Chen Ling walked to Qin Yuan and stopped a few feet away. He looked at Qin Yuan jokingly and smiled.
Facing those eyes that were too mysterious to penetrate, Qin Yuan shivered all over, and a chill rose straight up from his tailbone.
Do you dare to kill me?
"Don't you dare. I am the son of the Holy King, and my father is the master of the Palace of Punishment, and ranks among the 12th Supreme Commander of the Palace of Divine Martial Arts."
"How dare you kill me? Even if you kill me, you won't be able to escape."
"Haha, Chen Ling, if you have the ability, come and kill me? Come on."
Qin Yuan was extremely resentful and laughed ferociously without caring about his own embarrassment.
He suddenly became confident.
He is the son of the Holy King.
A holy king, the pinnacle of Wuzhou.
What's more, his father is not an ordinary holy king, but the master of the Hall of Punishment, the 12th Grand Supreme of the Hall of Divine Martial Arts, and holds a high and powerful position.
Who dares to kill him?
"Chen Ling doesn't really dare to take action, does he?"
"Probably not. Unless he is crazy, Mr. King Xing is the master of the Xing Palace and one of the twelve grand masters of the Shenwu Palace. Even the other grand masters will not do anything inappropriate to Qin Yuan."
"It looks better now. Hehe, Chen Ling is so grand just to teach Qin Yuan a lesson?"
"Humph, teach Qin Yuan a lesson? Do you dare?"
Everyone was talking a lot and looking at the two of them as if they were watching a show.
The temple has not been so lively for a long time.
Chen Ling suddenly raised his head and glanced in all directions.
There was such a big movement, but no high-level officials from the temple showed up.
Is this foreshadowing something?
"What about the son of the Holy King? What about the son of the Master of the Palace of Punishment? What about the Twelve Supreme Beings?"
"Those who kill will always be killed."
"die."
A cold voice, without any emotion, suddenly came out word by word from Chen Ling's mouth.
Between heaven and earth, murderous intent suddenly arises.
Born to kill, the will of heaven and earth, under Chen Ling's control, actually gave rise to murderous intent.
Damn it.
boom!
The monstrous will descended and merged with Chen Ling's murderous intention, turning into a giant sword hundreds of feet high, shining with golden light and shaking the sky.
The violent force set off an overwhelming wave.
Kaka!
The space ruptured, and the golden giant sword was like a killing sword that judged the world.
"No, it can't be?"
A great sage with a dull expression on his face swallowed hard and spit.
"This guy is crazy, crazy."
"Holy shit."
All the warriors were completely confused.
No one could have imagined that Chen Ling would really dare to take action.
With that earth-shattering murderous intention, even a fool knew that Chen Ling was serious.
Qin Yuan's eyes widened, and a terrifying murderous intention enveloped him.
His whole body was trembling, and heavy cold sweat was dripping from his face. He couldn't even utter a word, his chest was suffocating, and his throat was blocked by debris.
boom!
The golden giant sword struck Qin Yuan in the air.
Click!
A hundred-foot crack was cut into the sky.
"No……"
Qin Yuan closed his eyes in fear and screamed miserably.
"Chen Ling, that's enough."
Between heaven and earth, a loud bell-like sound suddenly sounded.
Everyone's will trembled violently and their faces turned pale.
The golden giant sword disappeared without a trace in the moment it slashed towards Qin Yuan.
The world is calm, and the killing intent that was so strong that it overwhelmed the sky a moment ago seems to have never appeared at this moment.
Chen Ling's body trembled, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"The King of Punishers has taken action."
"If things get serious and my own son is going to be killed, how can King Xing not take action?"
"I just don't know what will happen to Chen Ling?"
Chen Ling slowly wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked up at the sky: "That's enough? I thought you wouldn't take action. It seems you still care about your son."
"Holy crap, does Chen Ling really want to die?"
Facing a strong Saint King, no one could have imagined that Chen Ling would make such an arrogant statement.
If it had been anyone else, they would have been scared to death.
The sky is silent.
"Chen Ling, enough is enough."
The devastated Qin Yuan suddenly woke up at this moment, glared at Chen Ling ferociously and roared: "Father, he wants to kill me, he wants to kill me, you have to pay me for it."
"Kill him."
"waste."
A cold shout was like rolling thunder exploding the sky.
Bang!
Qin Yuanru was hit hard, and his whole body was sprayed with blood like a cannonball, which was shot into a mountain peak.
Click!
The mountain peak exploded into pieces, and Qin Yuan lay miserably among the fragments, covered in blood, his body twitching constantly, and blood gurgling from his mouth.
Everyone was completely stunned.
There seems to be something wrong with the way things are going.
Why did King Xing attack his son?
And he strikes with thunderous fury without mercy?
Seeing Qin Yuan's miserable appearance, everyone felt chills all over.
Seeing this scene, Chen Ling looked surprised.
This king of punishment is really ruthless.
However, he also saw something.
It is true that Qin Yuan is the son of King Xing, but both his talent and performance dissatisfy the King Xing.
Otherwise, he would not have allowed himself to teach Qin Yuan a lesson for a long time, and then finally take action when he really wanted to kill him.
That murderous intention is real.
But his purpose was not to kill Qin Yuan. He had anticipated this scene before taking action.
Glancing at Qin Yuan who looked like a dead dog, Chen Ling knew that from now on, Qin Yuan would never threaten him again.
"Let's leave this matter alone and come up."
King Xing's voice sounded again.
At the same time, a staircase suddenly spread out from the depths of the sky, extending straight to Chen Ling.
Chen Ling was stunned for a moment, then thoughtfully, slowly stepped onto the stairs and walked deep into the void.
Until Chen Ling disappeared into the void along the stairs, dozens of temple disciples were still confused.
What is Chen Ling's background?
This is what everyone is thinking.
Dongzhou?
Do you believe it?
Only a fool would believe it.
…
The depths of nothingness.
Chen Ling saw twelve chairs and twelve warriors.
Twelve people all looked at him.
The breath is void, like a black hole in the abyss.
The invisible oppression suffocated him and made him look pale.
Twelve Holy Kings, Shenwu Palace, and Twelve Grand Supreme Beings.
One of them was wearing a red robe, with thick raised eyebrows and a rough face, giving people an extremely brutal and overbearing look of terrifying oppression.
Chen Ling guessed that this person was probably the King of Punishment.
"Chen Ling, pay homage to your Majesty."
He bowed slightly and saluted.
Even though he was calming down, his legs were shaking slightly at this moment.
"You are quite courageous. In the thousands of years since the establishment of Shenwu Palace, you are the first disciple who dares to be so arrogant." A middle-aged man in green clothes stared at Chen Ling with a sneer.
The voice was cold, like an invisible sword, piercing his will, causing a layer of cold sweat to suddenly form on Chen Ling's back.
"What a murderous intention, little guy, are you demonstrating against us?"
King You looked at Chen Ling with a smile and said.
"I don't dare." Chen Ling said in a trembling voice with trembling lips.
"hehe."
King You glanced at King Xing with a sly smile on his face.
"Although Qin Yuan is my son, he is too incompetent. It is a good thing to be polished by someone." King Xing had a faint smile on his face, but his voice was like a spring breeze, which was very inconsistent with his savage and rough face.
As soon as these words came out, Chen Ling felt bitter.
This king of punishment is really impeccable in his speech.
It is a disaster rather than a blessing that Qin Yuan has such an old man who is also a Saint King.
At this moment, his goal has been achieved, and he can only obey fate and fulfill people's wishes. (To be continued)