Chapter Seventy Shocked

  One punch, kill after five seconds!

  The entire scene was silent and still, as everyone watched the guard fall to the ground. People felt their heartbeats almost come to a stop, with a blank mind.

  Most of them were below Quadruple Heaven, and they thought Xia Chen's cultivation was about the same as theirs. But now they realized how ridiculous that idea was.

  They can instantly kill a being with fivefold heavenly tribulation, yet they still have the audacity to think of killing me and stealing the treasure!

  "Bastard, you killed Ding's guard! You actually killed Ding's guard!" Qian Xueming involuntarily shrieked, his face changing from ferocity to fear in an instant.

  "Hurry, young master! Hurry back to find the old master!" Yang Shu and another guard's faces changed drastically as they shouted hoarsely. Then they both rushed towards Xia Chen.

  Since he can instantly kill Ding's guards, it's no big deal to kill them too. The only way now is to desperately block and give Qian Xueming a chance to survive.

  "Get out!" Xia Chen shouted coldly.

  He threw out two fists at the same time, and the Heaven Splitting Blade's edge flashed slightly, each fist meeting one from Yang Shu and another guard.

  The two let out a simultaneous blood-curdling scream, their fists instantly torn to shreds by the Heaven-Cleaving Blade's edge, and then the blade continued on its path upwards, until it had turned both of their entire arms into bloody pulp.

  Bang bang two sounds, Xia Chen flew up with both feet and kicked the two people far away. The two fell to the ground, motionless, completely knocked out.

  Seriously injured two people, tomorrow five heavy, just use one breath!

  Qian Xueming only felt his whole body go soft, he originally turned around to escape, but his legs were like they were filled with vinegar, both sour and heavy, and he couldn't move a step.

  Watching Xia Chen walk over slowly in his black cloak was like seeing the footsteps of the god of death approaching bit by bit.

  Qian Xue's name was strong and calm, but his voice was slightly trembling: "Don't come over, don't come over, my father Qian Li is a powerful man of the Seventh Heaven, if you dare to touch a single hair on me, my father will tear you into pieces!"

  Xia Chen walked up to him and said calmly, "Is your dad really that formidable?"

  Qian Xue's name thought he had intimidated the opponent, and his heart relaxed. He said loudly: "Of course, you killed me, my father will never let you go, I advise you not to dig your own grave, although I avenged you, but you also killed my people, our accounts are settled, from now on, we don't interfere with each other, what do you think?"

  He says reconciliation on the surface, but in his heart he is turning evil thoughts: Despicable, wait for my dad to take action personally, catch this bastard, I will torture you to death!

  "Alright!" Xia Chen Sen smiled suddenly and raised his palm, heavily slapping it on top of his head.

  Qian Xueming let out a loud cry, his eyes bulging out instantly, with an expression of unbelievable horror, blood gushing out from all seven orifices, his face twisted in extreme agony as he slowly collapsed.

  Until his dying breath, he still couldn't believe that Xia Chen actually dared to kill him.

  The trading floor was silent as a crow, everyone stared at Xia Chen with frightened eyes, and the only thought in their minds was that this person absolutely cannot be provoked, absolutely cannot be provoked!

  Dare to kill in public the son of Qian Li, how can he be afraid of Qian Li?

  Not far away, those women from the Haoran faction had pale faces and were sweating profusely.

  "Thanks to you, sister He, we didn't kill him. Otherwise, it would have been us who died!" Chen Lan muttered, her tone barely concealing her terror.

  That freckled girl also turned pale: "I didn't expect this person to be so terrifying! It seems that only Zhang Sheng can rival him, if he also wants to enter the ancient storage, then he is our strongest enemy!"

  Hao Ran and others were also watching, seeing this scene, they all felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

  "Five consecutive kills after just one second! I didn't know this guy was so strong!" Qi Shixiong's face turned ashen. Although he was still far away from Xia Chen, his feet involuntarily took a step back. The arrogant and domineering air that had filled the trading floor earlier had vanished without a trace.

  "Fortunately, Yan Shi-di reminded us, otherwise we would have rushed up and killed ourselves!" Another disciple muttered.

  "This person's cultivation is at least Seventh Heaven, otherwise he wouldn't be able to instantly kill a Fifth Heaven cultivator." Yan Bing was still calm, but her eyes couldn't hide the shock, "Even if the four of us join forces, we're not his match in one move. It seems only Ling Shixiong can hold him back. Where did this powerful expert suddenly come from?"

  "This person is very strong..."

  The man in the green robe stood on a stone step, saw this scene, and his eyes suddenly contracted! Then, as if thinking of something, he turned around and disappeared into the vast night.

  "Who else wants to kill and seize treasure? Step out!" Xia Chen said coldly, with one foot on Qian Xueming's corpse.

  No one spoke, everyone was nervous in their hearts, and even involuntarily lowered their heads, fearing to provoke this jinx.

  Suddenly, a loud and boisterous voice rang out: "Haha, great! This rich guy who's dripping with wealth actually didn't run away, and he still dares to stay here. How stupid can you get? Hey, kid, are you waiting just for me to take the treasure? I didn't expect that by coming out a bit late, I'd still be able to catch such a good opportunity! Haha!"

