So Fierce-Was He Even Human?

Meanwhile, beneath the arena, Wang Jian was also sizing up Su Chen.

He had heard of the legendary figure Su Chen long ago, when Su Chen, Wang Li, Fusu, and the others returned to Xianyang from Sanghae.

Especially from his grandson Wang Li, Su Chen had been described as someone like an immortal.

Thus, Wang Jian had long been intensely interested in Su Chen.

He simply had never had the chance to meet him.

Now that he finally saw him, Wang Jian naturally could not help but observe Su Chen closely.

At that moment, Su Chen had just achieved seven kills, having slain seven Ancient Spirit Martial Dao Celestials. His killing intent and aura were at their absolute peak.

After merely giving him a few looks, Wang Jian involuntarily felt his heart pound in alarm.

"Phew..." He let out a sigh of relief, secretly shocked. "What terrifying killing intent. I have led armies into battle for so many years and consider myself an iron-blooded general who crawled out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Yet even I am stirred with dread by another person's killing intent."

During Great Qin's war to destroy the six eastern states, Wang Jian had personally commanded three campaigns of conquest. Yan, Zhao, and Chu had all been destroyed under his command.

For such an iron-blooded and valiant general to be stirred by another's killing intent, no commander in the world would dare believe it if word got out.

On the other side, the upper echelons of all the Hundred Schools of Thought could not help feeling disappointed and regretful as they looked at the unharmed Su Chen atop the arena.

"Damn it, how is that bastard Su Chen so hard to kill? Seven Martial Dao Celestials joined forces to hunt him down,