Wang Qingtian Was Actually This Weak

Outside the quenching pool.

Du Lian moved silently around the outermost perimeter, the demigod artifact Assassination Star in his hand, his gaze sweeping over the crowd like a cold, venomous serpent or scorpion.

Du Lian ranked eleventh on the Alien Prodigy Ranking. He was a fourth-tier, first-level imperial-blood demon, born with a special bloodline that gave him an exceptionally powerful ability to conceal himself! His assassination techniques had reached the pinnacle!

Most of his combat power came from the Assassination Star in his hand, an ink-black dagger carved with strange patterns!

Its effects were straightforward and brutal: extreme penetrating power and extreme explosive power!

As martial artists advanced in cultivation, their physical bodies would surely grow more and more terrifyingly tough. The Assassination Star was the bane of them all. Even against a top-flight genius a whole major realm above him, the Assassination Star could pierce their body in an instant, as long as they had not deliberately activated a defensive martial art. It would then unleash elemental power and shred their internal organs!

Du Lian was also a genius the aliens had deliberately kept hidden. His abilities were unusual, and if the human race knew of his existence, they would surely take precautions against him!

It had all been for this day!

The Overlord Martial Emperor was far too formidable. Back then, he had brought the aliens endless winds of carnage and rains of blood. Countless alien powerhouses hated him and wanted nothing more than to tear him apart alive!

But they could do nothing to him. They couldn't beat him!

Then they would kill his inheritor!

The aliens would never allow the human race to produce another Overlord Martial Emperor. That was too terrifying!

When Lin Xianhuo's coordinates were sent out, he immediately headed this way. He could have arrived sooner, but to be safe, he had waited for the other teams!

Now he was studying the humans before him, his gaze indifferent, as if he were looking at a group of dead people!

The one sitting with his head lowered had venerable-grade talent and was at the martial artist ninth stage. He wasn't worth mentioning and needed the least attention.

The other three-person squad looked too feeble to withstand a breeze. If it came to a fight, killing them wouldn't take ten seconds!

The key was Wang Qingtian!

He had heard that Wang Qingtian was lazy and disliked training, relying entirely on his talent, but he didn't know whether the rumors were true.

The terror of the Overlord Martial Emperor lingered to this day. He was an unbeatable monster, and no one dared underestimate his inheritor!

The four others beside him surely came from the Wang Family as well. They were Wang Qingtian's protectors, and the weakest among them was at the lesser grandmaster middle stage!

The strongest had even reached lesser grandmaster perfection!

But he had no fear, because the combat power of a super genius couldn't be compared to that of ordinary people by cultivation realm. None of those four had particularly powerful talent. Even if they reached the greater grandmaster realm today, he could kill them all the same!

Finished with his observations, he picked up his communication device and checked it!

Two full five-person teams were on their way, one behind the other. They should arrive in about an hour!

For the aliens, the key to this trial in the Fire and Flame Mystic Realm was not the fire seed at all, but killing people!

There were at least three Super God Class-level geniuses in the mystic realm. Not counting Lin Xianhuo, Wang Qingtian was one, and Lin Lianshen was another.

There was one more who had yet to appear!

But he probably wasn't here. Du Lian had watched for over half an hour and hadn't sensed another powerful presence!

It was almost time.

In another five minutes, the two teams should be in position.

Then the humans before him would meet their deaths! A trace of contempt crossed Du Lian's lips!

Wang Qingtian and Lin Xianhuo, one with god-grade talent and the other with mythic-grade talent. If he killed them both, the rewards would be boundless! His future would rise straight to the clouds!

Du Lian was determined to succeed!

Meanwhile, Wang Qingtian was still mocking Xiao Fan with barbed sarcasm!

"What use is it for you to sit here?"

"Who can someone with venerable-grade talent at the martial artist ninth stage protect?"

"Lin Xianhuo only needs me to protect her!"

Wang Qingtian proudly pointed his thumb at himself!

But Xiao Fan ignored him entirely and walked expressionlessly up to the lesser grandmaster peak expert behind him.

Wang Guangyi frowned at Xiao Fan. He had no fondness for this enemy of the young master and asked indifferently, "What is it?"

"What are you bothering him for!?" Wang Qingtian snorted.

Xiao Fan couldn't be bothered with him.

He whispered in Wang Guangyi's ear, "There's an assassin."

But Wang Guangyi dismissed him outright. "Ridiculous. I didn't sense anything, but a brat like you did? Spouting nonsense and playing tricks. Get out of here!"

"Believe me or don't." Xiao Fan's expression remained calm as he returned to his spot!