  A giant of a man, resembling an iron tower, walked up with large strides and stood in front of Xia Chen, letting out an excited and ferocious laugh.

  Everyone looked at him with a pitiful gaze, thinking that you must be extremely foolish!

  "Do you want the treasure on me?" Xia Chen said calmly.

  "Of course!" The big Han laughed wildly, "You little brat is so rich and bought so many treasures? Who wouldn't be jealous?! Everyone here has the intention of killing you to rob your treasure, and you're really stupid enough, if it were me, after buying these treasures, I would have escaped long ago, why are you still standing here waiting for others to snatch, haha..."

  Suddenly, his laughter stopped abruptly, staring at the people around him with wide eyes, as if he had just discovered something eerie. So many people, not one of them was laughing along with him, but instead they were all looking at him with a gaze that seemed to be watching a dead man.

  "You...!" The big Han finally realized that something was wrong, he slowly lowered his head and suddenly saw the corpse trampled by Xia Chen at his feet. His face changed drastically, "Did you kill Qian Xue Ming? How dare you..."

  "Qian Xueming said he's very lonely down there and needs you to accompany him." Xia Chen smiled calmly, raised his hand and made a gentle wave, a cold light suddenly flashed by.

  The big man's voice instantly turned into meaningless humming, he tightly covered his throat with blood gushing out, stumbling backward, eyes wide open, as if unbelievable, Xia Chen raised his hand and foot between them could kill him.

  As his body slowly slumped, the corner of his eye caught the crowd's pitying gaze once again. The big man suddenly came to a realization - it was he who had been the most foolish all along. Unfortunately, this truth only dawned on him in death.

  "Is anyone else going up?" Xia Chen said lightly, taking a step forward.

  Everyone took a step back at the same time, keeping the same distance from Xia Chen.

  "What's wrong, didn't you all want to kill and snatch treasure?" Xia Chen sneered, "How come you're all shrinking back now? A bunch of useless trash!"

  Everyone's face turned bright red at the same time. When had they ever suffered such humiliation? They were furious in their hearts, but facing Xia Chen's terrifying power, they also harbored fear and could only grit their teeth and endure it helplessly. This feeling was truly unbearable.

  "Don't be too arrogant!" A middle-aged cultivator suddenly sneered, "No one is stopping you, it doesn't mean we're all afraid of you. If we join forces, no matter how strong your abilities are, you'll still end up dead and unburied!"

  "This big brother is right, this guy is too arrogant, who does he think he is? A divine cultivator? Even if he were a divine cultivator, he wouldn't dare to oppose all of us."

  "I've had enough of this bastard, thinking he's invincible just because he has some skills. Let's join forces and take him down!"

  "Yes, with so many of us, why should we be afraid of just one person? Even if he's very strong, can't he still be defeated by a multitude of people? Let's join forces and kill him, then take the treasures on his body and divide them equally among ourselves."

  "Come on, everyone! Let's go together! No one should retreat. As long as we work together with one heart, this guy won't be able to escape!"

  There was a middle-aged cultivator who took the lead, and the crowd suddenly became excited, with many people rushing towards Xia Chen with red eyes. Several cultivators with ulterior motives shouted even louder.

  The middle-aged cultivator didn't expect to become the fuse, and couldn't help but feel complacent, loudly shouting: "Today we join forces to kill this official, then divide the treasure equally, which is equivalent to ridding the people of a pest..."

  Suddenly, a swift and fierce black shadow rushed in front of him, with a flash of cold light on his hand, cutting through a brilliant blade.

  Whoosh! The middle-aged monk's head instantly flew out of his body, his face still excited, and in mid-air, he shouted out a "harm" word.

  "Good!" Although the crowd had seen this strange scene, things happened too quickly, and they didn't have time to adjust their emotions. The vast majority of people still responded enthusiastically, as if they were cheering for his death.

  With a loud crash, the middle-aged monk's head was smashed into a pulp at the feet of a young boy. The boy let out a terrified shriek and turned to run away.

  Xia Chen's figure was like a ghost, his hands grasping continuously, the Heaven-Defying Blade Tips on his hands flashing, cutting out several fierce blade lights, chopping those few cultivators who had just shouted the loudest into scattered corpses.

  The crowd was as if drenched by a bucket of ice water, their passionate mood suddenly turned into infinite fear, let out a cry, and scattered in all directions like birds and beasts.

  They were just a mob, with no cohesion at all. As soon as Xia Chen killed a few people to assert his authority, they immediately began to collapse.

  Xia Chen's figure flashed and disappeared into the darkness of night in an instant.

  At the entrance of the trading hall, the master and a group of elders appeared at some point, gazing at this scene, with muscles on their faces twitching involuntarily.

  "This person can be befriended, but must not be offended." The master of the pavilion said lightly, with a hint of a smile at the corner of his eye.

  Rushing to the entrance of a hutong, Xia Chen stopped in his tracks and casually removed his cloak, throwing it far away. He wasn't afraid to show his current face to people; at worst, he could just use the Thousand Faces Technique to change his appearance again.

  There are not a few people who have unusual thoughts about him, but those who dare to come out openly are basically fools, so Xia Chen has no problem whether he is mocking or killing.

  The ones who are really hard to deal with are those guys hiding in the dark, waiting for a chance to kill and steal.