Chapter 866: Can You Make It?

Not worth a single blow!

Hearing Qin Chen’s words, the faces of Zheeng Chuan and other White Robed Disciples froze on the spot.

At this moment, it was no longer a duel between Qin Chen and Ming Yuankai.

Rather, it was a duel between Qin Chen and the entire White Robe Peak, all the White Robed Disciples.

Thus, Ming Yuankai’s crushing defeat was undoubtedly a devastating blow to White Robe Peak.

Subsequently, Qin Chen directly tore off Ming Yuankai’s Sky Saber Token.

On his Sky Saber Token, there was a qualification to enter the Heavenly Blade Cave Mansion.

Qin Chen rudely transferred this qualification to his own Sky Saber Token.

Then, he tossed the Sky Saber Token back to Ming Yuankai.

"You haven’t bullied my brothers."

"So, I’ll spare you."

"The qualification to enter the Heavenly Blade Cave Mansion is the price you pay for losing," Qin Chen said.

Ming Yuankai’s face turned extremely gloomy, yet he couldn’t resist.

The qualification to enter the Heavenly Blade Cave Mansion!

Such a precious opportunity.

Now forcibly taken by Qin Chen, naturally, his heart was full of resentment.

But he did not dare to say more.

Once defeated, there’s no right to speak.

Subsequently, Qin Chen’s eyes turned to the other White Robed Disciples.

"I’ll go!!!"

At this moment, a voice rang out.

It was Zheeng Chuan.

He walked directly in front of Qin Chen.

Originally planning to use Ming Yuankai to humiliate Qin Chen.

But unexpectedly, Ming Yuankai was crushed by Qin Chen.

So, he decided to take action himself.

The way Little Strange had humiliated him before, he would avenge it on Qin Chen today.

"Among all our White Robed Disciples, Zheeng Chuan ranks about average in strength."

"Although there’s a considerable gap with the top White Robed Disciples."

"He is by no means comparable to the likes of Ming Yuankai."

"Thus, this useless Saint Heir, although he crushed Ming Yuankai, will surely fall to Zheeng Chuan."

Many White Robed Disciples discussed among themselves.

They were optimistic about Zheeng Chuan.

Qin Chen looked at Zheeng Chuan.

Then, he casually said a sentence.

"You’re coming?"

"Are you sure you can handle it?!!"

Arrogance!!!

Upon hearing Qin Chen’s words, many White Robed Disciples cursed in their hearts.

As for Zheeng Chuan, his expression shifted slightly, then a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"Whether I can handle it or not, under my fist, it will be naturally revealed!!!"

Zheeng Chuan finished speaking.

On his fist, an extremely fierce Saber Force suddenly circulated.

"Zheeng Chuan is exceedingly skilled in using bare fists as blades, called... Sword Fist. Although it’s a fist, it’s sharper than steel blades."

"With one punch, this useless Saint Heir’s fist might get blasted apart."

Seeing Zheeng Chuan’s fist, some White Robed Disciples commented.

However, at this moment.

Boom!!!

An overwhelming Demonic Intent exploded out instantly.

Causing many White Robed Disciples’ pupils to contract instantly.

Immediately following, a crimson Demon Blade without a blade tip suddenly descended.

"A demon! What a demonic blade!!"

"The useless Saint Heir’s blade is actually the hardest to control Demon Blade!!!"

Seeing the Bloodthirsty Demon Blade in Qin Chen’s hand, exclamations of shock erupted all across White Robe Peak.

Zheeng Chuan’s gaze tightened.

The Demon Blade, hardest to control.

Yet precisely because of this, once under control, it becomes utterly terrifying.

Immediately following, Qin Chen’s Three Great Blade Intent burst out forcefully.

The Bloodthirsty Demon Blade descended straight down, landing above Zheeng Chuan’s head.

At that moment, cold sweat rolled down Zheeng Chuan’s forehead.

"Do you still think you can handle it now?!!!"

Qin Chen’s gaze was extremely cold, even with a trace of Demon Intent in his eyes.

All the White Robed Disciples were utterly shaken.

"The three types of Three Blade Intent!"

"All at the Third Level Perfection Realm!!!"

"And the saber in his control is a Demon Blade!!!"

"This... this..."

Sensation! Madness!

At that moment, the earth-shattering sensation instantly resounded on White Robe Peak.

All the White Robed Disciples were shocked.

Even Ning He at this moment was frozen in gaze.

Comprehending the three types of Blade Intent was itself an incredibly challenging feat.

But comprehending the three types of Blade Intent wasn’t the hardest part.

The greater challenge was cultivating all three Blade Intents simultaneously.

And Qin Chen, all three Blade Intents were at the Third Level Perfection Realm.

Moreover, the blade in Qin Chen’s control was a Demon Blade!

It was simply terrifying.

The more you understand the blade, the more horrifying it becomes.

Within the Heavenly Blade Saint Sect, all are Sword Cultivators.

Thus, they were so shaken.

"Little brother is really amazing!"

"Even elder sister hasn’t simultaneously comprehended the three types of Blade Intent, let alone cultivated all three!"

Although Ouyang Panxia was young, she knew no less than anyone else.

"It seems, making him the Saint Heir of the Heavenly Blade Saint Sect was not a random decision."

"He carries the potential to become a peerless Sword Cultivator."

"Only, it might have been a bit early," Ouyang Panxue murmured.

Regarding Qin Chen as this gifted Saint Heir.

Although Ouyang Panxue didn’t voice it, she indeed held doubts in her heart.

But at this moment.

Ouyang Panxue suddenly understood, and all her doubts were instantly dispelled.

"What’s there that can’t be handled?!"

Zheeng Chuan was pressed by Qin Chen’s Bloodthirsty Demon Blade above his head, sweat pouring down his forehead.

But naturally, he couldn’t admit defeat at this moment.

He gritted his teeth hard, then swung his Sword Fist.

Fiercely, directly blasting towards Qin Chen.

"You bullied my brother, breaking two of your fingers isn’t too much, is it?!"

Facing Zheeng Chuan’s fierce Sword Fist.

Qin Chen’s gaze remained ice-cold to the extreme.

A few days ago, Zheeng Chuan had severely bullied Chu Xun and others.

Today, Qin Chen would reclaim it with Zheeng Chuan’s two fingers!!!

With those words, the blade fell.

Swift, rapid.

Clip—

Soon after, something hit the ground.

Two, blood-dripping fingers.

Ah!!!

In that instant, a heart-wrenching scream erupted.

It naturally came from Zheeng Chuan’s mouth.

At this moment, veins bulging on his neck, clutching his now three-fingered right hand, his whole face filled with agony.

But on White Robe Peak, there was shock everywhere.

Defeated!

Still with one move!

With one move, Zheeng Chuan was defeated!!!

Additionally, two of Zheeng Chuan’s fingers were severed.

Zheeng Chuan was different from others.

His weapon was his hands.

Now, having lost two fingers, for him, it was as bad as losing an arm.

Yet, even after severing two fingers, Qin Chen didn’t spare Zheeng Chuan lightly.

But instead, placed the Bloodthirsty Demon Blade right against Zheeng Chuan’s neck, demonic qi surging, Qin Chen growled in a low voice, "Kneel, apologize to my brother!!!"