"Be careful, Lin Chen!" Zhao Xiaohua cried out in alarm.

At that moment, Zhao Qian struck like a venomous snake, thrusting his treasured sword at Lin Chen.

"Kid, die!"

With a treasured sword in hand and a murderous gleam in his eyes, Zhao Qian was about to pierce Lin Chen.

Feeling the icy Sword Qi stabbing into his marrow from behind, Lin Chen snorted coldly and slightly shifted his body, unbelievably catching the lightning-fast treasured sword between two fingers.

"How is this possible!" Everyone was stunned at this scene.

The swords of the Zhao family were known as the sharpest, able to slice through iron as if it were mud, and with the Zhao family's innate talent for wind attributes, they have stood unshakeable in the martial arts world of China for centuries.

Yet the fearsome Zhao family sword was now caught between two fingers of Lin Chen, an impossibility.

At this moment, Zhao Qian's face showed a look of shock.

His technique, 'Serpent Emerges from the Hole,' was the Zhao family's treasured secret skill, and he had mastered it to completion.

But this move, which should have instantly killed a Martial Artist of the Innate Realm, was now caught between Lin Chen's finger.

What the hell, since when did the Zhao family's treasured skill become so trashy?

His surprise attack had not only failed but had also allowed Lin Chen to grab the treasured sword from his hand, turning Zhao Qian's complexion suddenly ugly.

"Die!" Lin Chen's mouth turned up slightly, and he swept the Thunder Sword horizontally toward his back.

Damn it!

Zhao Qian wanted to retract his sword to defend, but it was as immovable as if clamped by iron pliers.

His complexion drastically changed, and he tried to retreat, only to find his entire body going numb.

Damn it, this sword actually carries the power of thunder.

"No!"

Zhao Qian watched the golden longsword sweeping toward his waist and couldn't help but feel like a dead man walking.

"Pfft!"

Blood sprayed, and Zhao Qian's body was split in two by Lin Chen's direct strike.

Looking at the blood-soaked halves on the ground, everyone was dumbfounded.

The forest was once again subdued by Lin Chen's overwhelming power.

Another move, and he had once again cut Zhao Qian of the eight great forces into two with a single slash.

Everybody looking at Lin Chen, who held the bloody golden longsword, was stunned, knowing that he was severely wounded but had still managed to kill two Innate Realm powerhouses with two simple, brutal slashes.

This guy was simply too strong.

At this moment, Miao Shan looked at the two corpses lying on the ground with a pale face, and his expression was filled with fear.

No matter whether it was Wu Yong or Zhao Qian, their strength was comparable to his own, yet they were extinguished in one fell swoop by Lin Chen, and if he were to make a move, the outcome was already known without asking.

With this thought, Miao Shan lost any intent to fight; in his mind, there was only one thought, and that was to run.

Just then, he shivered suddenly, because he realized that he was being targeted by a chilling gaze.

Damn it!

Miao Shan's face suddenly changed; Lin Chen now seemed like the devil incarnate to him. Thinking of the fates of Wu Yong and Zhao Qian, his soul nearly left his body.

Immediately, he turned to flee, but at that moment, he felt a sudden chill in his left arm, and in the next instant, blood burst forth as his arm detached from his body.

Ahh!!!

A look of terror flashed across Miao Shan's face, his complexion as pale as paper. The severe pain in his arm intensified to an unbearable level, nearly causing him to fall.

The devil! This guy was a remorseless killing demon.

He didn't have time to care for his fallen arm and, enduring the pain, attempted to continue his escape.

However, in the next instant, he felt an intense heat from behind as a sword emitting golden light pierced directly through his stomach.

"Did you think you could run?" Lin Chen's icy voice rose behind him.

"No, please, don't kill me." Miao Shan's face was a picture of horror, staring at Lin Chen with fear.

"Not kill you? Just now you were after my life. Your mistake was bullying a woman, and not just any woman, but my woman." As his words fell, Spiritual Energy surged in Lin Chen's palm.

"No!"

Boom, accompanied by a thunderous noise, Miao Shan's body was actually blown into a mist of blood.

The forest fell into a deadly silence.

Dead, they were all dead!

The direct descendants of the three most arrogant forces had died one after another at Lin Chen's hand in less than five minutes.

Everyone looked at Lin Chen with eyes filled with disbelief, awe, and fear.

This guy was too strong, unbelievably strong.

Everyone felt like they were dreaming as they gazed at the man holding a bloodied sword.

The Miao, Zhao, and Wu families could be considered the pinnacle of the martial world in China, each of their direct descendants revered and untouchable, yet today Lin Chen had killed three of them in one go.

Dammit, this guy was a madman, a complete madman.

Seeing the tragic deaths of three Innate Realm masters, the martial artists following them turned deathly pale.

As Lin Chen's gaze swept over them, each one of them trembled in their hearts.

They didn't even have the courage to resist anymore, and finally someone couldn't hold on, falling on their knees with a thud.

"Mr. Lin, I was wrong, please spare me!"

"Mr. Lin, please don't kill me!"

Once the first went down, a second followed, and soon there was a field of people kneeling in the forest.

Seeing this spectacle, Xu Ye and Zhang Yu's lips twitched, both almost paralyzed by the formidable strength Lin Chen displayed.

To be able to fell an Innate Realm warrior with a single sword strike, to make nearly a hundred martial artists kneel and beg for mercy, there was no one else but Lin Chen.

Lin Chen looked at the martial artists kneeling before him, his mouth curling into a cold smile, then turned to ask Zhao Xiaohua, "To kill, or not to kill?"

Zhao Xiaohua glanced at the trembling martial artists before her; just moments ago, they were like hungry wolves, but now they were like dogs that had lost their homes.

But Zhao Xiaohua didn't want Lin Chen to be too bloodthirsty; she didn't want him to return to his old ways.

"Forget it, let them go," said Zhao Xiaohua indifferently.

Upon hearing Zhao Xiaohua's words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Chen nodded, "Since Sister Hua has said to let you go, I will spare your lives. Everyone bow to Sister Hua ten times and say, 'Grandma Xiaohua, we were wrong.'"

This!!!

The faces of the martial artists all stiffened.

They were the elite of their prestigious families, so proud they could almost touch the sky, and now they were asked to kowtow to a girl and call her 'grandma.'

"Bow and you may live, refuse and die!" Lin Chen's gaze turned cold, and his icy voice echoed through the forest.

Soon, the forest was filled with the thumping sounds of bowing heads, accompanied by pleas of "Grandma Xiaohua, I was wrong."

Seeing this scene, Lin Chen smiled faintly at Zhao Xiaohua and said, "Is this satisfactory, Xiaohua?"

"Satisfactory my foot, who is their grandma? Am I that old?" Her mouth twitched in annoyance, this was flattery taken too far.

Lin Chen, looking at the martial artists on the ground, said coldly, "From now on, no matter who it is, no matter which prestigious family they come from, if they dare to provoke me, if they dare to provoke my friends, then they will end up just like these three!!!"

Looking at the two corpses on the ground, everyone shuddered. This young man had given them too many shocks today, each more powerful than the last, this fellow was a devil, a devil that meant instant death to those who crossed him.