Peerless God Emperor

His body was still as straight as before, but his thin figure was as steady and tall as a mountain. His expression was calm and unperturbed, and as his white robes fluttered about, it revealed a peerless elegance.    

Zhuo Le's powerful attack that he unleashed with all his might actually did not manage to knock him flying. Even his body did not move at all.    

Qin Xuan slowly lowered his head, looked at Zhuo Le's pair of eyes that were filled with puzzlement, and said with a disdainful smile: "Is this your strength, too weak."    

A terrifying aura burst out from Qin Xuan's body. It was as if Qin Xuan's arm had turned into a dragon's claw, which was covered in layers of lightning dragon scales. In an instant, it smashed onto Zhuo Le's body, and a berserk destructive aura entered his body, wanting to destroy everything.    

Zhuo Le's expression changed, she wanted to retreat, but she was too late.    

An incomparably heavy fist smashed into his body. An unimaginable pain spread throughout his entire body, stimulating his soul. The pain was so great that it was hard to suffocate.    

With a hong sound, Zhuo Le's body was sent flying, but when Qin Xuan grabbed forward, it was as if an illusionary palm had condensed and grabbed onto Zhuo Le's body.    

"What are you doing!" Zhuo Le felt his body being forcefully pulled back by an invisible force, and with anger and shame filling his heart, he shouted at Qin Xuan.    

Qin Xuan looked at Zhuo Le, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as he spoke slowly: "If it's just sending you flying, then it would be too boring. Since we're competing with each other, using some other method would naturally not be excessive, right?"    

"Bam!"    

Qin Xuan struck out with his fist once again, the power behind it was even more ruthless than before. His fist seemed to have turned into a thunderstorm, the lightning glow around it raged and contained a destructive aura, as though it was going to destroy everything.    

At this time, Qin Xuan's body was comparable to a real dragon race. After this punch, even a person in the Third Level of Origin King Stage Realm would be injured.    

And Zhuo Le's current realm was only at the first level of the Elemental King Stage, so how could he block it?    

The crowd only saw Zhuo Le's body flying out again and again, and was then caught by Qin Xuan, repeating this process nonstop, causing their hearts to palpitate and their bodies to become numb.    

Qin Xuan was too violent and cruel, he did not care about the other party's identity at all and tightly suppressed Zhuo Le, not giving him a single chance to catch his breath.    

This was not a evenly matched battle at all, it was a massacre, a crushing defeat!    

Before this, everyone was still guessing just how long Qin Xuan could persevere in the hands of Zhuo Le. Now that they thought about it, they felt that it was really laughable.    

Does Qin Xuan need to persevere?    

Right now, the biggest question was whether Zhuo Le could leave this place alive.    

No one forgot that Qin Xuan had previously initiated a life and death battle with Zhuo Le, and Zhuo Le had happily accepted it as well.    

Looking at Qin Xuan's current incomparably berserk state, it seemed as if he did not have any plans to stop at all, as though he would not rest until he had tortured Zhuo Le to death.    

Zhuo Le is a disciple of the Divine Palace, his status in the Sabre Sword Palace is only second to the Holy Son, yet he doesn't even have the chance to retaliate in the hands of Qin Xuan.    

Not many people had ever seen a disciple of the Divine Palace being slaughtered like this.    

If the big shots of the Sabre Sword Palace knew about this, who knows what kind of thoughts they would have? They would probably want to kill Qin Xuan.    

It was only now that everyone finally understood why Qin Xuan said all those words to them before the battle.    

But Zhuo Le bullied his friend, he took action for his friend, to seek justice for him, what wrong was that?    

Zhuo Le's skills were not as good as others, even if it was the Sabre Sword Palace s, they would not be able to put pressure on Qin Xuan in public. If their disciple was defeated by him, would they still take revenge on him?    

People would probably think that a dignified Sabre Sword Palace like him would not be able to afford to lose and would even be criticized by others.    

At this time, Zhuo Le's eyes were already closed, his entire body was a mess, his hair was disheveled, his body was like a sandbag being casually struck by Qin Xuan, he did not have any strength to retaliate.    

Just watching from afar caused their scalps to go numb. Their hearts silently sweated for Zhuo Le, whether they could survive or not was something they could say.    

As the smoke and dust dissipated, the gazes of the crowd involuntarily narrowed. At that location, a human shaped crater had appeared, giving people an extremely shocking feeling.    

This huge crater, was naturally created when Zhuo Le's body smashed into the ground. The moment everyone saw the huge crater, their hearts involuntarily trembled, and they did not know if Zhuo Le was still alive.    

Qin Xuan was really ruthless, not leaving a single bit of face.    

It was likely that Zhuo Le had never thought that there would come a day where he would be humiliated and toyed with as he pleased.    

"Well done." Xuanyuan Potian bellowed, he did not hide anything, he directly went to Qin Xuan's side and frowned, that guy is still alive?    

To be able to withstand Qin Xuan's ferocious attack and not die, his body was strong enough, as expected of the top disciple of the Temple forces.    

Xuanyuan Potian's gaze turned cold and he stepped forward. At this time, Qin Xuan's voice sounded out, "Leave him to the sword, so that he can live forever in the nightmare of being avenged."    

