Kill Tang San!

"Tang San! You hypocrite, full of benevolence on your lips but hiding a belly full of treachery! Today, let us settle all our grievances!"

Qin Chuan was incensed.

In the ensuing struggle, he was intercepted by both Flender and Zhao Wuji.

With Scarlet King, a powerhouse of unfathomable depth, choosing not to intervene, no one believed Qin Chuan could turn the tide of the battle.

Even Liu An and Ma Hongjun suspected that Scarlet King might merely be a servant; if he lacked strength, how could he possibly intervene?

"Hmph, thinking you can make me retreat with just the likes of you is nothing but wishful thinking." Bloodline Power surged from Qin Chuan's body, mist-like light blooming as he radiated murderous intent.

What did it matter if they were a Spirit Saint or a Spirit Douluo?

Qin Chuan was not one to be bullied; Tang San had framed him time and again, seeking to put him to death, and he had long since harbored the intent to kill.

Rolling Bloodline Power enveloped the area, scorching and terrifying, so dangerous that even Flender felt a hint of threat.

"What kind of background does this brat have? Such methods don't look like those of a Spirit Master at all." Flender cursed inwardly, flying over the trees, feeling a sense of alarm.

Zhao Wuji unleashed his Avatar of the Spirit, his thick skin and sturdy flesh forming a wall of meat in front, while he himself hovered in the sky, waiting for an opportunity, constantly looming above.

One in the air, one on the ground!

With a Spirit Douluo paired with a top-tier Spirit Saint, the two Shrek powerhouses coordinated a seamless encirclement, sealing off all of Qin Chuan's paths of advance and retreat!

"Truly ignorant of the heights of the world! To think that just because you have a bit of talent, you can't see your own strength—this is pure suicide!" Yu Xiaogang said with venom.

Just moments ago, Qin Chuan had caused him to lose all face.

He no longer cared for any body-tempering techniques; he only wanted this man dead!

However, Qin Chuan's next move left him dumbfounded.

BOOM!

The youth, like a god or demon, threw a punch that struck like a Meteor Fall, slamming heavily into the Diamond Giant Bear, tearing through its flesh and skin, and exploding in a spray of blood.

"This is impossible!" Yu Xiaogang shouted.

Zhao Wuji—the Spirit Saint who had previously exerted immense pressure on Qin Chuan—was no longer even in his eyes.

But the Cat-Eagle, who was constantly watching and searching for an opening, remained a threat, blocking his path forward.

One guarding the front, one harassing from the air!

Zhao Wuji and Flender had worked together for years, their offense and defense seamlessly linked, instantly trapping all of Qin Chuan's attacks and making it impossible for him to get even a step closer to Tang San.

"However, I wanted you to do exactly that—to focus all your attention on me!!"

Finally, a light flashed in Qin Chuan's eyes.

"Meteor Fall!"

Leaping high into the air, Qin Chuan unleashed a heavy punch as if attacking the Cat-Eagle. A terrifying blast of air erupted, causing the Cat-Eagle's hair to stand on end, forcing him to dodge in a hurry.

Yet, just as everyone thought Qin Chuan had missed his strike and was about to land, only to be attacked by the giant bear, he instantly shifted his momentum. Starlight gathered at the tip of his right leg, and as a rain of stars descended, he slammed it into the Diamond Giant Bear. A massive explosion rang out, the force of it heaven-shaking.

"Zhao Wuji!"

"Teacher Zhao!"

Everyone was shocked, stunned by Qin Chuan's daring move. It was unbelievable—what kind of courage was this!

One had to remember that Flender dominated the sky.

When Qin Chuan feinted toward Flender, Flender had not dodged, but rather met him head-on.

Given his power as a Spirit Douluo and his aerial advantage, it was highly likely that Qin Chuan would have been injured first, or even suffered a heavy blow from Zhao Wuji upon landing.

In that scenario, the battle would have ended immediately.

