Ning Family, Jin Family, you cowards—if you keep hiding like turtles, don’t blame me for smashing the boy’s head like a watermelon once I get him!”
Then take my fist!
Another voice rang out right after:
Charles Chen’s chest bore a hideous wound, Neil Ning’s face was pale with blood at the corner of his mouth, and Tanya Jin’s hair was a mess and her clothes torn—she looked wild and crazed.
Kill him!
Charles Chen snorted, “Neil Ning, Tanya Jin—my Chen Family’s already lost four people. I’ll leave the rest to you!”
The next moment, at Charles Chen’s order, the Chen experts withdrew sharply.
Who knows where this Divine Temple came from!
The mid Soul-Split swordsman grabbed the unconscious boy and instantly turned into a streak of light, racing toward the edge of the state city.
"Hehe, where are you off to, handsome? Why not stay and have a few drinks with me!"
With a playful laugh, a chrysanthemum suddenly appeared in front of the mid Soul-Split swordsman and exploded. Dozens of pale-yellow petals formed a simple trap confinement array, locking him inside.
A flash of movement—Tanya Jin appeared in midair, her eyes teasing as she stared at the mid Soul-Split swordsman. “I just arrived, and you’re already trying to run off? That’s so heartbreaking!”
Whoosh, whoosh!
Charles Chen and Neil Ning appeared in midair as well.
Charles Chen said, “Tanya Jin, quit fooling around and grab the boy. Don’t forget—there’s another presence in the state city besides our three clans!”
At those words, Tanya Jin’s expression changed—the flirtatious smile vanished. “Hand over the boy and I’ll let you go. How about it?”
“Dream on!”
The mid Soul-Split swordsman answered coldly, then swung his sword to break the trap confinement array and launched attacks at all three of them.
“Bold! A mere mid Soul-Split dares to challenge three late Soul-Split experts?”
The three were all infuriated by his arrogance and attacked together, determined to give this reckless kid a harsh lesson.
Sword qi, fist-force, palm strikes, magical treasures—all exploded and flashed across the sky.
Half a quarter of an hour later, with a thunderous sword cry, a figure crashed down from midair, spitting blood.
The three clan leaders landed soon after, looking utterly battered.
Charles Chen’s chest bore a hideous wound, Neil Ning’s face was pale with blood at the corner of his mouth, and Tanya Jin’s hair was a mess and her clothes torn—she looked like a crazed woman.
“Kill him!”
Charles Chen looked at the mid Soul-Split swordsman, killing intent in his voice.
Boom!
A mysterious aura surged from the mid Soul-Split swordsman, instantly locking onto all three clan leaders. Their bodies froze, and their faces changed dramatically.
“Let me go and I won’t kill you. Otherwise—die!” the mid Soul-Split swordsman said slowly.
Neil Ning laughed, “You might be able to kill us, but you’ll pay a heavy price, won’t you?” He stared at the swordsman, searching his face for any sign of weakness.
“That’s right!” The mid Soul-Split swordsman admitted frankly. “If I use this move, I’ll exhaust all my true essence. But you’ll lose your lives. So—fight, or die!”
The three clan leaders’ faces grew even uglier.
Tanya Jin glanced at the boy in the swordsman’s hand and tried to negotiate: “There’s no need for us to fight to the death, is there? We could cooperate! Sure, you can kill us, but this city belongs to our three clans. Even if you win, you’ll never escape. Why not sit down, have a drink, and talk things over?”
The mid Soul-Split swordsman hesitated.
“Who dares threaten a disciple of my Temple!”
Just then, a white-robed elder with an immortal bearing strode through the air, followed by a young woman.
Whoosh, whoosh!
The two descended from the sky. The elder’s gaze swept the crowd, finally settling on the mid Soul-Split swordsman. His eyes grew cold. "Logan Lang, you’re injured?"
“Master, I’ve shamed your teachings. Please punish me!” Logan Lang bowed in apology.
“Hmph! We’ll deal with that later.” The elder snorted, then turned to the three clan leaders. “Are you the ones who hurt my disciple?”
“So what if we are?” Charles Chen sneered.
“Then take my fist!”
Heaven-Hate Fist!
The force of the punch tore through the air, heading straight for Charles Chen’s chest. Both were late Soul-Split, but facing that fist, Charles felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
And indeed, that’s exactly what happened.
The next instant, Charles Chen’s body flew hundreds of meters like a straw, crashing into the main street.
Seeing this, Neil Ning and Tanya Jin shuddered inwardly. No wonder—master and disciple, both are monsters. The disciple, only mid Soul-Split, held off all three of them for so long; the master, late Soul-Split, defeated an equal in one punch.
Who knows where this Celestial Temple Sect came from!