Chapter 5 of 10
Chapter 5
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When the others saw this strike, except for Qin Yuechi, their eyes all flickered with surprise.
This strike was fierce and powerful, indeed showing some skill, making one's heart chill.
However, Lady Zhao was still not satisfied. She felt that the guard's target was too conservative, and it should not have just aimed at Qin Chen's arm but rather his head.
Even so, everyone seemed to see the image of Qin Chen covered in blood, begging for mercy in pain.
But—
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The expected scene did not happen. In an instant, three cold rays of light burst from the long sword in Qin Chen's hand, followed by the sound of metal clashing.
The guard had not yet realized what had happened when he felt a blur before his eyes, a tingling in his palm, and his sword handle shaking violently, almost slipping from his grasp.
He hurriedly channeled his yuan qi to firmly grip the sword.
Just as he was about to counterattack—
In the next moment, a long sword, gleaming with cold light, was already pressed against his throat.
The cold sensation, like the scythe of death, controlled his life, making him shiver and his scalp tingle, as if in a nightmare, his body stiff and motionless.
In an instant.
All the people around widened their eyes, almost unable to believe what they saw.
If the previous guard had been caught off guard, allowing Qin Chen to succeed, then this guard had already used his full strength, yet the result was still shocking.
Even the guard himself could not understand how Qin Chen, at the initial Human Rank, could block his Dragon's Breath, withstand his late Human Rank cultivation, and even gain the upper hand.
"This little brat, actually..." Lady Zhao's eyes turned cold, and she exclaimed in shock, "Qin Chen, you have a lot of nerve. Put down the sword."
She glared fiercely, looking majestic, still maintaining the authority of the matriarch of the Qin family.
"Put it down?" Qin Chen smiled.
A cold and fierce light flashed in his eyes as he pressed the long sword down and then pulled it.
"Master Chen, don't—"
The guard, seeing this, felt a chill and hurriedly begged for mercy, but it was too late.
Pfft!
A gush of hot blood spurted from his neck, splattering the ground.
The body fell to the ground, lifeless.
"Want to kill me and expect me to spare you?!"
Qin Chen's face remained smiling, but it made everyone feel a chill, as if he were a demon.
For a moment, the entire Qin Manor was silent.
"Still you!" Qin Chen turned to Zhao Qirui, his eyes narrowing like a wolf staring at its prey, and said coldly, "If you dare to have designs on my mother again, be careful, I might not be able to control myself and kill you."
Zhao Qirui's face immediately showed anger, but seeing Qin Chen's eyes, a chill rose from his feet, his face turned pale, and he could not speak.
He looked at Lady Zhao and said coldly, "Lady Zhao, is this what you call a discussion?"
Lady Zhao hurriedly explained, "Prince Qi, there's a misunderstanding. Please let me explain."
Then she glared at Qin Chen, trembling with anger, her hairpin shaking, and pointed at him, "Good, good, little brat, you have the nerve to even threaten Prince Qi..."
Her eyes were as venomous as a snake, and she suddenly turned her head.
Outside, many servants who had heard the commotion and rushed over shrank back, quietly stepping back a few steps.
Finally, her gaze fell on an old man who had been following her, and she said with venom, "Qin Yong, what are you waiting for? Take this little brat down for me!"
"Yes, Lady."
The old man named Qin Yong responded and stepped out from the crowd.
He wore a dark blue robe, his hands hidden in the wide sleeves, his eyes cold and slightly sinister, and he had been watching the situation in the room coldly without any change in expression.
Only when he stepped out did everyone's attention turn to him.
Everyone's pupils contracted, including Qin Chen's.
From this person, he felt an extremely dangerous aura.
"Earth Rank expert," Qin Chen said to himself, his eyes colder than ever.
"Master Chen, you've gone too far. The old servant doesn't want to fight with you. Master Chen should surrender and obediently accept the Lady's punishment," Qin Yong said calmly, his emotionless eyes coldly staring at Qin Chen.
Qin Chen's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled coldly, "Want me to surrender? Let's see if you have the ability."
An Earth Rank expert, if he fought to the death, he was not without the strength to resist.
Qin Yong frowned and said, "Since that's the case, the old servant will have to overstep."
As he spoke, Qin Yong's body moved like an eagle, instantly pouncing. In an instant, a terrifying force swept through the entire room, and Qin Yong's hands, shaped like claws, grabbed at Qin Chen.
This strike was several times stronger than the previous two guards, the intense aura making Qin Chen's breathing difficult and his bones creaking.
"Qin Yong, try touching my son."
Qin Yuechi, who had been closely watching her son, suddenly rushed out and stood in front of Qin Chen.
Qin Chen's figure flickered, and he held his sword, placing Qin Yuechi behind him.
His eyes were cold, ready to burst into action the moment Qin Yong's claws landed. Although an Earth Rank expert was strong, he was confident that he could kill Qin Yong in one move when he was hit.
As Qin Yong's claws were just a few feet away from him—
At that moment, a loud voice suddenly came from outside, making everyone's eardrums hurt, "Stop!"
A middle-aged man, dressed in a brocade robe, wearing purple cloud boots, and with a golden dragon belt around his waist, walked into the room with a majestic gait.
Qin Yong's claws stopped just a foot above Qin Chen's head, and he quickly stepped aside, bowing respectfully.
"Lord Marquis!"
Everyone in the room bowed and respectfully greeted him.
The man was Qin Chen's uncle, Marquis Anping Qin Yuanhong.
Lady Zhao hurried to Qin Yuanhong's side and said angrily, "Lord Marquis, you came just in time. This little brat has gone wild today, not only killing two guards but also threatening Prince Qi. If we don't enforce the family rules today, some people will think they can do anything."
"Enough," Qin Yuanhong coldly shouted, his face dark, "Do you think the commotion is not enough?"
"What?" Lady Zhao was stunned, her eyes wide, staring at Qin Yuanhong, "Lord Marquis, it's not me causing trouble, it's this little brat—"
Qin Yuanhong roared, "Shut up, little brat, little brat, is this the dignity of the matriarch of the Qin family? He is your nephew. If he is a little brat, what are we Qin family?"
Lady Zhao's face turned red, and she trembled with anger, wanting to argue, but seeing Qin Yuanhong's dark, water-like face, she swallowed her words.
The other servants, seeing the lord's anger, all knelt on the ground, their faces pale, and they were as silent as cicadas in winter.
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