Primordial Emperor
Chapter 692 Yu Chuan’s Game

Chapter 692: Chapter 692 Yu Chuan’s Game

The Spiritual Treasure Pavilion’s location lies at the center of all peaks, not belonging to any division of True Disciple, Inner Sect, or Outer Sect; hence, everyone can come here.

Lin Chen glanced at the people surrounding him and Qiu Ya with a slight frown, this bunch really was relentless.

At this moment, the person blocking the way of Lin Chen and Qiu Ya was none other than Qing Qizheng, who had previously been chastised and sent out of the Spiritual Treasure Pavilion by Zhu Geng.

As a True Disciple, being loudly scolded by Zhu Geng in front of everyone had shattered Qing Qizheng’s dignity.

Qing Qizheng believed it to be Lin Chen’s doing and was determined to ensure Lin Chen wouldn’t die a good death, and to humiliate Qiu Ya in his presence.

Qing Qizheng had intended to leave, but then he thought that the most dangerous place might just be the safest, so he decided to wait here for Lin Chen and Qiu Ya.

Lin Chen fixed his gaze on Qing Qizheng, his brows furrowing tightly.

He knew that Qing Qizheng was merely a pawn of those who wanted to deal with him, and an easily exploited one at that.

"Get lost!"

Lin Chen had no intention of explaining too much to Qing Qizheng, and should he continue to be a nuisance, Lin Chen would not mind making him pay the price.

"Haha, you brat, so arrogant. You want to tell me to get lost? If I don’t kill you today, how could I continue to mingle in the Formation Sect?"

Qing Qizheng angrily ordered his subordinates to sever Lin Chen’s limbs and let him watch Qiu Ya being taken by force.

Qing Qizheng’s underlings, upon hearing the command, advanced on Lin Chen with vicious looks in their eyes.

Even though Lin Chen was only a disciple at the seventh level of the Reverting Void realm, the weakest among them was at the Eighth Layer of the Reverting Void realm, and they were confident they could easily subdue Lin Chen.

"I will say this only once, take one more step forward and the consequences are on your own head!"

Lin Chen warned them, the Sword of Lightning in his hand exuding a chilling aura.

However, Qing Qizheng and his underlings ignored Lin Chen’s warning and were instead drawn to the Heavenly Grade Sword of Lightning in Lin Chen’s hand.

This greed for the sword completely made them overlook Lin Chen’s threat.

Qing Qizheng and his underlings charged together at Lin Chen.

"Utterly foolish!"

Lin Chen watched those whose eyes were blinded by greed, deciding no longer to tolerate them.

He swung the Sword of Lightning, his figure phasing like an apparition through the crowd.

The Purple Thunder Shield Technique, this Divine-level martial arts, made Lin Chen nearly invisible before their eyes.

It wasn’t until they felt severe pain in their arms that they realized Lin Chen had easily severed their limbs and legs.

"Ah..."

The crowd immediately screamed in agony, their eyes filled with terror as they looked at Lin Chen with fear.

"This guy, he does have some strength, no wonder he is so fearless!"

Qing Qizheng, witnessing how Lin Chen had dismembered his subordinates’ limbs in just a few breaths, was shocked and finally understood Lin Chen’s victory over Gong Wenwen was not by chance but because of his true strength.

Qing Qizheng pondered when such a formidable character had emerged in the Inner Sect. Lin Chen’s strength was already approaching that of a True Disciple.

Among the top ten martial artists of the Inner Sect, Lin Chen’s name seemed to be absent, Qing Qizheng looking at Lin Chen, suddenly thought of a person who had recently become famous within the Formation Sect.

Could the one who had defeated Gong Wenwen be him?

"Could it be that you are Lin Chen!?"

Qing Qizheng, thinking of Lin Chen’s name, couldn’t help but take two steps back, his heart filled with terror. Why hadn’t he thought of Lin Chen’s name earlier?

At this moment, Lin Chen observed Qing Qizheng and thought to himself, how did such a dim-witted individual become a True Disciple?

The onlookers had been able to guess his identity; before causing trouble, didn’t Qing Qizheng think to investigate or inquire at all?

It seemed that Qing Qizheng really did whatever he pleased within the Formation Sect, never caring about the identity of his opponents in his past actions.

...

At this time, atop a mountain peak enshrouded by clouds and mist, two figures hovered in the air. One girded with a sharp sword, the other with white hair flowing.

"Yu Chuan, why did you stir Qing Qizheng into such actions? By doing so, aren’t you harming him?"

Lu Min’s tone was cold but carried a hint of agitation.

"Haha, Lu Min oh Lu Min, stop pretending here. Isn’t this what you’ve always longed for?"

"Isn’t it true that deep down, you’ve always wished for this guy’s death? I am merely helping you with your business!"

"Don’t worry, Qing Wanrong will not know of this matter, and even if she does, she’ll only hate Lin Chen all the more!"

Yu Chuan looked at Lu Min with a sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

However, upon hearing Yu Chuan’s words, Lu Min’s brow furrowed slightly, then quickly returned to calmness.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about!"

"He is my brother!"

Lu Min, looking at Yu Chuan, emphasized only this sentence.

Lu Min and Qing Qizheng’s sister, Qing Wanrong, were Dao Companions. But Qing Qizheng, the good-for-nothing, often caused trouble and each time required Lu Min to clean up after him, thus offending many and causing his prestige and foundation in the Formation Sect to be lesser than the other Ten Great True Transmissions.

Therefore, Lu Min harbored deep-seated hatred for Qing Qizheng, the so-called "brother."