Volume 2 Whose Era Chapter 67 Arrogance!
She Qing was shocked. He didn't understand why Zuo Han, the high-ranking senior brother who inherited the throne, would show weakness to Jiang Yu, who was recognized as the worst among the disciples of the inheritance.
Could it be that Jiang Yu had caught some evidence against Zuo Han?
Zhou Shuwu didn't understand why Jiang Yu, who was called the shame of the sword lineage, dared to press Zuo Han step by step and make Zuo Han show weakness. He only held the broken sword in his hand, frowned, and slowly stood up.
"What a prestige you have as a disciple of a successor sect. Until now, you still care about your pitiful face."
Wang Chen smiled, and this smile looked extremely cold in Zuo Han's eyes.
Watching Wang Chen getting closer, he even had the urge to turn around and run for his life.
"Kneel down!" Wang Chen suddenly shouted.
Like a bolt from the blue.
This voice seemed to contain overwhelming pressure, like an emperor's sword that was clumsy and dull, but contained tremendous power, striking everyone's heart with a loud bang.
At this moment, the consciousness of all the inner disciples, including Zhou Shuwu, was briefly blank.
It was as if Wang Chen was the emperor looking down on all living beings, and they were not , but just loyal subjects. When the emperor's terrifying pressure fell, their hearts could not help but tremble.
The inner disciples were unable to withstand Wang Chen's pressure and fell to their knees.
"Jiang Yu, you're going too far." Zuo Han gritted his teeth and insisted, his white robe fluttering. He wanted to burst out all his true strength, but was suppressed by the invisible pressure.
This is the difference in combat power, true strength and even sword intent.
If the Qiankun Sword Technique he practiced reached the level of a soldier, then Wang Chen's sword intent was that of an emperor.
Only at this moment did Zuo Han realize how big the gap between him and Wang Chen was.
This cannot be measured by one more Nirvana.
"Nonsense, kneel down!"
Wang Chen snorted coldly, and this time the pressure enveloped Zuo Han alone.
"This... this is..." Zuo Han's eyes suddenly widened.
His eyes were filled with a sea of blood and corpses, and Wang Chen stood above them like a mad Asura god.
Shura stretched out his hand, and red mist rose from his hand, as if what he held in his hands was his life.
Plop.
Zuo Han couldn't bear it any longer. He fell to the ground with his knees and forehead touching the ground, like the most devout believer, prostrating himself.
Deathly silence.
The inner sect disciples were filled with shock and fear.
People who practice Taoism kneel before heaven and earth, kneel before their teachers, but I have never seen anyone kneel before their peers. Otherwise, they lack the unyielding heart of Taoism and rarely make any progress.
If this scene were to get out, Zuo Han would never be able to continue to be a disciple.
She Qing looked at Zuo Han, who was kneeling on the ground, with a confused look on his face. He didn't even dare to think about what had happened.
Zhou Shuwu raised his head and looked at Wang Chen who was acting as if nothing had happened in front of him. His gaze then fell on Zuo Han who was kneeling on the ground. He was stunned and his expression changed several times in an instant.
But Wang Chen seemed to have done something insignificant.
It’s okay for the inner disciples.
Zuo Han was only at the fifth level of Nirvana.
Not to mention that he had already experienced Nirvana six times, even when he had experienced Nirvana five times, he could already kill Kong Ling who had experienced Nirvana seven times.
In other words, in his eyes, Zuo Han was just an ant.
"Do you understand?"
Wang Chen walked up to Zuo Han, looked down at Zuo Han, who was originally enjoying the halo of a disciple inherited from the Qiankun Sword Sect, and asked inexplicably.
At this moment, Zuo Han no longer had the image of the genius who could break the sword energy with one finger, kill Zhou Shuwu with a wave of his hand, and even wanted to suppress a sword lineage.
"I…I understand."
Zuo Han was filled with endless humiliation, but he could do nothing about it.
Saying these three words was like using up all his strength.
"What do you understand?"
Wang Chen asked again.
There was a brief silence, and even the inner disciples who were kneeling on the ground began to sympathize with Zuo Han.
