Asura Mad Emperor

The moment he found out that Qinchuan, who had just taken a seat in front of him, was a disciple from the Congyun Sect—a sect that had fallen so far as to become insignificant—the Red Blood Saint Heir's mouth twitched.

Even he didn't dare to rashly sit in this front row, and yet, how did someone from the Congyun Sect have the audacity to sit down so composedly?

If a figure like the Jiuli Saint Heir sat in front of him, he would have nothing to complain about in his heart, after all, the status of the Jiuli Saint Heir was there for all to see.

But for you, a mere Congyun Sect disciple, to dare sit in front of him was unbearable.

The Red Blood Saint Heir's face darkened immediately, and he stared at Qinchuan, who had just sat down, and barked, "Today, Fairy Bai is holding a discourse; anyone who enters this place is a genius from all walks of life. How dare you, with your mere Meridian Opening Realm Cultivation Level and background from the inconsequential Congyun Sect, come to Green Blood Lake and consider yourself equal with the Jiuli Saint Heir? You're truly bringing shame upon yourself."

Upon hearing the words of the Red Blood Saint Heir, the people around the lake suddenly stirred.

"What? That kid isn't a disciple from some major sect?"

"The Congyun Sect? Isn't that an already declined, insignificant little sect? How can that kid be so presumptuous as to take a seat in the front row and put himself on the same level as the Jiuli Saint Heir?"

When they learned that Qinchuan was a disciple from a fallen force like the Congyun Sect, the martial artists and cultivators around him immediately began to discuss animatedly.

In Green Blood Lake, Qinchuan looked back at the Red Blood Saint Heir and chuckled, "Consider myself equal with the Jiuli Saint Heir? The Jiuli Saint Heir hasn't even spoken yet, why are you barking from behind?"

"What did you say?!"

Enraged by Qinchuan's words, the Red Blood Saint Heir stood up abruptly from his seat, and those followers behind him immediately glared with cold sharpness in their eyes.

"Dare to disrespect the Red Blood Saint Heir, you're seeking death!"

One of the followers, eager to show his loyalty in front of the Red Blood Saint Heir, suddenly shouted and stepped forward, reaching out to grab Qinchuan.

"Ruo Xi, chop off his paw."

Qinchuan glanced at the man.

As his words fell,

a cold sword light, accompanied by the sound of a longsword being drawn from its sheath and carrying a faint Sword Intent, instantly descended.

"Pfft!"

"Ah… my hand…"

An arm was instantaneously severed, and the follower of the Red Blood Saint Heir screamed on the spot.

"How dare you cut off my arm..."

The follower clutched his severed arm, his face was covered in cold sweat from the pain, his eyes filled with resentment as he stared at Qinchuan and Zhou Xi.

The martial artists and cultivators around the lake were all shocked by the decisiveness and strength of Qinchuan and his company.

To grandly sever the arm of a follower of the Red Blood Saint Heir right in front of him.
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It wasn't just them who hadn't expected it.

The Red Blood Saint Heir was also astonished, not having anticipated that this trivial Congyun Sect disciple would be so bold and dare to attack his man and chop off his follower's arm in front of him!

The Red Blood Saint Heir then came to his senses and was immediately enraged.

Zhou Xi, by chopping off the arm of his follower right in front of him, had effectively slapped his face in public!

"Well, well, well, the Congyun Sect is indeed worthy of its past as a giant of the Tianyuan Ancient Kingdom. Even after its decline and loss of significance, the disciples of the Congyun Sect give off the impression that it is still in its former glory, daring such blatant and wanton behavior!"

"Master Qi, kill them!"

The Red Blood Saint Heir waved his sleeve and said coldly.

An older man with gray-white eyes and an odd aura about him, carrying an ancient sword on his back, immediately stepped forward from behind the Red Blood Saint Heir.

At that moment, the ancient sword hummed, emitting a terrifying aura.

The gray-eyed elder glanced at Qinchuan and the others before reaching to draw the sword on his back.

"Xuan Ji, why are there always some annoying flies buzzing incessantly?"

Qinchuan gave the Red Blood Saint Heir a sidelong glance and said indifferently.

Ye Xuan immediately understood and with a cold look directed at the Red Blood Saint Heir, swept his sleeve aside.

A terrifying might burst forth instantly.

The gray-eyed elder immediately drew the ancient sword from his back as his pupils shrank, but a horrifying force from Ye Xuan's casual flick sent him flying.

Behind the gray-eyed elder, the Red Blood Saint Heir's pupils constricted sharply, his body rooted to the spot as cold sweat dripped instantly from his forehead.

Under Ye Xuan's gaze, he felt as if a mountain of tremendous weight was pressing down on his shoulders, so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

Especially, seeing the gray-eyed elder, a martial artist at the peak of the Dragon Transformation Realm, casually flipped away by Ye Xuan, made his scalp tingle in fear.

Keep in mind that the gray-eyed elder was just a step away from being a saint.

Such a powerful figure couldn't even resist an effortless wave from the opponent.

The person before him was undoubtedly a saint!

And not just a saint, but a high-ranking one!

"How is this possible? The Congyun Sect had long fallen, how could this kid have a high-ranking saint guarding him?"

The Red Blood Saint Heir was shocked.

Although Qinchuan's conflict with the Jiuli Ghost Sect had caused quite a stir in Tianqing City, there had been too many people in the city these days.

Furthermore, with Bai Ruo Xi's arrival in the city yesterday, the attention shifted.

The matter of Qinchuan's conflict with the Jiuli Ghost Sect had already settled, and only a few people were aware of it.

The Red Blood Saint Heir, who arrived in Tianqing City later, was uninformed about Qinchuan's previous clash with the Jiuli Ghost Sect, and therefore did not know the full story of Qinchuan and his group.

With a grab in the air, Ye Xuan immediately had the Red Blood Saint Heir held in an invisible grasp in the void, his eyes filled with terror: "Stop... stop, I am the Saint Heir of the Red Blood Sword Sect..."

Qinchuan glanced at the Red Blood Saint Heir indifferently: "Before you act, why don't you use your brain to think, why am I sitting here, and why hasn't the Saint Heir you mentioned said a word?"

"If even he dares not speak, what are you making noise about here?"

Hearing Qinchuan's words, the Red Blood Saint Heir's pupils contracted, and he looked at the Jiuli Saint Heir to see him sitting quietly there, silent.

Although the followers around him looked at Qinchuan with malice in their eyes, none dared to provoke rashly; in those eyes was a clear hint of wariness.

Seeing this scene, the Red Blood Saint Heir's heart tightened, finally realizing that the Jiuli Saint Heir probably knew to not provoke Qinchuan. That's why he didn't utter a single comment while Qinchuan sat beside him.

If it had been in line with the Jiuli Saint Heir's usual behavior, he would have reacted long ago.

By this moment, the Red Blood Saint Heir had come to his senses, realizing that in his momentary lapse of judgment, he had kicked a steel plate.

Qinchuan glanced at him and said indifferently, "In your next life, don't make the same stupid mistake."

The Red Blood Saint Heir's pupils constricted again as he felt the invisible hand tightening around his neck; a sense of imminent death surged to his heart.

He immediately choked out, "Stop... you can't kill me, I am the Saint Heir of the Red Blood Sword Sect. Even if you have a saint to protect you, killing me will leave your Congyun Sect with no ground to stand on..."

"The Red Blood Sword Sect? How does it compare to the Jiuli Ghost Sect?"

Upon hearing this, Qinchuan chuckled, not taking it to heart, and waved to Ye Xuan.