Peerless Immortal Emperor in City

Suicide?

Zeng Yuefeng was dumbfounded. His face was full of disbelief as he looked at Qin Heng, as if he had seen a ghost. He mocked with a cold laugh, "You little beast, have you lost your mind? Who do you think you are! Mr. Ai, aren't you going to show your true strength yet?"

"At your command, Young Master!" the Old Man with the Blood Blade bellowed. He stood up again, his figure flickering, True Qi surging, and blood energy overwhelming the sky. In an instant, he arrived within ten meters of Qin Heng!

"Han dog! That strike of yours was indeed not weak. It caught me off guard. Considering your young age, your strength is impressive—truly rare indeed!"

He was a Martial Artist who had followed the Qing soldiers into the pass over three hundred years ago, massacring numerous Han people, and held a profound contempt for them.

"What did you just call me?" Qin Heng glanced at the Old Man with the Blood Blade indifferently and said, "Didn't you hear me? I said I want you to commit suicide."

"You brat, who do you think you are! How dare you speak to me like this? You're looking for death!" The Old Man with the Blood Blade flew into a rage instantly. The blood blade in his hand shone with an intense glow, piercing the heavens and distorting the surroundings, as if transforming the place into a blood-red hell!

CRACKLE!

With a lift of the blade in the hands of the Old Man with the Blood Blade, its light flashed. In an instant, the area within a hundred meters was enveloped by a terrifyingly bloodthirsty aura of slaughter, as an illusory sea of blood churned in the air, with countless corpses floating and sinking within it!

It was incredibly horrific, bloody to the extreme!

"Hahaha! Han dog, see for yourself!" The Old Man with the Blood Blade burst into laughter, holding up the demonic blood-colored blade in his hand, and sneered. "These corpses, this sea of blood, this boundless tragedy! All of them are the blood energy and wronged spirits of your Han ancestors that I slaughtered over three hundred years ago! They are all my slaves! Hahaha! Be afraid! Scream! Then go and die!"

CLANG!

The sound of metal clashing rang out as the Old Man swung the blade in his hand at Qin Heng. This slash was far stronger than any attack he had launched before!

It was so overwhelmingly strong that it was beyond words, so powerful that it exceeded the limit of an Innate Grandmaster, reaching nearly the realm of a Semi-Saint. Leveraging the power of the sea of blood contained within the Blood Blade, the Old Man had already entered that level!

Attack!

Overwhelmingly powerful!

The all-encompassing blood-colored blade light swept across the sky and the earth, as if to devour everything, bringing about a doomsday filled only with endless slaughter and blood!

It was too terrifying!

Truly too terrifying!

Qin Yun, Song Ningran, Yun Lingsu, Jing Chen Jinmu, An Yue, and the others who witnessed this scene were all horrified!

Whether they knew martial arts or not, at such a close distance, they could all feel just how terrifying and powerful the blade in the Old Man's hand was!

"Brother! Be careful! This blade light is too terrifying!"

"Qin Heng, you must not be hit by this blade light! It's like a Demon's blade!"

"Senior!"

"Daoist Master, be careful!"

"Immortal Venerable, beware of that Blood Blade! It's sinister!"

They were all deeply concerned.

After all, the strength the Old Man with the Blood Blade had displayed earlier was too terrifying, too horrific. He was completely dominating all of them on his own!

And it was an absolute overpowering of strength!

Even if Yun Lingsu, Jing Chen Jinmu, Su Ying, An Yue, and the others joined forces and attacked with all their might, they were still slashed to near death by that Blood Blade, with no room to fight back.

Although Qin Heng was powerful, and his earlier act of flinging the Old Man with the Blood Blade away with a wave of his sleeve was impressive, if he were to truly face the assault of the Blood Blade head-on, it would still be extremely dangerous.

"Being careful is useless! You only avoided my Blood Blade's attack by a fluke. Now that I've unleashed my sea of blood, making me equivalent to a Semi-Saint, you cannot hide, you cannot escape! You can only wait for death! Hahaha!"

