When everyone else saw this sword, except Qin Yuechi, their eyes flickered.
The power of this sword is astonishing, and it does have some skill that can make people feel cold.
But Mrs. Zhao was not satisfied yet. She felt that the guard's target was too conservative. It should not just be aimed at one of Qin Chen's arms, but his head.
Even so, everyone seemed to see Qin Chen covered in blood and begging for mercy in pain.
but--
Ding ding ding!
The expected scene did not happen. The long sword in Qin Chen's hand suddenly erupted with three rays of cold light, and then the sound of gold and iron clashing sounded.
Before the guard had time to understand what had happened, he felt his eyes blurred, his palms numb, and the handle of the knife in his hand shook violently. He could hardly hold the sword and almost took it out.
He continuously mobilized his vitality and then firmly grasped the sword in his hand.
Then he was about to fight back.
The next moment, a long sword filled with cold light was pressed against his throat.
The cold touch, like the scythe of death, controlled his life, making his whole body shiver, his scalp numb, like a nightmare, and his body stiff and motionless.
In an instant.
Everyone around them stared wide-eyed, almost unable to believe their own eyes.
If the previous guard was succeeded by Qin Chen because of his carelessness, then the guard just now had taken action with all his strength, but the result was still shocking.
Even the guard really couldn't figure out how Qin Chen, who was only at the early human level, could block his poisonous dragon spitting letter? How could he withstand his late human level cultivation and gain the upper hand?
"This little beast, actually..." Mrs. Zhao's eyes turned cold, and she was shocked, and blurted out: "Qin Chen, you are so brave, you still haven't put down your sword."
Her eyes widened with anger, and she was majestic. At this time, she still had the majesty of the mistress of the Qin family.
"Put it down?" Qin Chen grinned.
I saw a cold light radiating from his eyes, and he pressed the long sword in his hand fiercely, and then pulled it.
"Master Chen, don't..."
When the guard saw this, his heart trembled, and he hurriedly begged for mercy, but it was already too late.
puff!
A stream of hot blood spurted out from his neck like a fountain, spreading all over the ground far away.
The corpse fell to the ground helplessly.
"You want to kill me, and you want me to spare him?!"
Qin Chen always had a smile on his face, but in people's eyes, it made everyone feel cold, like a devil.
For a moment, the entire Qin Mansion was silent.
"And you!" Qin Chen turned to look at Zhao Qirui, his eyes narrowed slightly, like a wolf staring at its prey, and he said coldly: "If you dare to attack my mother again, be careful, I will kill you
about you."
Zhao Qirui's face suddenly showed anger, and he was about to get angry, but when he saw Qin Chen's eyes, a cold air rose inexplicably from the soles of his feet, his face turned pale, and he was speechless for a moment.
He looked at Mrs. Zhao and snorted coldly: "Mrs. Zhao, is this what you call discussion, okay?"
Mrs. Zhao hurriedly explained: "Prince Qi, there is a misunderstanding here. Please wait for me to explain it to you."
Then, she stared at Qin Chen, trembling with anger, and the hairpin on her head trembled. She pointed at Qin Chen and said: "Okay, okay, little beast, how dare you, even Prince Qi?"
Dare to threaten..."
Her eyes were as fierce as a poisonous snake, and she suddenly turned her head to look behind her.
Many servants and servants who heard the commotion outside the house and came to watch the excitement shrank their necks in fright and quietly took a few steps back.
Finally, she set her sights on an old man who was always following her, and said bitterly: "Qin Yong, why are you still standing there, why don't you catch this little beast for me!"
"Yes, ma'am."
The old man named Qin Yong responded and walked out of the crowd.
This person was wearing a dark blue robe, with his hands tucked behind the wide sleeves. His eyes were cold, but with a hint of coldness. He had been looking at the situation in the room coldly, and his expression had not changed at all.
After he walked out, everyone's eyes fell on him.
Everyone's pupils shrank, including Qin Chen's.
From this person, he felt an extremely dangerous aura.
"Prefecture-level master." Qin Chen said in a deep voice, his eyes colder than ever before.
"Master Chen, you have gone too far. I don't want to fight with you. Master Chen should just surrender and obey my wife's orders." Qin Yong said lightly, staring at Qin Chen coldly with two emotionless eyes.
Qin Chen's expression remained unchanged and he smiled coldly: "If you want me to catch you without mercy, it depends on whether you have the ability."
He is just an earth-level master. If he fights to the death, he is not without the power to resist.
Qin Yong frowned and said, "In that case, the old slave has overstepped his bounds."
As soon as the words fell, Qin Yong's figure suddenly resembled an eagle, and he jumped out instantly. In an instant, a terrible strong wind swept through the whole room. Qin Yong's hands became claws and he instantly grabbed Qin Chen.
This blow was many times stronger than the previous two guards. The strong aura suppressed Qin Chen's breathing and made his bones creak.
"Qin Yong, if you dare to touch Chen'er, give it a try."
Qin Yuechi, who had always been paying attention to his son's condition, suddenly rushed out and stopped in front of Qin Chen.
Qin Chen, on the other hand, swayed and blocked Qin Yuechi behind him with his sword.
His eyes were cold, waiting for Qin Yong's claws to fall before he would rise up and move violently. Although earth-level warriors were strong, he boasted that when the opponent hit him, he could kill him in one fell swoop.
Seeing it, Qin Yong's claws were only a few feet away from him.
At this moment, a loud voice suddenly came from outside the house, making people's eardrums hurt, "Stop it."
A middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe, purple cloud boots, and a three-fingered gold-rimmed python belt tied around his waist walked into the house like a dragon or a tiger.
Qin Yong's claws stopped abruptly a foot above Qin Chen's head, then hurriedly stepped aside and bent down respectfully.
"Master Hou!"
Everyone in the room bowed and saluted and spoke respectfully.
The person who came was none other than Qin Chen's uncle, Anping Hou Qin Yuanhong.
Mrs. Zhao hurriedly came to Qin Yuanhong and said angrily: "Master Hou, you came just in time. This little beast has gone against the grain today. Not only did he kill two guards, but he also dared to threaten Prince Qi. If you don't promote our family today,
Fa, some people may go to heaven."
"That's enough." Qin Yuanhong shouted coldly, with a gloomy face and said, "Don't you think it's enough?"
"What?" Mrs. Zhao was startled, her little eyes widened, she stared at Qin Yuanhong and said: "Master Marquis, it's not me who wants to cause trouble, it's this little beast..."
Qin Yuanhong shouted angrily and said: "Shut up, little beast, little beast, is this how you behave as the mistress of the Qin family? He is your nephew, if he is a little beast, then who are we, the Qin family?"
Mrs. Zhao's face turned red and she was shaking with anger. She wanted to refute, but when she saw Qin Yuanhong's gloomy face, she immediately suppressed what she wanted to say.
Seeing that the master of the house was furious, the other servants knelt on the ground one by one, their faces turned pale and they were as silent as cicadas.