The Peerless Emperor

Chapter 82: Chapter 83: Handling with Ease

At that moment, Fu Heng’s face was the epitome of discomfort.

Lin Qian’s actions and words were a blatant insult to him; Fu Heng felt like a knife had been plunged into his chest.

“Don’t you dare look down on me, Lin Qian!” Stimulated by Lin Qian’s provocation, Fu Heng’s face turned beet red, and he nearly lost his reason.

Accompanying Fu Heng’s roar, his body was enveloped in a crimson hue of Soul Power, his expression twisted and terrifying.

The crimson Soul Power, with its thick aura of yin energy, swirled around Fu Heng, congealing into blood-red ghastly faces.

At the same time, the Elemental Artifact Heart and all nine Elemental Components materialized, all infused with Fu Heng’s crimson Soul Power.

“Elemental Weapon Armament!”

The next moment, Fu Heng, having completed the Elemental Weapon Armament, now had a blood-colored longsword in his hand, his eyes bloodshot and his aura completely transformed compared to before.

At this moment, Fu Heng seemed like a demon crawled out from a sea of blood; Lin Qian was the prey he had set his sights on.

“Fu Heng’s Soul Power attribute is slaughter, hence it is highly aggressive; his Martial Soul’s characteristic is a C-level superior murder type, allowing his attack power, speed, and Soul Power to increase by ten percent.” Seeing Fu Heng’s current state, Ye Xin hurriedly reminded on the side.

Lin Qian merely nodded, showing no sign of worry at all, “A ten percent increase, just one-tenth? Not impressive enough…”

“Little Qian, don’t underestimate him,” Ye Xin said with concern upon seeing Lin Qian’s demeanor.

The strength that Lin Qian was now displaying was beyond her expectations, and after the detoxification, the previously desperate situation had completely vanished.

However, she worried that Lin Qian was taking things too lightly—if he were to be caught off guard, it could be disastrous.

“A ten percent increase?” Lei Qian heard from a distance and couldn’t help but smile wryly, shaking his head. He knew the characteristic of Lin Qian’s Martial Soul—it could increase the strength of the flesh by as much as five times!

Swipe!

Pointing his blood-colored longsword at Lin Qian, Fu Heng said, “Not using your full strength? You must be regretting those words you said earlier.”

In Fu Heng’s view, after unleashing all his power, Lin Qian in front of him should be extremely surprised, regretting his earlier bravado.

However, after listening to Fu Heng, Lin Qian simply raised his index finger and shook it, “No, no, no, having seen the full extent of your power, I think the Elemental Weapon Armament is unnecessary. Where’s the regret there?”

The veins on Fu Heng’s forehead bulged, his whole body trembling with rage due to Lin Qian’s words.

“What’s the matter, a little jest causes such an unparalleled blow to your psyche? Kid, you’re a tad too fragile.”

While Lin Qian spoke nonchalantly, Fu Heng had already lost his temper, his body’s murderous attribute Soul Power churning like a blood sea.

The verbal assault by Lin Qian rendered Fu Heng unable to endure the humiliation.

“Lin Qian, I’m going to kill you,” Fu Heng roared furiously as he rushed towards his opponent.

Fu Heng, having burst forth with all his strength, was indeed extraordinary. In the blink of an eye, he had already reached Lin Qian, his blood-colored longsword stabbing straight for Lin Qian’s forehead.@@novelbin@@

As the crimson tip of the blood-colored longsword drew closer to Lin Qian’s forehead, that crimson Soul Power also formed blood-red ghostly faces, charging forward with howls and cries.

Just when the tip was only a finger’s width away from the forehead, Lin Qian suddenly extended his right hand and grasped the blade of the blood-colored sword.

The Elemental Primordial Sword, armed and sharp with an intent of murder, couldn’t harm Lin Qian’s right hand in the slightest; not even the Primordial Weapon itself.

The blood-colored longsword, which had been thrusting forward in Fu Heng’s hand, also came to a sudden stop. Lin Qian’s right hand, like a vice, gripped the blood-colored longsword tightly, preventing it from advancing any further.

Seeing this, Fu Heng was shocked and hurriedly increased the infusion of his Soul Power, exerting force toward Lin Qian’s forehead.

At the same time, the blood-colored sword light emitted from the Soul Power in his hand twirled toward Lin Qian’s right hand that had grasped the blade.

However, Fu Heng found that his previously invincible Sword Qi could only scrape white marks on Lin Qian’s hand and couldn’t harm him at all.

At that moment, Fu Heng suddenly remembered what the outside world said about the Young Emperor of the Wanxiang Sect, whose physical body was formidable, capable of contending against the Nirvana Realm even in the Shape Origin Realm.

“Now that he’s in the Nirvana Realm, could his fleshly body really be this strong? Is he a monster?” Fu Heng roared inwardly, trying to withdraw the blood-colored longsword, but it wouldn’t budge.

When he raised his head to look at Lin Qian, he saw him gently shaking his head with a disdainful expression.

“Want it back? Here you go.” Feeling Fu Heng’s attempt to pull back, Lin Qian smiled and let go.

The sudden release by Lin Qian caught Fu Heng off guard, and he stumbled backward several steps.

Lin Qian immediately followed up with a kick, striking Fu Heng right in the abdomen.

“Whoosh!”

Fu Heng, struck heavily, vomited gastric juices and was sent flying out the door. Lin Qian let out a light chuckle and followed him outside.

“Brother!” Seeing Fu Heng kicked out, Ma Shaoyuan and Shi Sanmei, in a panic, prepared to rush out.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Two sounds of cutting air followed, and before they could react, they were kicked to the ground. When they looked up, they saw the indifferent Ding Zhirong and the languid Zhao Haiming.

“We shouldn’t intervene in a fair duel,” Ding Zhirong coldly said to the two men on the ground.

Zhao Haiming nodded in agreement, “Kicking someone is indeed satisfying. No wonder Lin Qian likes to kick others so much.”

Ma Shaoyuan and Shi Sanmei sat on the ground, exchanged looks, and smiled bitterly.

Judging by the speed of Ding Zhirong and Zhao Haiming, the two of them realized that their opponents were far stronger than them; otherwise, they wouldn’t have been taken down before they could even react.

“Let’s go and see,” Lei Qian said, pointing to Ma Shaoyuan and Shi Sanmei, “Keep an eye on these two. Don’t let them escape. As for that Zhu Xiaojia…”

Pff!

Before Lei Qian could finish speaking, everyone inside the room was surprised to look in that direction.

They saw Zhu Xiaojia, who had been severely injured by Lin Qian’s punch, staring at Ye Xin with wide eyes while her heart had already been penetrated by a starlight Sword Qi.

Ye Xin took several steps back, watching Zhu Xiaojia with cold eyes, grinding her teeth, “You deserve to die!”

The starlight Sword Qi in Zhu Xiaojia’s chest dissipated as Ye Xin stepped back, but blood continued to ooze out. She aimlessly tried to cover the wound with her hands, but it was in vain.

Ye Xin turned around, put Liu Yueqian’s body into her storage bag, and without looking back, walked out of the room.

Lei Qian, looking at Zhu Xiaojia who lay in a pool of blood, breathless, curled his lip and also left the house.

Ding Zhirong and the other three also left the room, glancing back at Ma Shaoyuan and Shi Sanmei.

But when they left the room and saw the battle between Lin Qian and Fu Heng outside, they were dumbfounded, their mouths agape, unable to close them.

“This Lin Qian of your Wanxiang Sect, could he be a monster?” Ma Shaoyuan turned his head to Lei Qian and the others, murmuring.

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