The Power of Qilin’s Divine Arm
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“Jiang Chen, do you know who have you killed? Everyone here were important. You have brought yourself into a terrible trouble!”
Someone shouted, trying to draw fear out of Jiang Chen, so that Jiang Chen would let them go.
Before that person could finish his words, a slash was made by Jiang Chen’s sword. The man dodged hastily as if he had already prepared for this. Unluckily, he was merely an early Immortal King expert. There was no way he could be Jiang Chen’s opponent. Both of them were at two, totally different levels. Despite his quick reaction, one of his arms had been severed by Jiang Chen.
“Motherf*cker!” the man swore. Encountering such a ferocious dude was really depressing.
“How could this son of a b*tch Young Master Futian provoke such a perverted person?” someone chided.
This incident happened all because of Young Master Futian. Even a fool could tell that the reason Jiang Chen went berserk was because of that pretty lady. Before the appearance of that lady, even though Jiang Chen didn’t give Young Master Futian face, he never had intentions of attacking.
Apparently, Jiang Chen had a very deep relations.h.i.+p with the lady. She had to be one of his closest people. Therefore, the ultimate reason for this incident was still Young Master Futian. They began to regret coming to this social meeting, and started blaming Young Master Futian for capturing the wrong girl.
Nevertheless, it was all too late. It was impossible for them to leave now after offending someone so ferocious.
There were two things that couldn’t be touched in this world. One was the reverse scale of a dragon, the other was the b.u.t.tocks of a tiger.
“Big Yellow, kill all of them. None of them shall be kept alive!”
Jiang Chen’s voice echoed like the Nine Heavens Thunderclap. His body was covered with mystical flames. Since he had decided to kill, there was nothing to be polite and lenient anymore towards these remaining people.
Speaking of ident.i.ty? Jiang Chen had killed the genius of Yellow Spring Sect, Huo Ying, with no hesitation, and Futian of Corpse Yin Sect would also end up like him as well today, let alone the other experts.
Big Yellow bellowed and dragged his majestic physique, slamming at one of the cultivators. His means had been simple – using his head. His skull was one of the scariest weapons in the Heavens and Earth, greater than even King Weapons. Anyone who underestimated Big Yellow’s skull would only have one end, death.
Mournful cries resounded in the sky above the manor unceasingly, giving chills to everyone, turning the beautiful scenery of the place into Asura h.e.l.l. Today was destined to be the last day of the social meeting held in Futian Manor, as well as the extinction of the manor.
Big Yellow was incomparably ferocious, killing the experts in every direction. None of them was a match for him. His divine beast bloodline had been exerted to the peak to kill those fleeing experts. No one dared to confront Big Yellow directly.
All these people were feeling so aggrieved that they wanted to cough up blood. They were supposedly join the social meeting and enjoy themselves as much as they could. They had never thought that they would lose their lives as well. Now, they didn’t even have the chance to flee. Most of them were starting to admire w.a.n.g Yao and his elder for being hurled out from the scene at the start.
If they were the one thrown out of here, it would’ve been such a lucky thing.
Young Master Futian’s eyes captured everything he saw. His face darkened extremely. He, too, regretted inviting these two. What kind of freaks were they? These two were definitely overly abnormal. This place had turned into a slaughterhouse with blood and corpses everywhere. The great reputation of Futian Manor was destined to be destroyed today.
“Jiang Chen, do you know what you are doing?” Young Master Futain spoke.
He believed that Jiang Chen must not know what he was doing because this was something not even a madman would do. He believed that Jiang Chen hadn’t considered the seriousness of the consequences. After killing so many people, it wouldn’t be easy for him to find a shelter in Eastern Profound Domain anymore.
“I only know what you did. The price you have to pay for what you did will be your lives.” Jiang Chen said flatly.
He had already locked on Young Master Futian’s Qi. This b.a.s.t.a.r.d was an intermediate Immortal King and must still have some trump cards to help him flee. Jiang Chen would absolutely never give him the chance to escape. Killing Futian was the best he could do for Wu Ningzhu. As for the others, they were no threat at all and Big Yellow alone was enough to deal with all of them.
“Haha! Jiang Chen, you are too naïve. Do you really think that you can kill me? I have to admit your strength and techniques could greatly suppress my combat strength, but if you think that you can kill me, you are being ridiculous.”
Young Master Futian laughed loudly. He still had incomparable confidence in his means. Furthermore, he had never thought of a day dying in the hands of a Golden Immortal, because nothing as ironic as that would happen to him.
Jiang Chen shook his head and chose to strike without replying to Young Master Futian. His speed was at its peak, exceeding even the spatial force of an Immortal King.
Young Master Futian was shocked. He was astounded every time Jiang Chen struck.
Without daring to show any neglect, he unleashed all of his intermediate Immortal King Qi. The combat blade in his hand emitted a chilling cold light as it was swung at Jiang Chen.
The sword and blade collided once more. Flames danced in the air. Under the enormous suppression of the flames, Young Master Futian was sent flying back once again by about 40 meters this time.
Jiang Chen harrumphed coldly. Without giving Young Master Futian the chance to respond, his legs stepped into the sky, reaching Young Master Futian in a matter of a few blinks. This time, he had put away his Heavenly Saint Sword. His left arm began to undergo extreme changes. Golden scales instantly coated his arm and the head of Fire Qilin appeared at the end of his hand.
“Fire Qilin’s Divine Arm!”
Jiang Chen shouted deeply. This was a combat technique he had recently acquired. This would be a good time for him to test its power.
Young Master Futian had lost all his composure. He never thought that Jiang Chen would have such a fierce technique. He could feel intense dangerous Qi from the savage Fire Qilin’s head. Adding the suppressive effect Jiang Chen had on him, he knew that he would never be able to resist this attack no matter what.
However, Jiang Chen’s speed was just too fast. The only option left for him was to confront it head-on. Since his Qi had been locked by Jiang Chen, it was no longer possible for him to flee.
Out of helplessness, he raised his combat strength in defensive mode.
The Fire Qilin’s Divine Arm uttered a low and deep roar and smashed at the target mercilessly with overwhelming momentum.
This blow was undoubtedly devastating. Futian lost the grip of his combat blade and it flew away from his hand.
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This translation originated from Liberspark.
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