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 statement too arrogant?
"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.
Zheeng Chuan called out a name.
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 become 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 seemed extremely 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 moment, then smiled.
"Since the Saint Heir won’t make the first move, please forgive me."
As Ming Yuankai said this, a sinister smile appeared on his lips.
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.
Extremely provocative.
Yet, Qin Chen remained unmoved.
Seeing this, the contempt in Ming Yuankai’s eyes grew even stronger at that moment.
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 moment, an extremely scorching aura exploded forth.
The long knife in his hand seemed to be burning with flames, 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.
Even Ouyang Panxue felt a little unsettled at this moment, 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.
"Flame Mountain Burning Slash!!!"
Ming Yuankai shouted loudly, the boundless flames burning fiercely.
In the next moment, 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 somewhat 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?
Ming Yuankai burst into a wildly arrogant laugh.
At this moment, it brought him an immense sense of satisfaction.
"This level of strength, truly meaningless."
On the other side, a hint of sarcasm flashed in Ning He’s eyes.
"How could this be?!"
Meanwhile, 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 statements, 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 flames on White Robe Peak, shaking her head vehemently.
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 flames for Body Refinement."
"But I couldn’t have imagined that your flames are just... too weak!!!"
A white figure, as if on a leisurely stroll, directly stepped out from the terrifying flames.
He was unscathed at this moment.
There was no trace of injury on him.
Right now, looking at Qin Chen casually walking out of the flames, 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 method for Body Refinement?"
A White Robed Disciple was utterly dumbfounded.
Since when could the enemy’s Martial Arts methods be used for Body Refinement?
Ming Yuankai’s smile abruptly stopped at this moment.
Unexpectedly, after Qin Chen walked out of the flames,
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 time to react,
He slammed him hard onto the ground.
A large pit appeared on the ground, dirt splattering.
Ming Yuankai’s body was directly smashed into the ground by Qin Chen.
For a moment, White Robe Peak fell silent.
Many, their eyes were in a dazed state.
"How... how is this possible?!"
Zheeng Chuan’s face was extremely unpleasant at this moment.
The contrast was too great.
He was somewhat at a loss.
Then, Ming Yuankai was slammed into the ground like a dead dog by Qin Chen.
This was simply... too shocking.
Ning He was the same.
His face only showed astonishment.
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 transformed into Qin Chen’s fangirl, cheering and shouting.
As for Ouyang Panxue.
Finally, a slight ripple appeared on her ice-cold, snowy face.
Qin Chen looked at the battered Ming Yuankai, speaking indifferently.