Chapter 83: Easily Handled

At this moment, Fu Heng's expression was as ugly as it could get.

Lin Qian's actions and words were a blatant insult, and Fu Heng felt as though a knife had been stabbed into his chest.

"Lin Qian, stop looking down on me!" Fu Heng, provoked by Lin Qian's taunt, turned red with rage, almost losing control of his emotions.

As Fu Heng's angry shout echoed through the air, his body became shrouded in a crimson aura of soul power, his expression twisted and terrifying.

The crimson soul power, tinged with a heavy aura of death, swirled around Fu Heng, forming blood-colored ghostly faces.

At the same time, his core artifact and nine accompanying components appeared, all infused with his crimson soul power.

"Artifact Armament!"

In the next instant, fully armed with his artifact, Fu Heng now wielded a blood-red longsword, his eyes bloodshot, and his aura vastly different from before.

At this moment, Fu Heng resembled a demon that had crawled out of a sea of blood, with Lin Qian as his prey.

"Fu Heng's soul power attribute is one of slaughter, making his attacks extremely aggressive. His martial soul is a top-tier grade C Slaughter type, which enhances his attack strength, speed, and soul power by ten percent," Ye Xin urgently reminded Lin Qian, watching Fu Heng's transformation.

Lin Qian nodded lightly, without a trace of concern. "A ten percent increase? That's only an additional tenth of his power? That's not enough..."

"Lin Qian, don't underestimate him," Ye Xin cautioned, worried by his nonchalant attitude.

Lin Qian's display of strength had exceeded her expectations, and after detoxifying themselves, their once desperate situation had entirely reversed. However, she feared that Lin Qian might be too careless, and if he underestimated Fu Heng, something unexpected could happen.

"A ten percent increase?" Lei Qian, standing a bit further away, chuckled and shook his head. He knew that Lin Qian's martial soul could enhance his physical strength by a full fivefold!

Whoosh!

Fu Heng pointed his blood-red longsword at Lin Qian. "Not using your full strength? I bet you're regretting saying that now."

From Fu Heng's perspective, after unleashing his full power, Lin Qian should be overwhelmed with shock, regretting his earlier arrogance.

But instead of looking remorseful, Lin Qian simply wagged his finger dismissively. "No, no, no. After seeing your full strength, I think I won't even need to use my artifact armament. There's nothing to regret."

Fu Heng's veins bulged, his entire body trembling with fury at Lin Qian's words.

"What's wrong? Just a little teasing, and it's already a fatal blow to your ego? Kid, you're way too fragile."

As Lin Qian calmly spoke, Fu Heng finally snapped, his slaughter attribute soul power surging like a raging sea of blood.

The verbal jabs had pushed Fu Heng to his breaking point.

"Lin Qian, I'm going to kill you!" he roared in fury as he charged at Lin Qian, his blood-red sword aimed straight at Lin Qian's forehead.

As the crimson blade closed in on Lin Qian's forehead, the scarlet soul power transformed into ghostly faces, howling and wailing as they rushed forward.

But just as the sword tip was about to pierce Lin Qian's forehead, he suddenly reached out with his right hand and grabbed the blood-red blade.

Despite the sharpness and killing intent infused into the weapon, it couldn't harm Lin Qian's right hand, not even the artifact itself.

The blood-red sword, which had been advancing steadily, was now frozen in place. Lin Qian's right hand gripped the blade like an iron clamp, preventing it from moving even an inch closer.

Fu Heng was shocked, and he quickly poured more soul power into the sword, desperately trying to push it toward Lin Qian's forehead.

At the same time, the blood-red blade emitted sharp crimson energy, attempting to slice through Lin Qian's hand.

However, Fu Heng soon realized that his once unstoppable sword energy could only leave faint white marks on Lin Qian's hand—it couldn't even scratch him.

Suddenly, Fu Heng remembered the rumors: the Young Emperor of the Wanxiang Sect had an incredibly strong body, able to withstand attacks from Nirvana Realm warriors even when he was still in the Core Formation Realm.

"Now that he's in the Nirvana Realm, has his body become this powerful? Is he even human?" Fu Heng thought, horrified as he tried to pull his blood-red sword back, but it wouldn't budge.

When he looked up at Lin Qian, he saw a dismissive shake of the head and a condescending expression.

"Do you want it back? Here you go." Sensing Fu Heng's effort to retrieve his weapon, Lin Qian smiled and suddenly let go.

Caught off guard by Lin Qian's sudden release, Fu Heng stumbled backward several steps.

Lin Qian immediately followed up with a swift kick, landing squarely on Fu Heng's abdomen.

Whoosh!

The force of the kick sent Fu Heng flying out of the room, vomiting bile as he went. Lin Qian chuckled softly before leaping after him.

"Senior Brother!" Seeing Fu Heng kicked out of the room, Ma Shaoyuan and Shi Sanmei panicked and prepared to rush out after him.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two swift movements later, both of them were on the ground before they even knew what happened. Looking up, they saw Ding Zhirong and Zhao Haiming standing over them, calm and collected.

"Let them have a fair fight. We shouldn't interfere," Ding Zhirong said coldly as he looked down at the two on the ground.

Zhao Haiming nodded in agreement. "Kicking people really is satisfying—no wonder Lin Qian enjoys it so much."

Sitting on the ground, Ma Shaoyuan and Shi Sanmei exchanged bitter smiles.

From Ding Zhirong and Zhao Haiming's speed, they realized that the two were far stronger than them; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to take them down so quickly.

"Let's go outside and watch." Lei Qian motioned to Ma Shaoyuan and Shi Sanmei. "Keep an eye on them and don't let them escape. As for Zhu Xiaojia..."

Puff!

Before Lei Qian could finish speaking, everyone inside the house turned in shock toward the source of the sound.

They saw Zhu Xiaojia, who had been severely injured by Lin Qian's punch, wide-eyed as she stared at Ye Xin, her heart pierced by a beam of starlight.

Ye Xin took a few steps back, coldly gazing at Zhu Xiaojia. "You deserve to die," she said through gritted teeth.

As the starlight in Zhu Xiaojia's chest faded with Ye Xin's retreat, blood continued to pour from the wound. Desperately, Zhu Xiaojia tried to cover the hole with her hands, but it was useless.

Turning away, Ye Xin placed Liu Yueqian's body into her storage pouch and walked out of the house without looking back.

Lei Qian glanced at Zhu Xiaojia's lifeless body lying in a pool of blood and smirked before following Ye Xin outside.

Ding Zhirong and the others also left the house, keeping Ma Shaoyuan and Shi Sanmei in check.

But as they stepped outside and saw Lin Qian and Fu Heng's battle, their jaws dropped in disbelief.

"Is your Wanxiang Sect's Lin Qian some kind of monster?" Ma Shaoyuan muttered, staring at Lei Qian and the others.