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Chapter 130: The Body of Ten Thousand Swords
🕑 Added 2024-09-25 07:40:14 +0000 UTCSwoosh!
In an instant, all eyes were fixed on Qin Zi.
Who is this person? How arrogant!
He directly landed on one of the small peaks. Did he not realize that only members of the great royal clans were standing on these peaks?
Could it be that this person believed he was on par with the great royal clans? Was he, by himself, equal to an entire royal clan?
"Qin Zi!"
At that moment, Shui Qinghan, standing behind Qi Huang, called out warmly and waved at Qin Zi.
Immediately!
The crowd erupted into a frenzy.
"Qin Zi? He's Qin Zi?"
"That's the son of the ruthless Qin Chuan!"
"I heard he defeated Lu Chong, the Lu family's young master!"
"No wonder he's so bold; he has the qualifications."
The crowd buzzed with discussions, and many people revealed expressions of reverence. Qin Zi’s identity and strength were not something they could afford to provoke.
At this moment, Qi Huang turned to look at Shui Qinghan and smiled, "Qinghan, is he a friend of yours?"
"Yes," Shui Qinghan nodded.
"Not bad, he seems very spirited," Qi Huang glanced at Qin Zi and nodded in approval.
"Thank you for the praise, Young Master. I once invited him to follow you, but... he refused," Shui Qinghan replied, a bit embarrassed.
"It’s fine. Everyone has their own path," Qi Huang shook his head indifferently, smiling gently.
In fact, Qi Huang already knew this. After all, the people he had sent to protect Shui Qinghan weren't just for protection.
If Shui Qinghan had reported this right away, it would have seemed pretentious. Bringing it up now, at the right moment, just showed Shui Qinghan’s loyalty. He was truly devoted and supportive, thinking for Qi Huang’s best interest.
"Get down."
At this moment, a calm but commanding voice rang out.
Swoosh!
The crowd followed the voice and saw that it was none other than Jiang Shennong, the young master of the Jiang family. His golden eyes were fixed on Qin Zi.
"Are you talking to me?"
Qin Zi froze for a moment, then his expression turned cold. He looked at Jiang Shennong with a smirk.
Did this arrogant fool really think he could push him around?
"Get down."
Jiang Shennong repeated.
His tone remained flat, without anger or impatience, and he didn’t bother explaining himself.
"Haha, and why should I?" Qin Zi retorted fearlessly, sneering.
"Do I need to explain? My young master told you to get down, so get down before you embarrass yourself!" a Jiang family youth said coldly.
"And who do you think you are? I’m talking to your master. Since when do you have the right to butt in?" Qin Zi fired back without hesitation.
"What did you say?!"
The young man’s face darkened instantly. How dare this low-born brat act so arrogant?
Did he really think having a father known as the strongest below the Emperor Realm meant he could disregard the royal clans?
One had to remember, being the strongest below the Emperor was still below the Emperor!
"Did you not understand me? Then why are you speaking to me in human language? Don’t make it difficult for yourself—switch to whatever language suits you better," Qin Zi taunted.
"You!!"
The young man was furious, gritting his teeth.
Just then, Jiang Shennong tossed the golden sword in his hand to the youth, saying indifferently, "Kill him within the time of a single incense stick."
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
The youth was visibly startled, fumbling as he caught the sword, almost as if it were a burning hot potato, tossing it between his hands several times before holding it properly.
"Yes!!"
He nodded respectfully, took a deep breath, and then, with a cold smile, stepped off the peak.
"Die!"
With one step, he launched himself into the air like an arrow released from a bow. As he soared, his right hand waved, and a brilliant spectacle of strange phenomena unfolded.
Buzz—
A thousand-armed Buddha seemed to blossom around him, with countless arms spreading out like the tail of a peacock.
But the real attack came from the sword in his hand. As the sword thrust forward, the thousand-armed Buddha behind him moved its many arms, creating a dizzying illusion that clouded the mind.
"That’s the Jiang family’s secret technique—Ghosts Cry, Gods Howl!"
"It’s said that this move can confuse the soul for a split second, and that moment of distraction is enough to kill!"
Someone shouted in alarm.
At this point, the sword was only ten meters away from Qin Zi. The terrifying sword energy seemed like it would destroy him in the next second.
Suddenly!
Qin Zi smirked, and with a wave of his hands, he pulled out a massive bag as if by magic.
Swoosh!!
The youth and his sword charged forward, and Qin Zi, like a bullfighter, sidestepped, causing the youth to rush straight into the bag.
Whoosh!
Qin Zi quickly tied up the bag with a knot, then casually tossed it into the air.
"Off you go!"
He leaped into the air and delivered a spinning kick to the bag, aiming for the bulging spot that seemed to be the youth’s rear end, like kicking a football.
Boom!!
"Ah—"
With a dull thud and a scream, the bag flew toward the Jiang family’s camp at breakneck speed.
"Ah, this!"
"What’s going on?!"
The sudden turn of events left everyone in shock, completely caught off guard.
"Catch him, quickly!"
The Jiang family members reacted the fastest, scrambling to open their arms and catch the bag.
But the next moment, the bag hit the edge of the peak with a thud, then tumbled down the mountain…
Everyone was left dumbfounded.
Then, the young members of the Jiang family were enraged, glaring at Qin Zi with eyes full of fire.
"Ahem, sorry about that, I missed a bit," Qin Zi coughed lightly, as if apologizing, but his cheeky expression showed he didn’t mean it at all.
"You’re too arrogant!!"
"Unbelievable!"
"Insulting a royal clan is a capital offense!"
The young members of the Jiang family were fuming, their anger boiling over, but none dared step forward.
Clang—
Suddenly, the cold sound of a sword unsheathing echoed, silencing everyone in an instant. They all fell quiet, trembling in fear.
Jiang Shennong stepped forward with an icy expression.
He raised his right hand, and the bag that had fallen off the peak floated back up, splitting open to reveal the golden sword emerging from within.
The young man also crawled out of the bag, but he didn’t dare say a word. He simply hung his head and quietly returned to the Jiang family’s camp.
Jiang Shennong gripped the golden sword in his hand, looking at Qin Zi coldly. "I gave you a chance to step down, but you took it as a reason to be arrogant. Today, I’ll show you what it means to know fear."
Boom!
As he spoke, a terrifying sword aura surged from him, shooting straight into the sky. Above his head, a massive vortex began to form.
Around them, many people who carried swords in their hands felt their swords tremble, as if they were bowing in submission to the overwhelming aura...
"The Body of Ten Thousand Swords!"
"They say the Jiang family’s young master is born with the Body of Ten Thousand Swords, a natural sword prodigy. I guess it’s true!"
"Hah, have you ever heard of a false legend?"
The crowd was shocked, murmuring among themselves in disbelief.
At this moment, Qin Zi's expression turned serious. His instincts told him that this person was extremely powerful.
Far beyond the likes of Lu Chong. Of course, Lu Chong hadn’t been weak either, but Qin Zi had relied on his master’s power to defeat him.
"Brother Jiang, why get so worked up over such a small matter?"
At this moment, Qi Huang stepped forward, smiling. "Qin Zi is an old friend of my follower, Shui Qinghan. Brother Jiang, could you give me a little face and let this one go for now?"
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