Truly a Martial Saint?
Zhou Long’s heart was stirred by towering waves and massive turmoil.
How could this be possible?
How could anyone possibly break the eternal truth that without a century of cultivation, there could be no Martial Saint?
Yet now, he could personally feel the overwhelming, mountain-toppling power radiating from Luo Chen. It was purely physical strength. Nothing but physical strength!
What Zhou Long did not know was that Luo Chen had merely struck out casually, as if waving a hand, without exerting much force at all.
Otherwise, given Luo Chen’s strength to tear apart a giant dragon with his bare hands, if he had truly put his back into a single punch, Zhou Long would already have been reduced to mincemeat.
After all, the gap between them was as vast as heaven and earth.
Yet Zhou Long was utterly terrified.
He was already a peak-stage grandmaster who commanded ancient martial arts, yet he could not even withstand a single punch from Luo Chen. The evidence was clear: Luo Chen really was a Martial Saint!
Luo Chen stepped forward, planted his foot firmly on Zhou Long’s chest, and let out a cold laugh.
“If you kill me, the Zhou family’s Martial Saint will definitely come personally to kill you!”
“Furthermore, the Martial Adjudication Bureau will surely pass sentence on you!” Zhou Long threatened.
“Heh. I think you have mistaken one thing. I, Luo, have never submitted to threats!” Luo Chen shook his head, looking down at Zhou Long with a cold smile.
“Fine. Then try killing me.”
“If you kill me, you will be making an enemy of every Martial Saint in the country. I am an envoy of the Martial Saint, representing his very will!” Zhou Long threatened once more.
“Making an enemy of all the Martial Saints in the country?” Luo Chen retorted.
But then he simply shook his head.
“So what if the whole world turns against me?”
“If this world stands as my enemy, I will destroy this world!”
“If the heavens and earth oppose me, I, Luo Wuji, will shatter the heavens and earth!” Luo Chen’s voice rang with boundless ambition, utterly devoid of fear!
Just as Zhou Long was about to speak, Luo Chen stomped down violently. Zhou Long’s body instantly burst apart, his blood staining the green lawn red.
The Martial Saint’s envoy had been killed?
Zhou Kai had been watching from afar and had already recorded the entire scene on his mobile phone.
He immediately turned around and fled!
Li Jiu and the others stared at Luo Chen in horror, suddenly feeling that a massive disaster was about to befall him.
After all, he had just made an enemy of the Martial Adjudication Bureau!
Who could claim not to be afraid?
That organisation was filled with ancient monsters!
Shen Tianjun and the others watched Luo Chen with schadenfreude before quickly departing.
They would wait for Luo Chen’s downfall, wait for the Martial Adjudication Bureau to pass judgement on him!
They would wait for the Zhou family’s Martial Saint to beat him to death with his own hands!
Shen Yuelan returned with a worried expression. Looking at Luo Chen, he merely chuckled lightly and spoke.
“Mother, do not worry. You know perfectly well what your son is capable of.”
Despite his words, both Luo Chen’s father and Shen Yuelan remained uneasy. Yet, since the deed was already done, worrying would serve little purpose now.
Those who had originally planned to curry favour with Luo Chen instantly scattered upon seeing him kill Zhou Long.
After all, Luo Chen had brought down a catastrophic disaster upon himself. Who would dare get too close to him now?
“Record the names of everyone who left today,” Luo Chen instructed Master Zhang.
A guest list was available nearby, so Master Zhang quickly set to work.
By the end, only Lin Hualong, Li Jiu, and a few others remained.
Not long after, Elder Yang arrived bearing congratulatory gifts.
“Mr Luo.” Elder Yang appeared significantly older than Luo Chen, even a few years senior to Luo Chen’s father and Shen Tianjun.
Yet now, he used a respectful title.
This was clearly due to Luo Chen’s displayed strength and the Blood Fiend’s unexpected performance that day.
This time, Luo Chen did not meet him with a cold glare, after all, the man had come to celebrate his father’s birthday.
Naturally, Elder Yang had not come solely to offer birthday greetings. After some polite exchanges, he moved to the side and spoke.
“Would Mr Luo be interested in a trip to Kunlun?”
Kunlun!
The place was shrouded in profound mystery, known as the homeland of the gods. Legend said the sleeping chambers of the Queen Mother of the West lay there.
It was said that every renowned figure from ancient times had ties to Kunlun.
This alone illustrated just how mysterious the place truly was.
But it also meant extreme danger!
There was a specific location in Kunlun where any person or animal that entered would die inexplicably.
Some rumours claimed the air crackled with lightning, while others insisted it was the gateway to hell.
Regardless of the cause, every person and creature that went there perished.
There was undoubtedly a reason behind it.
Luo Chen had always been deeply interested in Kunlun, but he still felt hesitant. After all, the place was far too mysterious.
Moreover, with his current strength, he could not guarantee he would emerge unscathed.
However, Elder Yang had clearly dangled something that tempted Luo Chen: that mysterious liquid brought back from Kunlun.
Luo Chen had actually coveted that substance for a long time, not for himself, but for his parents.
His parents were already advanced in years, and with the Earth’s spiritual energy being so thin nowadays, guiding them onto the path of cultivation would undoubtedly require special methods.
As for the seeds, Luo Chen did not really consider them. They carried certain side effects and limitations. While he could easily neutralise these drawbacks thanks to the Great Emperor Scripture within him, his parents would face a different reality.
He could directly resolve those two negative aspects himself, but it would be highly risky for his parents. From the perspective of an Immortal Venerable, he naturally wanted the best possible resources for them.
After a moment of hesitation, Luo Chen ultimately decided to go.
“Heh. I will make the arrangements once I return. This time, Mr Luo, you will lead the team,” Elder Yang said with a hearty smile.
After all, they genuinely needed that mysterious liquid for their research.
As for letting Luo Chen take charge, that was entirely due to his combat prowess.
They were well aware of the battle at Lake Rakshastal in the Tibetan region.
Since he had been able to slay two foreign divine-realm experts,
Luo Chen’s strength needed no further explanation.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Qinhuangdao received a video file.
Shortly after, a yacht set out to sea.
Out on the water stood a pavilion. Upon closer inspection, one would find it completely empty.
Instead, deep beneath the sea, an old man sat cross-legged.
Yet, there was no seawater around him. Within a one-metre radius, the ocean seemed to part automatically.
It was as though the old man sat cross-legged inside a spherical glass bubble.
But it was not actual glass.
It was internal energy!
Being able to withstand the crushing pressure of the deep sea and keep the water at bay using only internal energy made the old man’s strength entirely predictable.
The pavilion floated on the surface. When the yacht arrived nearby, a person jumped directly off it, stepped onto the water, and walked towards the pavilion.
An octagonal bell hung from the pavilion.
Despite the fierce wind and heavy rain over the sea, the bell remained perfectly still.
It was only after the person exhaled, let out a shout, and struck it with sudden force that the bell finally rang. Deep beneath the waves, the cross-legged old man abruptly opened his eyes. Instantly, the surrounding fish darted away in rapid retreat, as though fleeing from something utterly terrifying.