After Xuanyuan Potian heard this, his face immediately revealed a strange expression, this guy was really fierce, Zhuo Le's future days would not be good.    

Moreover, after being enraged by Qin Xuan's words, Zhuo Le's heart had already left a deep impression that he might not be able to walk out of it in the future.    

When the crowd heard Qin Xuan and Xuanyuan Potian's conversation, they were all shocked, completely shocked by Qin Xuan's ruthless methods.    

He could have killed Zhuo Le, but he did not, because he wanted to leave Zhuo Le's life to the sword.    

This enmity was between the sword and Zhuo Le, it was natural for the sword to end it, the reason why he made a move this time, was just to teach Zhuo Le a lesson.    

From Qin Xuan's actions, it could be seen how confident Qin Xuan was. He had absolute faith in the sword, and that the sword would be able to take revenge and take Zhuo Le's life.    

There was no doubt that Qin Xuan's name would be known by countless people after this battle.    

After violently beating up Sabre Sword Palace's top disciples, there were many things that no one dared to do, but he had done.    

Although there were many people who were dissatisfied with the disciples of the Divine Palace, they could only fantasize in their hearts. However, Qin Xuan did not hold back and even put it into action;    

"Although Qin Xuan has peerless talent and has unparalleled talent, Zhuo Le is, after all, at the peak of the Origin King Stage. Once the Peak Rankers are out of the Cloud Mountain Range, their powers would not be something that they can compare to now. At that time, even if Qin Xuan's Inherent Skill was any stronger, how could he contend against it? " Someone suddenly said, his heart couldn't help but be worried for Qin Xuan.    

"Don't forget, Qin Xuan still has one more royal weapon treasured sword that he hasn't used." One of them spoke out, causing the expressions of the crowd to freeze.    

They seemed to have forgotten that Qin Xuan still had a royal weapon Sword in his body that could be used to raise his strength.    

They still vividly remembered the scene of Qin Xuan defeating a heaven chosen of the Ninth Level of Origin King Stage with his royal weapon, but they did not take it to heart at the time. Now that they had truly witnessed Qin Xuan's glory, they knew just how terrifying the talent of this white-clothed youth was.    

It was not an exaggeration to say that if Qin Xuan wanted to join the Temple forces, he would most likely succeed.    

Fighting on the same level was nearly invincible, and even Divine Palace disciples were no exception. This was not something that an ordinary person could do.    

At this time, Mu Hai and the others came over to Qin Xuan's side. Mu Hai asked in a low voice: "Young Master Qin, do you still want a title?"    

They had originally come for the Title Wall, but did not expect such a thing to happen. Now that the situation was extremely serious, if they did not leave as soon as possible, once the other disciples of the Sabre Sword Palace arrived, they would be in deep trouble.    

As if he knew the worry in Mu Hai's heart, Qin Xuan carelessly waved his hand and said, "Of course we need the title. We'll go right now."    

Mu Hai and the few people around him were stunned, they looked at Qin Xuan in astonishment, only to see Qin Xuan's indifferent face, as though nothing had happened. Their mouths could not help but form a bitter smile.    

The eldest was still the oldest, he was not afraid in the face of danger.    

Qin Xuan did not say that they would like to leave, so of course they did not dare to leave, and so the seven of them braced themselves and walked towards the Title Wall, their hearts bleeding.    

Everyone was looking at them, they could not escape even if they wanted to. Once Zhuo Le wanted to take revenge, he would probably drag them along with him.    

Thinking of this, they couldn't help but look up into the sky and let out a long sigh. There was no helping it, they had to face such a monstrous boss.    

"Why? It seems like you guys aren't very willing to be given the title?" A lazy voice came from behind them. Mu Hai and the others immediately staggered and almost fell to the ground.    

Mu Hai turned around and smiled at Qin Xuan while he trembled: "Boss, what are you saying, we have been looking forward to the Title Wall for a long time. We relied on boss's protection to come to this place, how could we miss such a great opportunity."    

"Mm, it's for the best if you can think like this." Qin Xuan smiled and nodded, as if he was very satisfied.    

The others all looked at Mu Hai with eyes filled with worship. No wonder they were pleased, they couldn't compare to him.    

When the crowd saw this scene, the corners of their mouths could not help but twitch. Qin Xuan was actually the boss of this group of people.    

"The Saint Child of the Tian Luo Palace, Mu Hai, is actually among them." It was unknown who shouted out from the crowd, but immediately, the gazes of many people were attracted to Mu Hai.    

"It's really Mu Hai!" Many people recognized Mu Hai at a glance, and their eyes flashed with shock.    

Previously, they had always been focusing on Qin Xuan, so they did not notice the person behind Qin Xuan at all. They never thought that the Holy Son of the Tian Luo Palace was actually one of Qin Xuan's subordinates.    

The Tian Luo Palace was not weak, and as the Holy Son of the Tian Luo Palace, Mu Hai's strength could not be underestimated.    

But at this moment, the vast majority of the people were not shocked. After seeing Qin Xuan's power, they felt that this was normal.    

With the help of a powerful saint child from the Hall Level, it would be able to show that Qin Xuan was not ordinary.