Seeing this scene, the people in the room suddenly stopped breathing, not daring to even exhale, their faces filled with astonishment.
They didn't expect Su Chen to actually make a move!
The old man stood frozen in place, cold sweat beading on his forehead, a wave of fear washing over him.
He swallowed hard, looked at Su Chen, and forced a smile that was more like a grimace. "Let's talk this out..."
Su Chen gazed at the old man and calmly asked, "Is there still a test?"
"No! No!" the old man shook his head hurriedly, afraid of being too slow.
Logically speaking, an old man is just a spirit, so he shouldn't be so afraid of death. But at this moment, the old man is acting unusually afraid of death, which seems very strange.
But if you think about it carefully, you'll understand why the old man left behind a wisp of his soul. It's because he wanted to find a successor. If his soul were erased, how could he pass on his legacy? So it's normal that he was afraid of death.
Su Chen gave the old man a deep look and said calmly, "I'll give you one hour."
After saying that, he turned and left the house, and at the same time, the Sword Qi between the old man's brows dissipated.
The old man watched Su Chen's departing figure, his heart heavy with an unprecedented sense of unease.
Su Chen exerted a strong sense of pressure and crisis on him. To be honest, this stirred up a huge wave in his heart. You should know that even in his previous life, he only felt this way when he met someone who was three or four major realms stronger than him.
However, he was now actually feeling this same way from Su Chen, and this sense of oppression and crisis was stronger than that of anyone he had ever met. It was as if he were an ant in front of Su Chen, someone who could be easily wiped out.
Could it be that he is even stronger than the powerful beings I encountered in my past life?
Thinking of this, a look of disbelief and incredulity appeared in the old man's eyes.
He noticed that Su Chen didn't seem very old. If Su Chen was really stronger than the powerful figures he had encountered in his previous life, that would be too heaven-defying!
Therefore, he was actually unwilling to believe this idea, but the sense of pressure and intense crisis that Su Chen gave him was real, so he was filled with doubt and confusion at this moment.
Seeing Su Chen leave the room, Gu Xun'er hesitated for a moment, then followed him out.
She knew in her heart that this inheritance was not meant for her; it could only belong to Jianxin and Lin Fan. Therefore, there was no point in her staying here, so she might as well leave.
Xiao Lan naturally understood this as well. She looked at Jiang Xin and said, "Sister Jiang Xin, let's go too."
Jiang Xin hesitated for a moment, then shook her head, "I'll look around here."
As she spoke, she glanced at Lin Fan almost unconsciously.
Xiao Lan frowned, but didn't say anything. She just nodded and turned to leave the cabin.
And so, only four people remained in the arena.
The old man glanced at Jiang Xin.
Jiang Xin quickly bowed and respectfully greeted, "Senior."
The old man neither spoke nor nodded, but turned to look at Lin Fan and Jianxin.
Seeing that the old man was ignoring her, Jiang Xin's expression stiffened slightly, but she quickly recovered.
The old man then asked, "Was that your master just now?"
Lin Fan and Jianxin nodded at the same time.
The old man continued, "How old is he?"
Jianxin was taken aback, then looked at Lin Fan. After all, he had just become Su Chen's disciple, so naturally he couldn't know Su Chen's age.
Lin Fan pondered for a moment, then said, "Not even a hundred years old."
"What!"
Upon hearing this, the old man exclaimed in surprise, his eyes filled with disbelief, and he appeared extremely agitated.
Even Jianxin and Jiang Xin, who were standing to the side, were shocked. They had originally thought that Su Chen was no more than 500 years old, but they never imagined that Su Chen was actually no more than 100!
He's under 100 years old, yet his strength is ridiculously high!
To be honest, they were somewhat skeptical, but Lin Fan wouldn't lie to them, so it must be true!
Su Chen is really under a hundred years old!
Holy crap!
That's defying the heavens!
At this moment, they didn't know how to describe Su Chen.
genius?
Or perhaps a demon?
No, no, no, genius and prodigy are not enough to describe Su Chen. There is only one word that can describe him: monster!
To possess such formidable strength at such a young age—what else could it be but a monster?
That's outrageous!
The old man stared at Lin Fan, incredulously saying, "You're saying he's no more than a hundred years old?"
Lin Fan nodded and said, "Yes!"
The Human Heart churned with turmoil, unable to find peace. After a long while, he took a deep breath, looked outside, and the image of Su Chen appeared in his mind. He muttered to himself, "If that's really the case, then the Upper Immortal Realm will surely have another terrifying Immortal Emperor!"
After speaking, his heart surged with emotion once more, unable to calm down for a long time. After a moment, he forced himself to composed himself, then looked at Lin Fan and Jianxin, "Are you two willing to accept my inheritance?"
He didn't ask any more questions about Su Chen, because he was afraid that his emotions would surge up again.
After listening to the old man's words, Lin Fan and Jianxin nodded without hesitation. Their purpose in coming here was to inherit the legacy; how could they possibly refuse?
The old man said, "Those who wish to inherit my skills must become my disciples."
Upon hearing this, Lin Fan and Jianxin both frowned.
The old man continued, "However, since you two already have a master, then let's leave it at that."
After hearing this, Lin Fan and Jianxin breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, they had already decided that if the old man required them to become his disciples in order to receive the inheritance, then they would rather not accept it!
The old man then extended two fingers, followed by a slight flick. The next moment, several "humming" sounds suddenly rang out in the arena, and then nine streams of light of different colors flew out from under the wooden bed. Upon closer inspection, these nine streams of light of different colors turned out to be nine swords of different colors.
Nine swords hovered around the old man, gleaming with dazzling light. Each sword was extremely sharp, and just by floating there, one Human Heart, as if the nine swords would pierce through their head at any moment.
Looking at the nine swords, Lin Fan's eyes lit up, "Excellent swords!"
Jianxin, on the other hand, remained unusually calm. For him, having a sword by his side was enough.
The old man noticed Lin Fan's burning gaze, smiled slightly, and then said, "These nine flying swords were forged for me when I was young. They're quite good, so I'll give them to you."
Upon hearing this, Lin Fan was taken aback, then said, "Give it to me?"
The old man smiled and then nodded.
Lin Fan hesitated for a moment, then looked at Jianxin, "How about you take five of these nine flying swords and I take four?"
The old man suddenly said, "These nine swords can only unleash their full power when used together. If any one of them is missing, the power of the nine flying swords will be greatly reduced."
After listening, Lin Fan frowned.
Just then, Jianxin spoke up, "I don't need these nine flying swords; I have the Light Scar Sword."