Some things, once said, would plant a suggestion in the mind, and Wang Guangyi's subconscious would be a little more alert!

He didn't care whether this group lived or died. He didn't know them, and they had mocked him and even threatened to kill him. They were better off dead!

But he cared about Lin Xianhuo.

This assassination attempt was definitely not so simple. He could faintly sense that the other party was a professional assassin. He had been here so long without making a move; he was definitely waiting for a chance to kill with one strike!

Suddenly, Xiao Fan raised his head, his face darkening.

In the distance, ten small black dots were flying rapidly toward them. One glance told him they were all aliens! And their lineup was strong: two fourth-tier royal-blood aliens led the group, and the remaining eight were all fourth-tier noble-blood aliens!

This was probably the opportunity the assassin in the shadows had been waiting for!

Xiao Fan breathed a sigh of relief, however, because Lin Xianhuo would be in no danger. At least, not one of the ten aliens above could enter the magma layer!

As soon as the ten aliens landed, they charged straight at Wang Qingtian and attacked him without the slightest hesitation!

Wang Qingtian sneered. "A bunch of beasts! You're courting death!"

With that, he stepped forward and smashed a fist toward one of the royal-blood aliens!

Xiao Fan's gaze sharpened. He wanted to see what Wang Qingtian was really capable of!

"Bang!" A loud rush of fist wind rang out!

The royal-blood alien facing him narrowed his eyes and immediately used every trick he had to retreat. What a joke! That was the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, supreme in strength. Who would dare take him head-on?

But unexpectedly, the punch was that easy to dodge?

Wang Qingtian's strength didn't seem as great as he had imagined, and his speed was... a little slow?

A diversion?

The royal-blood alien kept his attention fixed on Wang Qingtian's fists. His task was to keep the opponent occupied and give Lord Du Lian an opportunity to assassinate him!

When Wang Qingtian's punch missed, he flew into a rage. "You dare dodge my fist!?"

"You're courting death!"

"Behold my Hegemon Divine Fist!"

Wang Qingtian's muscles suddenly bulged, and a formidable aura rose around him. Everyone looked over, their faces tense.

That was the Overlord Martial Emperor's ultimate technique!

The royal-blood demon was even a little panicked, afraid that the punch would kill him instantly, and hurriedly retreated!

"Boom!"

The punch shot out, sending a wave of force sweeping forward, but... it only traveled a dozen meters or so. The royal-blood demon had already fled a hundred meters away, and the punch didn't touch a hair on him!

Wang Qingtian was furious. "Aaaah! If you've got the guts, face me head-on, you spineless reptiles!!!"

Xiao Fan watched Wang Qingtian, his face flushed red with anger, shouting like an idiot, and was deeply puzzled.

Is he really this trashy?

Does he think his opponent will stand there and let him hit him?

What kind of brain does he have?

Is this for real?

The royal-blood demon and Wang Qingtian clashed again.

This time, the royal-blood demon suddenly felt an urge.

Why don't I... try fighting back?

But if this really is his scheme, I'll lose my life.

Still... he really feels so weak. If this strike lands, my battle merits will soar when I get back!

The demon suddenly sidestepped a punch, and a blade shot out from his arm. He thrust it forward, piercing Wang Qingtian's shoulder on the spot!

Blood splattered!

"Ah!" Wang Qingtian was in unbearable pain and roared, "Save me! Someone, save me!"

"Aaaah!!"

"It hurts so much! I'm going to die!!"

"Xiao Fan! What are you still sitting over there for, you useless trash?! Get over here!!"

The royal-blood alien stared in disbelief at the blood on the bone blade in his hand.

I... really pierced the invincible Overlord's inheritor?

"Young master!!" Wang Guangyi roared in anger, but there was nothing he could do!

His four men and Li Kai's seven were struggling against the nine aliens and were already at a disadvantage. They couldn't spare anyone at all!

Finally, Wang Guangyi snapped his head around and glared at Xiao Fan. "You fucking piece of trash! Why are you still sitting there!?"

"Do something!!"

But the moment he finished cursing, Wang Guangyi's heart jolted. He vaguely sensed a terrifying penetrating force flash past in front of him, heading straight for the young master!

An assassin!

There's an assassin!!!

Damn it, what do I do!?

Suddenly!

"Boom!"

An explosive bang rang out, and Wang Guangyi's pupils abruptly contracted. Xiao Fan, who had sat there silently from beginning to end, had vanished!

The next second, everyone in the clearing stopped moving at once and looked toward Wang Qingtian, as though they had sensed something!