In truth, Qin Chuan was gambling, putting everything on the line. After all, in the worst-case scenario, Scarlet King would simply intervene, which was why he chose such a risky method.

Fortunately, his gamble succeeded. The Spirit Douluo in the sky, unwilling to suffer mutual destruction, chose to retreat, allowing his plan to succeed.

In the final strike, Zhao Wuji was kicked so hard his body nearly exploded on the spot. Even if he didn't die immediately, he was left critically injured and unconscious, covered in blood.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, a single fluid motion; Flender hadn't even had time to react.

By the time he regained his senses, Zhao Wuji was already unconscious and in Qin Chuan's grasp.

"Zhao Wuji!" Flender dove down immediately, wings flapping, light flickering as he charged at Qin Chuan.

"I've been waiting for you." A smile appeared on Qin Chuan's face before he exerted force, hurling Zhao Wuji toward a sharp boulder.

"Damn it!" Flender cursed, countless thoughts flashing through his mind, but ultimately he veered off, choosing to save Zhao Wuji.

"Hypocrite, die!" Qin Chuan turned and charged toward Tang San, scorching light exploding as terrifying Bloodline Power surged, instantly scattering everyone in fear.

"Run!" Everyone screamed in terror, horrified, not daring to face Qin Chuan head-on.

After all, excluding Flender and Zhao Wuji, the strongest person present was Liu An, yet even he had been left critically injured by a single blow from Qin Chuan. How could they possibly resist?

"Wait." Tang San looked panicked and distraught, feeling the true breath of death, his skin crawling.

Even though he had died once before, now that he was about to possess everything, he was absolutely unwilling to die like this.

Seeing the look of terror on Tang San's face, Qin Chuan's expression remained unchanged, his resolve set to cut this man down.

He threw a punch, carrying the force of a thousand catties, slamming it heavily into Tang San's abdomen, instantly causing his complexion to shift from pale to a bruised purple.

Giving Tang San no chance to react, Qin Chuan's fists descended like a meteor shower, one after another, swift as lightning and relentless as the passing stars.

In just a few breaths, over a dozen blows had landed on Tang San, each one rapid and fierce.

In his hands, Tang San had absolutely no power to resist, like fish on a chopping block, left to be slaughtered at will.

Had the former not always held the upper hand, using leverage to trap and kill Qin Chuan, Qin Chuan would have already slain him several times over.

"For being so hypocritical, for being so sinister, for being so vicious, for being so..."

Qin Chuan cursed aloud, venting his rage, yet his hands did not slow in the slightest, his fists raining down like stars, striking with heavy impact.

Feeling that it still wasn't enough, he kicked Tang San back and forth like a ball, a sight that left everyone watching trembling in fear, unable to bear the gaze.

Tragic! It was truly too tragic!

Tang San had been too ruthless before, seizing every opportunity to force Qin Chuan into a dead end, sparing no effort.

Even with his father added to the mix, they had nearly cost Qin Chuan his life; had it not been for that Mysterious Seed, Qin Chuan would have had no chance at revenge today.

Therefore, Qin Chuan thought of nothing else now; every punch contained the absolute limit of his fury, crashing down like falling stars.

"How bold, to dare touch my son!"

At that moment, Qin Chuan suddenly froze, as if targeted by some terrifying beast, his hair standing on end, his movements involuntarily coming to a halt.

An indifferent voice swept across the wilderness, reaching everyone's ears like a thunderclap, echoing through the sky.

"Finally... you've arrived!"

Hearing this voice, Flender, who had just rescued Zhao Wuji, wore an incredibly complex expression, filled with respect, worry, and a hint of panic.

"Heh!" Qin Chuan chuckled, his expression normal and devoid of fear, lifting his gaze toward the sky churned by soul power.

Having endured so many of his attacks, Tang San, with his mere Soul Ancestor cultivation, could not possibly have survived.

And so, old man, you are too late!