Woo Xiang and Duan Ling even held their breaths slightly, serious in their demeanor. Although Su Chen killing a Qiu Wang wasn’t a big deal, after all, in their eyes, they could easily kill a Qiu Wang themselves.
But, the method Su Chen used to execute Qiu Wang was horrifying.
To smash a Martial Cultivator into a mist of blood with one punch... what kind of terrifying strength was needed for that?!
"Body Cultivation?" On the side, Yu Qingrou muttered to herself. She suddenly felt that she understood Su Chen. No wonder Su Chen, being only at the third level of the Divine Power Realm, was so arrogant and haughty. No wonder Zhou Zheng treated Su Chen so specially.
It turned out that Su Chen wasn’t a Qi Cultivator, so, even if he was just at the third level of the Divine Power Realm or the Hollow Void Realm, what did it matter? His reliance was purely on his physical body!
"So that’s it." In her astonishment, Yu Qingrou’s interest in Su Chen grew even more. Body cultivators were rare, and she had not encountered many to this day. However, she knew well that Qi Cultivators were the most common and also the weakest, incomparable to Body Cultivation and Soul Cultivation. She suddenly looked forward to it—perhaps Su Chen could defeat Qiu Tong and Duan Ling? As for Woo Xiang, though, she still didn’t think Su Chen could defeat him.
Among the seven who came from the Wanlong Dynasty to the Prisoner Qing Relic Site, Woo Xiang was second only to her. Woo Xiang’s strength was very formidable!!!
Even if Su Chen was a body cultivator, the chances were still great that he was not as formidable as Woo Xiang.
"Alright, it’s your turn now." The next second, Su Chen turned to Qiu Tong.
"Go to hell!!!" Qiu Tong’s shocked expression suddenly turned into one of murderous intent, anger, and irritability. His eyes bulged as the aura of the eighth level of the Heavenly Fate Realm roared out like a mighty river, a water dragon bellowing and waves surging, all pressing towards Su Chen.
At the same time, a Superior Divine Artifact metal staff suddenly appeared in Qiu Tong’s hand.
The metal staff, received from Yao Xi’s Storage Bag, was quite handy to use and very powerful. He had gotten it yesterday and had taken a great liking to it.
Under the yellow and black metallic glint, that Lower-grade Divine Artifact long staff tore through the air, directly facing Su Chen.
This strike was terrifying.
Because Qiu Tong’s strength was too great, Su Chen clearly felt that Qiu Tong’s strength was about the Strength of Thirty Thousand Dragons, which was a horrifying figure.
It must be said, the natives of the Qiuqing Continent were truly blessed with extraordinary physical strength.
And the unmatched power of thirty thousand dragons, wielding a Lower-grade Divine Artifact long staff, one could imagine its might.
It truly made the space tremble, reality and illusion interweaved, the staff shadows twisted, and the staff’s momentum crushed the heavens.
Clearly visible, even as the long staff moved and roamed through the air, the simple furniture, tea cups, tables, and chairs in the room were all crushed by the staff’s aura.
Even more horrifying was that even the ground where Su Chen stood began to weather as layers of gravel soared into the air.
Even Woo Xiang and Duan Ling couldn’t help but change their expressions in shock at Qiu Tong’s strike.
Yet, looking at Su Chen again, his face remained indifferent.
"Nice strength, but unfortunately, this lower-grade Divine Artifact can hardly bear your power." Su Chen muttered to himself; as his voice fell, he suddenly strode forward, not retreating but advancing, closing in with another punch.
Seeing this, Yu Qingrou furrowed her brows again.
She felt that Su Chen was being reckless.
From the aura alone, one could feel just how fierce Qiu Tong’s strike was. At this moment, it would be best to avoid his sharpness, use movement technique to dodge, and then look for an opportunity to attack.
To confront it directly was simply foolish.
Even she would find it difficult to face such sharpness directly.
Just as Yu Qingrou furrowed her brows.
Su Chen’s fist made contact with the low-grade Divine Artifact’s long staff.
In that instant, Qiu Tong’s complexion turned ashen, his hands gripping the metal staff rapidly filled with fresh blood as his flesh and shinbone were torn apart by the shock force, his mangled flesh was a ghastly sight to behold.
Yet, the low-grade Divine Artifact’s long staff did not break but exploded upon contact with Su Chen’s fist!
It transformed into fragments of yellow-black metal, surging and rippling in all directions.
Moreover, at the point of collision between Su Chen’s fist and the metal staff, a distinct air void appeared. It is important to note that this is the Qiuqing Continent, where gravity is about ten times that of the Divine Martial Continent, and the strength of the real space in the void is also ten times greater, making it extremely difficult to create an air void on the Qiuqing Continent.
What was even more horrifying was that at the moment his fist touched the low-grade Divine Artifact, it too was covered in fresh blood with his bones chillingly visible, but in the blink of an eye, his fist visibly and rapidly healed, which was an unnerving sight.
Qiu Tong staggered back repeatedly, his body completely bent, with both arms broken, he slammed into a wall of the house, which then crumbled to dust.
The room began to collapse.
"Die!" Su Chen did not relent when he saw the advantage, his figure moved, the Fleeting Shadows Body Method rippling decisively. He was too fast, shooting out like a laser beam directly at Qiu Tong, face to face in an instant.
"You!!!" Qiu Tong gasped in horror, his heart almost burst from unimaginable fear. He wanted to strike back to fend off Su Chen, but his arms were completely broken, leaving him unable to respond.
"Have a good trip," Su Chen said indifferently, reaching out with one hand in the shape of an Eagle Claw, grabbing Qiu Tong’s shoulder. Su Chen’s fingers, sharp as swords, effortlessly pierced through the skin and bones of Qiu Tong’s shoulder, blood trailing as Su Chen slightly exerted force, lifting Qiu Tong up entirely.
Then, Su Chen casually threw him aside.
The speed he was thrown, chilling, leaving behind a trail of afterimages and waves of blood qi.
Qiu Tong’s entire body hit the ground.
The impact created a massive crater over ten meters in diameter, filled with clouds of gravel and lime, and Qiu Tong died in an instant—his internal organs, shinbones, and flesh completely shattered upon impact. This content belongs to NoveI★Fire.net
Behind Su Chen, Woo Xiang and Duan Ling were left with tingling scalps!
Su Chen’s method of combat was too brutal. Not even the Monster Beast Clan would fight !
It was a pure physical crushing!
The visual effect was indescribable.
The key point was that Qiu Tong was at the Eighth Level of the Fate Realm! Moreover, as a native of the Qiuqing Continent, he was much more formidable than someone from the Divine Martial Continent at the Eighth Level of the Divine Power Realm!
Even if the two of them used all their techniques, they might not have been able to defeat Qiu Tong.
Now, Woo Xiang and Duan Ling began to doubt if they could even stand as Su Chen’s opponents.
A chilling, fearful emotion had already begun to spread within them.