"Haha... Haha!!"
Upon hearing Qin Chen’s words, all the White Robed Disciples on White Robe Peak burst into laughter.
Even Ouyang Panxue furrowed her brows slightly.
Wasn’t this statent too arrogant?
"Clueless fellow."
"I hope you’ll still say such things later on." Zheeng Chuan laughed until his stomach ached.
He’s seen ignorance, but never such a level of ignorance.
"Ming Yuankai—"
Zheeng Chuan called out a na.
Instantly, a very burly White Robed Disciple stepped out from the group of disciples.
"Ming Yuankai, among all the White Robed Disciples on White Robe Peak, is the weakest."
"Didn’t you vow to level White Robe Peak? Then start by defeating him."
Zheeng Chuan said mockingly.
Using the weakest of the White Robed Disciples as Qin Chen’s first opponent.
This was evidently an attempt to humiliate Qin Chen.
If Qin Chen lost, it would undoubtedly beco a huge joke.
Usually, Ming Yuankai was always bullied.
Because his strength among the White Robed Disciples was too weak.
But today, he felt incredibly honored.
He wanted everyone in the Heavenly Blade Saint Sect to know.
That he, Ming Yuankai, had defeated the Saint Heir.
"Saint Heir, please."
Ming Yuankai, full of contempt, made a gesture of invitation to Qin Chen.
It seed extrely polite, but wasn’t it also a form of sarcasm?
Qin Chen gazed at him with indifferent eyes and did not make a move.
Ming Yuankai hesitated for a mont, then smiled.
"Since the Saint Heir won’t make the first move, please forgive ."
As Ming Yuankai said this, a sinister smile appeared on his lips.
Swipe—
Ming Yuankai waved his big hand, and instantly a superior Earth Origin Artifact level long knife was brandished by him.
The long knife, its tip directed at Qin Chen.
Extrely provocative.
Yet, Qin Chen remained unmoved.
Seeing this, the contempt in Ming Yuankai’s eyes grew even stronger at that mont.
He looked down on Qin Chen even more in his heart.
"Since the Saint Heir is so hesitant to make a move."
"Then forgive my offense."
Ming Yuankai sneered coldly.
As he finished speaking, in the next mont, an extrely scorching aura exploded forth.
The long knife in his hand seed to be burning with flas, and the surrounding air temperature suddenly rose.
"Third Level Perfection attack type Sword Intent!"
A White Robed Disciple’s eyes slightly narrowed.
Even so, Qin Chen still stood there, motionless.
Without speaking, as if petrified, not even moving his eyes.
"Hahaha, this useless Saint Heir truly is a useless Saint Heir, could he be a fool?"
"I think so, he’s probably scared silly!!!"
Seeing this scene, many of the White Robed Disciples burst into mocking laughter.
"What is he doing?"
Even Ouyang Panxue felt a little unsettled at this mont, furrowing her brows.
"I didn’t expect this Saint Heir to be not only useless but also an idiot!!"
Seeing Qin Chen still motionless, Ming Yuankai’s face was instantly filled with a smug smile.
"Fla Mountain Burning Slash!!!"
Ming Yuankai shouted loudly, the boundless flas burning fiercely.
In the next mont, he directly enveloped Qin Chen’s body.
In an instant, Qin Chen’s figure disappeared from everyone’s sight.
"Is it over just like that?"
Seeing this, the many White Robed Disciples were sowhat stunned.
Although they didn’t expect Qin Chen to be very strong.
This was too weak, wasn’t it?
Just a single encounter and he was defeated?
This was too fast!!!
"Hahahahahaha—"
Ming Yuankai burst into a wildly arrogant laugh.
At this mont, it brought him an imnse sense of satisfaction.
"This level of strength, truly aningless."
On the other side, a hint of sarcasm flashed in Ning He’s eyes.
"How could this be?!"
anwhile, outside White Robe Peak, watching the situation on this side, Ouyang Panxia was slightly agape, covering her mouth with her hand in shock.
Ouyang Panxue shook her head and indifferently said a few words: "Overestimating oneself."
Originally, when Qin Chen dared to make such bold statents, she thought he really had the strength.
Seeing now, how easily Qin Chen was dealt with, naturally she felt quite disappointed.
"No way, little brother is really strong."
Ouyang Panxia stared at Qin Chen, encircled by the flas on White Robe Peak, shaking her head vehently.
In recent days, she’d visited Demon Peak and seen Qin Chen train.
She’d felt the powerful aura emissions when Qin Chen was training.
"I originally wanted to use your flas for Body Refinent."
"But I couldn’t have imagined that your flas are just... too weak!!!"
Just then.
A white figure, as if on a leisurely stroll, directly stepped out from the terrifying flas.
It was Qin Chen.
He was unscathed at this mont.
There was no trace of injury on him.
What!!!
Amazed.
Right now, looking at Qin Chen casually walking out of the flas, many White Robed Disciples were shocked.
"A Body Refining Martial Artist, he is a Body Refining Martial Artist!!"
Finally, a fellow Body Refining Martial Artist discovered the anomaly and pointed at Qin Chen, shouting twice.
"Using the enemy’s Martial Arts thod for Body Refinent?"
A White Robed Disciple was utterly dumbfounded.
Since when could the enemy’s Martial Arts thods be used for Body Refinent?
Ming Yuankai’s smile abruptly stopped at this mont.
Unexpectedly, after Qin Chen walked out of the flas,
He flashed over directly to Ming Yuankai.
Then, like lightning, he reached out and clasped Ming Yuankai’s neck with his hand.
While Ming Yuankai had no ti to react,
He slamd him hard onto the ground.
Bang!!!
A large pit appeared on the ground, dirt splattering.
Ming Yuankai’s body was directly smashed into the ground by Qin Chen.
For a mont, White Robe Peak fell silent.
Many, their eyes were in a dazed state.
"How... how is this possible?!"
Zheeng Chuan’s face was extrely unpleasant at this mont.
The contrast was too great.
He was sowhat at a loss.
Then, Ming Yuankai was slamd into the ground like a dead dog by Qin Chen.
This was simply... too shocking.
Ning He was the sa.
His face only showed astonishnt.
Evidently, the scene before his eyes was also beyond his expectations.
"Little brother is so cool!"
"I knew it, little brother wouldn’t be defeated so easily."
Seeing this, Ouyang Panxia transford into Qin Chen’s fangirl, cheering and shouting.
As for Ouyang Panxue.
Finally, a slight ripple appeared on her ice-cold, snowy face.
"Weak, too weak."
Qin Chen looked at the battered Ming Yuankai, speaking indifferently.
"Useless."
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