She Qing was shocked. He didn't understand why Zuo Han, the superior inheritance brother, would show weakness to Jiang Yu, who was recognized as the worst among the inheritance disciples.
Could it be that Jiang Yu caught something against Zuo Han?
Zhou Shuwu didn't even understand why Jiang Yu, who was called the disgrace of the sword vein, dared to press Zuo Han step by step, making Zuo Han show weakness. He only held the broken sword in his hand, frowned, and slowly stood up.
"What a sect that inherits the majesty of its disciples, but until now, you still care about your pitiful little face."
Wang Chen smiled and said, this smile was extremely cold in Zuo Han's eyes.
Seeing Wang Chen getting closer and closer, he even had the urge to turn his life around and run away.
"Kneel down!" Wang Chen suddenly shouted.
Like thunder on the ground.
This voice seemed to contain overwhelming coercion, like an emperor's sword that was clumsy but not sharp, but contained overwhelming power, striking the hearts of everyone.
At this moment, a group of inner disciples, including Zhou Shuwu, experienced a brief blank in their consciousness.
It was as if Wang Chen was an emperor overlooking all living beings, and they were not disciples of famous families with a halo at all, but just loyal people. When the emperor's terrifying pressure fell, their hearts could not help but tremble.
The inner disciples were unable to resist Wang Chen's pressure and fell to their knees one after another.
"Jiang Yu, you are going too far." Zuo Han insisted through gritted teeth, wearing a white robe. He wanted to unleash all his true power, but was suppressed by invisible pressure.
This is the difference in combat power, real power and even sword intent.
If the Qiankun Sword Technique he practiced has reached the level of a soldier, then Wang Chen's sword intention is that of an emperor.
Only then did Zuo Han realize how big the gap between him and Wang Chen was.
This cannot be measured by one more nirvana at all.
"Nonsense, kneel down!"
Wang Chen snorted coldly, and this time the pressure enveloped Zuo Han.
His eyes were filled with a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with Wang Chen standing on top of it like a mad Shura god.
Shura stretched out his hand, red mist steaming from his hand, as if what he was holding was his life.
Plop.
Zuo Han couldn't bear it anymore, his knees fell to the ground, his forehead touched the ground, like the most devout believer, he fell to the ground.
Deathly silence.
The hearts of all the inner disciples were filled with turmoil.
Cultivators kneel to heaven and earth, and to their teachers, but they have never seen their peers kneel. Otherwise, they lack the perseverance to move forward and make little progress.
If this scene were to spread, it would be impossible for Zuo Han to become a disciple of the inheritance.
She Qing looked at Zuo Han who was kneeling on the ground with a blank expression. He didn't even dare to think about what happened.
Zhou Shuwu raised his head and looked at Wang Chen who was in front of him as if nothing had happened. His eyes fell on Zuo Han who was kneeling on the ground. He was stunned and his expression changed instantly.
But Wang Chen seemed to have done something trivial.
Just a group of inner disciples.
That Zuo Han is just the cultivation level of the fifth nirvana.
Not to mention that he had achieved Nirvana for the sixth time, even when he had achieved Nirvana for the fifth time, he had already been able to kill Kong Ling, who had achieved Nirvana for the seventh time.
In other words, in his eyes, Zuo Han was nothing more than an ant.
"Do you understand?"
Wang Chen walked up to Zuo Han, looked down at Zuo Han who originally enjoyed the aura of being a disciple of the Qiankun Sword Sect, and asked inexplicably.
At this moment, Zuo Han didn't have the image of a genius who had just broken the sword with one finger, wanted to kill Zhou Shuwu with a wave of his hand, and even wanted to suppress a sword vein.
"Ming...understood."
Zuo Han felt endless humiliation in his heart, but he was helpless.
Saying these three words was like using up all his strength.
"What do you understand?"
Wang Chen asked again.
After a brief silence, even the inner disciples who were kneeling on the ground began to sympathize with Zuo Han.
If this situation were to be directed against oneself, there would be no problem at all, because oneself and others were originally inner disciples, and there would be no shame in being oppressed by the inheritance senior brothers.
However, Zuo Han and Jiang Yu were both disciples of the lineage, yet they were pressed on like this step by step without leaving any trace of face. This was simply unacceptable.
These evil young men couldn't help but wonder in their minds, if they exchanged places with Zuo Han at this moment, how could they endure such humiliating questioning of being chased, beaten, and killed.
