The entire Shen family crowd was here shouting at Luo Chen, as if Luo Chen had already lost.
Luo Chen looked at this group of people and shook his head. Perhaps in the eyes of this group, there was no so-called family affection at all.
Shen Yuelan had given them one last chance, and Luo Chen had also given them one last chance. Unfortunately, they still did not know to cherish it.
They thought he would definitely be defeated today.
“What a pity.” Luo Chen shook his head, directly strode away with leisurely steps. He did not look like he was going to a decisive battle, but rather like he was going to appreciate the blue waves of the sea rising and falling.
“Hmph, at this time he still dares to have such an attitude?”
“Compared to a Martial Saint who has lived for over a hundred years, can he survive?” The Shen family mocked from behind.
Shen Tianjun looked at Luo Chen’s back, a hint of contempt on his face. He admitted, he had indeed been too careless before, too underestimating of Luo Chen.
He had also regretted it. But now?
He had already climbed onto the big tree of the Martial Saint. A mere Luo Chen could completely be ignored now.
Compared to a Martial Saint, Luo Chen really fell far short. Moreover, today it was not just one Martial Saint who had arrived.
There was even the rumoured international titan, the Goddess of Death.
Today, no matter how heaven-reaching Luo Chen’s methods were, he could only be buried in this sea.
This was the power of a Martial Saint. This was the strength and influence of a Martial Saint.
After all, such people had the ability to hold a pass against ten thousand men.
The surroundings were already packed with people, densely packed with tens of thousands. On the yachts at sea, there were also countless figures everywhere.
Today’s battle, regardless of victory or defeat, was enough to shake all of Huaxia.
Because the entire nation was watching this battle.
Various places had even started betting. One type was betting on who could win today.
One type was betting on whether Luo Chen could walk out alive today.
Some people even opened their phones and directly opened a livestream, but it was quickly blocked.
Luo Chen’s odds were very high, almost one to a hundred.
Because the video leaked online earlier had already shown Zhou Qiankun’s terror.
That was a man who could bathe in magma.
It could already be said to be somewhat inconceivable.
And the sea surface rose and fell with waves. Everyone around turned their gazes toward Luo Chen.
Under the blazing sun, Luo Chen walked step by step toward the seaside, not caring in the slightest about those tens of thousands of gazes.
This kind of scene was too childish for him.
Suddenly, on the distant sea, where the water and sky met, a white line appeared.
That white line was exceptionally eye-catching, running through the entire sea surface, dozens of miles long.
At first, everyone thought their eyes were playing tricks, or that it was an optical refraction caused by sunlight.
But slowly, everyone realised something was wrong.
As that white line drew closer, everyone suddenly realised that it was not an optical refraction at all.
That was a tsunami.
The waves rolled up dozens of metres high, higher than most ordinary high-rise buildings, like a massive wall of water, as if it was going to sweep through the nine heavens.
A vast momentum came crashing with heaven-shaking waves.
Everyone was stunned by this scene, because if the tsunami truly swept over, this coastal city definitely could not be preserved.
A tsunami this high, its power could absolutely flatten this coastal city in an instant.
Many people watched this scene in horror. Some were even so scared they started fleeing outward.
But this tsunami swept through the air, and suddenly stopped directly in an instant not far from the coast.
That kind of mountain-toppling, sea-overturning natural force that could destroy everything made the people present instantly feel their scalps go numb. The group that had still been discussing instantly fell dead silent. Everyone craned their necks, looking up at the top of that dozens-of-metres-high tsunami.
There was a person there. White hair like silver threads, a suit of white clothes, standing with hands behind the back.
Martial Saint, Zhou Qiankun.
Clearly, this dozens-of-metres-high tsunami was brought by Zhou Qiankun.
“There have always been rumours in the past that a Martial Saint alone could fight against a hundred thousand strong armies in ancient times,” an old man wearing Tang clothing spoke.
He was a top martial arts master domestically. Although not a grandmaster, he was highly respected.
Because he was a national arts master, who had devoted his entire life to studying ancient martial arts.
“Heh, I never believed that kind of nonsense. Having lived a lifetime, I have never been willing to believe that kind of nonsense. Just one person, in an era without thermal weapons, how could they possibly defeat a hundred thousand strong army?”
“Now, I believe it.” The national arts master’s eyes were full of bitterness. He had once declared in various major media that so-called ancient martial arts were merely exaggerated.
Coupled with his prestige, he had naturally received the pursuit and support of many people.
But now, looking at the dozens-of-metres-high tsunami before his eyes, he believed it.
If this tsunami were allowed to sweep through, would the casualties be merely a hundred thousand?
Was this ancient martial arts? True Huaxia martial arts.
Too terrifying. He had not even made a move yet. Just an entrance alone was enough to trigger a mountain-collapsing, earth-splitting momentum.
Not to mention him, the tens of thousands of people around at this moment looked at Zhou Qiankun, not even daring to breathe.
Because this scene was too terrifying. If that wave crashed down, not to mention one person, these tens of thousands of people would be smashed to death in an instant.
Martial Saint. Truly worthy of the name.
Many people showed worried expressions looking at Luo Chen. Just this single move alone probably already doomed Luo Chen to defeat today.
Naturally, some people were happy, especially the Shen family people, Shen Tianjun and the others.
“Heh, Luo Chen, you were arrogant and conceited. Now you understand, right?” Shen Tianjun muttered to himself, his eyes full of schadenfreude.
“With this kind of method, this kind of power, what do you have to fight them with?”
“What qualifications do you have to fight them?”
Shen Tianjun’s eyes were full of mockery. This was only the power of one Martial Saint.
Luo Chen did not care too much. His eyes were as calm as autumn water, without the slightest ripple, looking at the tsunami before him.
“Heh, you are Luo Chen?” Zhou Qiankun’s voice came slowly, with a kind of ethereal feeling.
It was unclear where it came from, but his voice was everywhere from all directions.
“Do you know what sins you have committed?” Zhou Qiankun was like a high and mighty god, now looking down upon all living beings in a posture to judge Luo Chen.
“Sins?” Luo Chen raised an eyebrow, looking at Zhou Qiankun somewhat amusedly.
“Without reaching our level of realm, you will never understand how insignificant you are. If I say you have committed sins, then you have committed sins.” Zhou Qiankun’s voice was cold and piercing, but also carried an arrogant and domineering air.
“I advise you to speak properly.” A hint of mockery flashed across the corner of Luo Chen’s mouth.
The moment these words left his mouth, the expressions of the tens of thousands of people around instantly changed. They had reached this point, and this Luo Chen still dared to be so wildly arrogant.
Had he not seen that dozens-of-metres-high tsunami?
Although this battle had not yet begun, the result was already out.
Originally, many people still held a glimmer of hope for Luo Chen, but the moment they saw the waves, they clearly knew.
Luo Chen was destined to have already lost.