Primordial Emperor
Chapter 388: Clash

Chapter 388: Chapter 388: Clash

Upon seeing someone barge in, Lin Chen did not look towards the man, his gaze bursting forth with twin shards of icy intent.

"The Brother Wang Fei who brought me here only told me to ignore whatever I saw or heard, but he never told me what to do if trouble came knocking on my door," Lin Chen said with a faint shake of his head, giving a bitter laugh as he thought to himself that things really do not always go as one wishes. It seemed that what was meant to come would always come.

Then, Lin Chen slowly lifted his gaze, his eyes flickering with cold murderous intent.

"If you don’t want to die, get lost," Lin Chen said indifferently.

The rules within the Formation Sect were few and they encouraged minor conflicts among the disciples.

As long as the foundation of the Sect wasn’t affected, whatever fights occurred, the Sect would not blame anyone, let alone the fact that Lin Chen had not yet joined the Sect. Perhaps, being killed right now by someone, there would be no one to speak a word for Lin Chen.

Of course, if it were Lin Chen who killed someone, it would be the same.

"Kid, what did you say? You actually dare to tell me to get lost, do you know who you’re talking to?" the burly man said, looking at Lin Chen with disbelief.

He could tell that Lin Chen’s cultivation was merely at the Sixth Layer of Melding Earth Realm, an existence he could crush like an ant with a flick of his hand, yet Lin Chen dared to be so arrogant with him.

After all, the burly man and his followers behind him, even the weakest among them, was at the First Layer of the Heaven-reaching Realm, the stronger ones were at the Heaven-reaching Realm Fifth Layer. With such cultivation, they could easily crush Lin Chen. Shouldn’t Lin Chen show them the utmost respect?

Or was it that Lin Chen had been scared silly, his mind muddled and spouting nonsense?

"Kid, kneel down and kowtow a hundred times to me, grandpa, and maybe I’ll spare your life."

"Otherwise, today I will make you wish you were never born."

The burly man glared at Lin Chen with a fierce demeanor.

"You talk too much," Lin Chen said, lifting his head to look at the burly man, his body also moving in response.

One could see Lin Chen’s figure leaving an afterimage at his original spot; in the next instant, he became like a gust of wind, swiftly moving through the room.

In the next moment, Lin Chen reappeared in front of the burly man.

Simultaneously, several crisp sounds echoed throughout the room.

By the time the burly man regained his senses, he found a fatally painful sensation emerging from his chest, a feeling so intense it was almost suffocating.

As all the pain surged through his body, dizziness took over his vision, and he felt himself being thrown out.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and when he came to, the burly man and his underlings had already been blown out the door, immediately howling in agony.

"Damn it, who the hell is this guy?"

The burly man held on to the bruises on his body, hurriedly swallowing an elixir, then led his followers to flee the place.

He knew that he had run into an iron wall this time, someone not to be trifled with. Who could have expected that a fellow with mere Sixth Layer Melding Earth Realm’s cultivation could burst out with such tremendous power, completely outmatching them?

They were well aware that if Lin Chen had decided to kill them just now, none of them would have survived.

They had been thrown out by Lin Chen without even a chance to resist; just how powerful must the other party be.

The people around—who had been dismissive of the fight in Lin Chen’s room—suddenly took interest in Lin Chen after seeing him send seven or eight people flying in an instant.

"I am Zhang Kuang, wielding the Gale Knife, and I would like to exchange a few moves with you," a large man in slightly tattered clothing stood out from the crowd. Aside from the unusual knife in his hand, the man’s name and appearance were indeed quite unbridled.

The martial artists who were able to stay in this place were generally either influential, skilled people in several areas or recommended by a strong benefactor.

These people were here to participate in the Formation Sect’s recruitment competition and they knew, regardless of how they endured the Sect’s trials, that according to the Sect’s annual routine, the final round was inevitably a major battle among participants; only the top fifty ranked could join the Sect.

Hence, these people suddenly became interested in challenging Lin Chen.

Before coming to the courtyard, Wang Fei had introduced Lin Chen to some of its situations, so he had a fair understanding.

Now that these guys wanted to challenge him, Lin Chen was not refusing; it was a good opportunity to experience the power of these so-called Heavenly Prides.

"Please!"

"Please!"

Lin Chen lifted his head to look at Zhang Kuang and said with a slight nod.

The moment Lin Chen finished speaking, the martial artist known as Zhang Kuang’s aura changed. A gale arose around the knife in his hand, and after a flurry of movements, a slash of knife Qi swiftly moved towards Lin Chen.

It seemed this fellow is not only unbridled in name and appearance but also in the weapons he wielded and the martial arts skills he cultivated, a person with quite a distinctive character.

Lin Chen watched the attack launched by the man, his eyes suddenly narrowing.

A sword appeared in his hand, and as Lin Chen held it horizontally with a buzz, a streak of Sword Qi was also released with his swing.

Lin Chen’s swordsmanship was smooth and unforced as water, and yet to the onlookers, it seemed as if he executed it upon the surface of Moonlight Lake, fluid and unending.

Lin Chen had mastered the High Mountain Flowing Water Sword Technique, such an unfathomably profound technique that others couldn’t see through, yet they could sense its extraordinariness.

"What a swift sword!"

The onlookers couldn’t help but exclaim upon seeing Lin Chen’s swordsmanship.

Inwardly, they were also shocked; Lin Chen’s strength allowed him to wield such a subtle sword technique, which showed he was indeed extraordinary in the way of the sword.

With a clear ringing sound, the knife in Zhang Kuang’s hands also broke, a trace of fresh blood dripping from Zhang Kuang’s throat.

The wound was superficial, merely grazing the skin.

Yet, such a wound caused Zhang Kuang’s complexion to change drastically, the control Lin Chen exercised over his sword technique had reached such an inspiring level.