If this situation happened to me, there would be no problem at all, because I am an inner sect disciple and it is not shameful to be oppressed by my senior brother who inherited the tradition.
However, Zuo Han and Jiang Yu were both disciples of the same inheritance, but they were being pressed without leaving any face. This was totally unacceptable.
These evil young men couldn't help but wonder in their minds how they would be able to withstand such relentless pursuit, ruthless killing, and extremely humiliating questioning if they were to switch places with Zuo Han.
"You... are very strong." Zuo Han's voice became hoarse because of humiliation.
"You don't understand." Wang Chen said nonchalantly.
After a pause, he spoke.
"I'm just telling you what real arrogance is."
Wang Chen spoke calmly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.
Zuo Han's body trembled slightly, his face suddenly turned red, and veins on his hands bulged. 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 after the fifth Nirvana.
After saying this, Wang Chen opened his five fingers and raised them up to the sky.
In mid-air, the energy was pulled and the air was twisted.
He clenched his fingers suddenly.
clang!
Countless air swords suddenly descended from the sky.
Instantly fell into a kneeling crowd.
A muffled groan was heard.
Suddenly everyone was injured to varying degrees.
A few people screamed out in pain reflexively and wanted to run away, but they stopped themselves.
You set a trap to plot against my disciples and disrespect my senior brothers. I will punish you. Do you accept it?
"I submit, I submit." A group of inner disciples said respectfully without even raising their heads.
"Go ahead."
"Thank you for your teachings, senior brother." 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 truly convinced and had no intention of resisting at all.
Moreover, Wang Chen's attack was very measured. Although there was physical pain, there was no worry of losing limbs.
When they were flying in the air, they saw that Zuo Han's hands and feet were completely stained with blood, as if his limbs had been crippled.
At this moment, he could only lie on the ground in a mess, like a toad.
Could it be that a disciple of the inheritance really died today?
The group of people's faces suddenly turned pale. They didn't dare to think anymore and flew away in a hurry.
"Are you convinced?" Wang Chen said again, looking down at Zuo Han.
A moment’s silence.
“I give up.” Zuo Han’s limbs were already stained with blood. He seemed to have lost all his strength and just lay there like a dead dog.
Wang Chen didn't say much, turned around and looked 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 and you address me by my name. I will punish you to face the wall in the Thunder Cave for three days. Do you accept this?"
The cultivation world places the most importance on seniority rules.
Zhou Shuwu stared at Wang Chen blankly for a long while, and then his eyes suddenly turned red.
"Yes...Big Brother."
God knows how many times he has dreamed of those days.
How long had it been since he called out this name that he had called out countless times in his dreams?
When he turned around, his face was already in tears.
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.
"If you don't remove the roots of the grass, it will grow again in the spring breeze. This is not like you, Wang Chen." Xiao Yaopiao shook his head in front of him.
He was actually blaming Wang Chen for not killing Zuo Han.
"Where did you, little kid, learn such ruthless methods of cutting the weeds completely?" Wang Chen reached out his hand and pretended to push Xiaoyao aside, but obviously failed.
If they were outside the Qiankun Sword Sect, he would have killed the blind Zuo Han with a single sword strike.
However, the conditions for killing people to silence them are not met here. As one of the top ten sects, the Qiankun Sword Sect has three great cultivators in the late foundation building stage.
Before a great cultivator lays his foundation, he is an unrivaled genius who has achieved Nirvana nine times.
He was not so arrogant as to kill his fellow disciples and inherit the sect's teachings right under the noses of the great masters in the Qiankun Sword Sect.
Then why did you severely injure this disciple? Wouldn't that cause trouble as well?
"In a sect, injuries are unavoidable during a martial arts competition. As long as no one dies, the winner will be more valued. I think Zuo Han must have swallowed his anger and dared not tell anyone."
Wang Chen was confident.
"Wang Chen, you are so despicable." Xiao Yao praised sincerely.
…
Although he understood that words like mean, obscene, and vulgar were the highest compliments in Xiaoyao's mind, but considering Xiaoyao's values, Wang Chen just couldn't be happy.