The Old Man with the Blood Blade laughed out loud, extremely arrogant. He didn't take Qin Heng seriously at all. In his eyes, Qin Heng was already a dead man, soon to have his head chopped off!

"Die!"

The Old Man's roar sounded like thunder, deafening, making Qin Yun, Song Ningran, and the others dizzy.

Qin Heng stood still as if he hadn't seen the glint of the blade at all. He was unmoving and unflinching, as though petrified by fear, simply waiting for death without any intention to dodge.

"It seems this little beast is nothing but a decorative pillow after all," Zeng Yuefeng sneered upon seeing Qin Heng's demeanor. "He seemed quite imposing when he first showed up, his aura overwhelming. But just a few minutes later, he completely wilted. This kind of trash really is garbage. Mr. Ai, go ahead and strike with all your might! One blow will be enough to cut him down."

However, as soon as his words fell...

CLANG!

A crisp sound of metal clashing rang out. The blade in the Old Man's hand was stopped mid-air, unable to slash any further. With just two fingers, Qin Heng had firmly caught the formidable Blood Demon Blade, preventing it from advancing an inch!

"Impossible! He actually caught the Blood Demon Blade with just two fingers!"

Zeng Yuefeng was shocked. Looking at Qin Heng with incredulity, he exclaimed, "The Blood Demon Blade is a Treasure Weapon left by an ancient Semi-Saint who devoted his life to it! How could it be blocked so easily!"

"How could this be?!"

The Old Man was thoroughly astonished. His power was at least seven or eight times greater than before, and the Blood Blade was indestructible—even ten tanks would be chopped into pieces by it!

With the Blood Blade in hand, the Old Man was confident he could unleash power comparable to a Semi-Saint!

But now?!

An all-out strike, blocked by Qin Heng using just two fingers—how could this be!

How could such a thing happen!

Could it be that Qin Heng's strength has truly surpassed that of a Semi-Saint?!

Heavens!

This is impossible!

Neither Zeng Yuefeng nor the Old Man could believe this guess.

A Saint!

An existence that has completely transcended the Innate level!

Even in an era when Spiritual Energy was not yet fully depleted, Saints were extremely terrifying powerhouses!

"Damn it! I don't believe it! I don't believe you can really block my Semi-Saint blade!" the Old Man roared, exerting all his strength in an attempt to slash through Qin Heng's fingers. His Innate True Qi surged, causing the illusory sea of blood to churn tumultuously.

"Go die!"

"Like an ant," Qin Heng snorted coldly. With a slight flick of his two fingers, CLANG! CLANG! The so-called Semi-Saint Precious Sword was instantly crushed into pieces, turning into a pile of scrap metal that fell to the ground.

"How is this possible?!"

"This is a Semi-Saint Precious Sword!"

The Old Man and Zeng Yuefeng both looked at Qin Heng in utter shock, their faces full of disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost, their fear reaching an extreme.

"Nothing is impossible!" Qin Heng said casually, pressing his hand directly onto the head of the Old Man with the Blood Blade.

SQUELCH!

The head was immediately pressed by Qin Heng into the chest cavity!

Before the blood could even spurt, his Internal Force continued to crush down, turning the Old Man with the Blood Blade's entire body into a pool of mush!

A powerhouse comparable to a Semi-Saint!

In Qin Heng's hands, he was killed as easily as an ant, with a mere slap!

Zeng Yuefeng and the Zeng Family Martial Artists he had brought with him were all dumbfounded. They looked at Qin Heng with sheer terror, as if seeing a Demon. Their legs trembled and went weak; some even collapsed directly onto the ground.

After killing the Old Man with the Blood Blade, Qin Heng didn't even glance at the remains. His figure flickered, and he appeared in front of Zeng Yuefeng. His gaze ice-cold, he said softly, "Call the Family Head of your Zeng Family."

"Wh-what do you want to do?" Zeng Yuefeng's expression was filled with terror. He had never imagined Qin Heng's strength could be so fearsome!

"To inform him of something," Qin Heng said indifferently. "I am going to eradicate your Zeng Family completely!"