Asura Mad Emperor

Upon hearing the threats of the two young men, Qinchuan's eyes narrowed involuntarily.

"You two ant-like creatures dare to be so insolent and threaten me to my face!"

"Disappear from my sight within three breaths, or I won't mind crushing you to death."

Qinchuan glanced at the two men and said indifferently.

"What did you say? You actually dare tell us to scram?!"

"Ignorant fool!"

The burly young man, hearing Qinchuan's words, immediately snorted coldly.

The other young man also sneered endlessly, staring at Qinchuan, "The calf doesn't fear the tiger indeed; just a little brat like you, I can squish you dead just like an ant."

Qinchuan shook his head, stepped forward, and sighed with some helplessness, "In my life, I have slain many, truly not wishing to stain my hands further with killing. Yet why do people always rush towards my sword?"

"Clueless fool, still daring to spout nonsense when death is at your doorstep!"

"Second brother, kill him!"

The burly young man shouted loudly.

His companion immediately sprang forth, his eyes full of sinister cruelty as he smiled, "Boy, prepare to die!"

The young man grasped a longsword, leaped into the air, and shot towards Qinchuan, "Remnant Flame Sword Technique!"

"Ssssssh!"

A sword light flickered, as blinding as flames, carrying a scorching breath, and instantly pressed close to Qinchuan's face.

The murder in the depths of the young man's eyes suddenly erupted, his sword aiming straight for Qinchuan's neck.

"Second brother's Remnant Flame Sword Technique has become increasingly formidable, such a tricky and ruthless move; even a master of the Condensed Truth Realm Fifth Layer might be caught off guard by his strike!"

"Such a youngster, there's no way he can withstand second brother's sword!"

Seeing this, the other young man's eyes revealed a hint of a cold smile, then he moved directly towards Miss Lin Er, "Miss Lin Er, you won't escape our grasp today no matter what, just obediently comply with us, hahaha..."

Miss Lin Er, seeing the power of the swordsmanship unleashed by the young man attacking Qinchuan, immediately showed panic and anger on her face, "When you were attacking the Red-scaled Serpent with the elders just now, you were hiding your true strength and didn't go all out!"

"You did it on purpose, already plotting to harm me, right?!"

She hadn't expected the two men had long been plotting against her, concealing their true power all this time, even when they faced danger.

Now that she saw the young man display such an astonishing might with the Remnant Flame Sword Technique, she couldn't help but turn pale with fright; there was no way Qinchuan, with his young age, could withstand such a powerful strike.

"Stop! Your target is me; this has nothing to do with him. Let him go, and I'll come with you. Otherwise, I'd rather die than let you succeed!"

Miss Lin Er suddenly held her sword to her own neck and shouted at the two young men.

She had sought help from Qinchuan earlier, completely an instinct for survival.

But now, seeing the true strength displayed by the sinister young man, she somewhat regretted blindly seeking his help, inadvertently involving him in danger.

In her mind, given the young man's display of strength, Qinchuan was most likely no match for him.

At this moment, she knew she was probably doomed but did not wish to involve Qinchuan any further. She hoped to deter the young men by threatening her own life, so they would let Qinchuan go, and then she could end herself to preserve her innocence.

The young man who was approaching Miss Lin Er immediately changed his expression, "Don't be rash, put down your sword. As long as you put down the sword, I promise to spare him, you..."

However, before he could finish his sentence.

A "pfft" sound suddenly came to his ears.

His expression instantly changed, thinking that his second brother had already struck down Qinchuan with a sword.

But when he turned his head, his pupils immediately shrank, and the words in his throat abruptly stopped.

Before him, Qinchuan's hand gently grasped the wrist of the swordsman who had attacked.

The swordsman, who had charged at Qinchuan with such ferocity, now had his own sword pierced into his organs at an eerie angle.

"Your sword is too slow," Qinchuan said.

Qinchuan gave a slight push.

"You..." The young man's pupils contracted, he opened his mouth to speak, but then his body slowly toppled backward.

His eyes were filled with unwillingness but quickly lost their luster, and in a blink, life had fled from them.

Both Miss Lin and the other young man witnessed this bizarre scene with mouths agape, eyes brimming with incredulity.

At this moment,

Qinchuan turned around and looked at him, "Did you just say that killing me would be as simple as crushing an ant?"

His calm voice sounded.

The young man shuddered, snapping to realization as he saw his younger brother's corpse on the ground, his eyes nearly splitting with rage, "You... You dared to kill my brother!?"

"You deserve to die! Today, no one can save you, go to hell!"

With a roar, he suddenly pulled out the long saber at his waist and charged at Qinchuan with a bellow.

His cultivation level was clearly more robust than the young man Qinchuan had slain, and his power was also greater.

"Sunblade Technique!"

He roared, and the long saber swished through the air, slashing towards Qinchuan.

"Not good, young master, be careful!"

Seeing this, Miss Lin's face changed, and she quickly spoke up to warn him.

"Ignorant of death!"

Qinchuan's gaze was indifferent. Only when the savage blade light poured down, leaving just a half-foot from him, did he finally make a move.

He calmly reached out two fingers.

The young man's pupils contracted.

There was a "clang."

The fierce and savage blow from the other's saber was actually caught firmly between Wang Teng's two fingers!

All the force of that cut dissipated in an instant!

The heavy long saber could not advance an inch further in front of Qinchuan.

"How... How is this possible?!"

The young man was horrified, his eyelids twitching wildly, and every hair on his body stood on end.

What kind of monster was this seemingly teenage boy before him, who had just easily caught his ferocious strike with two bare fingers?

"An ant is still an ant. You are too weak," Qinchuan shook his head and then snapped his two fingers.

There was a "crack."

The young man's hefty long saber was abruptly broken in two by him.

The shard of blade between Qinchuan's fingers flashed a bright light, like lightning, and in an instant, swept across the young man's neck.

The young man's pupils contracted, he grunted, and clutching his throat, he fell to the ground with a "thump," his bulging eyes filled with unwillingness.

No matter what, he had never expected that this seemingly teenage boy would possess such terrifying strength.