"You... are very strong." Zuo Han's voice became hoarse due to humiliation.
"You don't understand." Wang Chen said calmly.
After a pause, he spoke.
"I'm just telling you what true arrogance is."
Wang Chen spoke calmly, as if recounting a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.
Zuo Han's body trembled slightly, his face suddenly turned red, and veins popped out in his hands. This extreme humiliation made him crazy and wanted to die.
However, he did not dare to resist. He understood that Wang Chen really dared to kill him. This was his firm intuition based on his five Nirvana.
After speaking, Wang Chen spread his fingers and raised them high to the sky.
In mid-air, the air machine was pulled, and the air was distorted.
His fingers clenched suddenly.
Zheng!
In the sky, countless qi swords suddenly descended.
He instantly fell into a crowd of kneeling people.
A muffled sound sounded.
Suddenly everyone suffered varying degrees of injuries.
Several people screamed in pain as a reflex and wanted to run away, but they stopped.
If you set up a trap against my disciples and disrespect your senior brother, I will punish you. Do you accept it or not?
"I'm convinced, I'm convinced." A group of inner disciples said respectfully without raising their heads.
"Go ahead."
"Thank you, senior brother, for your teaching." A group of inner disciples led by She Qing said respectfully.
Even Zuo Han had no power to resist in front of Wang Chen. They were really convinced and had no intention of resisting at all.
Moreover, Wang Chen was very measured in his actions. Although he suffered physical pain, he did not have to worry about losing his limbs.
When they were flying in the air, they saw that Zuo Han's hands and feet were all stained red with blood, as if his limbs had been amputated.
At this moment, he could only lie on the ground in a panic, like a toad.
Could it be that a disciple of the lineage really died today?
A group of people's faces suddenly turned pale. They didn't dare to think about it anymore and hurriedly flew away in the air.
"Are you convinced?" Wang Chen said again, looking down at Zuo Han.
A moment of silence.
"I've taken it." Zuo Han's limbs were stained red with blood. He seemed to have lost all his strength and just lay there, like a dead dog.
Wang Chen didn't say much, and turned around to look at Zhou Shuwu, who was still kneeling on the ground.
"Old Four."
Zhou Shuwu was shocked and looked up at Wang Chen.
"You have no respect for your elders. You call your senior brother by his first name. I punish you by going to the Leifa Cave and facing the wall for three days. Do you accept it or not?"
The most important thing in the cultivation world is the rules of seniority.
Zhou Shuwu looked at Wang Chen blankly for a long time, and his eyes suddenly turned red.
"It's... senior brother."
God knows how many times he dreamed back to those years.
How long had it been since he called out this title that he had called countless times in his dreams?
When he turned around, he had tears streaming down his face.
After Zhou Shuwu left, Wang Chen didn't even look at Zuo Han. As if the bloody man lying on the ground didn't exist, he stepped on the flying sword and floated away.
"Cut the grass without eradicating the root, but the spring breeze will blow it and it will grow again. This is not like you, Wang Chen." The small medicine floated in front of his eyes and he shook his head.
He was actually complaining that Wang Chen didn't kill Zuo Han.
"How could a kid learn such ruthless methods of cutting off the roots?" Wang Chen gestured to move the medicine aside, but it obviously failed.
If he were outside the Qiankun Sword Sect, he would have killed the blind Zuo Han with one sword.
However, this place does not have the conditions to kill people and silence them. As one of the ten sects, the Qiankun Sword Sect has three major cultivators in the late stage of foundation building.
Before the great cultivators established the foundation, they were all peerless geniuses who had passed through nirvana nine times.
He is not so arrogant that in the Qiankun Sword Sect, he can kill fellow disciples and disciples in the Qiankun Sword Sect secretly under the eyes of the great cultivators.
Then why did you severely injure this inheritance disciple? Wouldn't it cause trouble in the same way?
"In sects, injuries are inevitable during martial arts competitions. As long as no one is killed, the winner will be more valued. I think Zuo Han is afraid that his teeth will be knocked out and he will have to swallow it in his stomach. He does not dare to speak out.
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Wang Chen is confident.
"Wang Chen, you are so despicable." Xiaoyao praised sincerely.
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Although he understood that words like despicable, vulgar, and obscene were the highest compliments in Xiao Yao's heart, but combined with Xiao Yao's values, Wang Chen couldn't be happy.