Chapter 249: He Was Once a King, Then Took an Arrow to the Knee

"Hmm?!"

North Emperor Wang Teng's pupils constricted slightly as he quickly retreated, distancing himself from Qin Chuan.

Gazing at Qin Chuan with caution, Wang Teng asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? Do you intend to interfere in my matters with the Crimson Dawn Palace Master?"

Qin Chuan chuckled, a hint of mockery in his tone:

"What an amusing statement. You want to kill my son, yet somehow this has become a grudge between you and the Crimson Dawn Palace Master? Shouldn't this be an issue between you and me?"

What?!

The moment these words fell, it was as if a bomb had gone off in clear skies.

Everyone turned their incredulous eyes toward Qin Zi. Many gasped, while others ground their teeth in rage.

Outrageous!

No wonder this man dared to act so arrogantly, so brazenly—it turns out he's the son of a Martial Emperor!

At that moment, North Emperor Wang Teng's expression grew heavy.

Initially, he felt confident dealing with the Crimson Dawn Palace Master alone, but with this mysterious Martial Emperor stepping in, things had become significantly more complicated.

When the strength gap between individuals is not vast, even a martial emperor might find himself overwhelmed by two strong opponents. This was a harsh reality.

After calming himself, Wang Teng sneered, "What now? Are the two of you planning to gang up on me?"

This was a deliberate provocation.

For a Martial Emperor, fighting alongside others in front of a crowd would be seen as beneath them. Strong individuals cared deeply about their reputation.

Qin Chuan, however, simply shook his head and laughed, his disdain evident. "Do I need help to defeat a weakling like you?"

"What did you say?!"

Wang Teng's eyes shot out beams of crimson light, threatening to tear through space as his Martial Emperor aura surged across the heavens.

"I said, crushing a nobody like you is something I can do on my own." Qin Chuan responded with a calm smile.

"Then let's see!"

Wang Teng raised his hand, and immediately, the sky was filled with violent shifts in energy. The divine beasts surrounding him roared to life, as if resurrected, descending upon Qin Chuan like a flood.

"Roar!"

"Howl!"

"Screech!"

The azure dragon bellowed, the white tiger growled, the vermilion bird shrieked, and the black tortoise roared—all sounds so deafening that many people's legs trembled with fear.

"Ah!"

"I'm drenched!"

"I've wet myself!"

Several people fell to the ground, clutching their ears, their faces flushed as they gasped for breath—most of them women.

"Hmph, all show and no substance."

Qin Chuan sneered, raising his right hand. Boundless energy gathered toward his fist, causing the heavens and earth to resonate in harmony.

"Sky-Sealing Heaven Fist!"

With a single punch, a colossal fist shadow expanded, filling the sky. It was unstoppable, appearing as though it could shatter the very heavens!

At the Martial Emperor level, one begins to comprehend the principles of the universe. Every move can communicate with the forces of heaven and earth, turning the mundane into the divine. Even the simplest attack becomes an extraordinary technique.

As for the name…

That's just a matter of personal preference, depending on the mood.

Nevertheless, this casually named punch was terrifying in its power. As it swept through, the countless divine beast shadows exploded into clouds of smoke, spiraling in the sky.

And the giant fist shadow continued to descend, seemingly replacing the heavens themselves, as it hurtled toward Wang Teng, threatening to crush him.

"Single Hand Holds the Sky!"

Wang Teng roared, his hair whipping wildly around him. His body crackled with red lightning, swelling to enormous proportions. His clothes expanded with him, transforming him into a giant, towering over a hundred meters tall.

He raised one hand, actually managing to hold back the descending fist.

"Holding the sky? Can you really hold it?"

Qin Chuan smirked, his body flashing as he appeared above the massive fist shadow, descending like a meteor.

"Boom!"

The fist shadow trembled violently, its radiance intensifying. Its weight seemed to multiply by tenfold, then a hundredfold!

"Ugh!"

Wang Teng's protective purple aura shattered on the spot, and his massive body was sent crashing into the ground, plunging deep into the earth.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The ground caved in, forming a massive crater. The center was pitch black, so deep that it appeared bottomless, and even the underground springs were beginning to gush out.

"Ancestor!"

"North Emperor!"

Witnessing this, many people were filled with horror, panicking as if they had lost their pillar of support.

"Be careful, North Emperor Wang Teng isn't gravely injured, and he still has a trump card—a terrifying one at that."

At this moment, the Crimson Dawn Palace Master cautioned Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan nodded slightly, his eyes fixed on the crater. His gaze penetrated the earth, locking onto Wang Teng at the bottom.

He saw a radiant white light rising like mercury overflowing from a well, rapidly ascending from the depths.

The light floated above the crater, coalescing in the air to form a gleaming white arrow.

"It's here! The Taiyi Divine Arrow!"

The Crimson Dawn Palace Master's body tensed, his voice serious:

"Legend has it that North Emperor Wang Teng once encountered a mysterious and powerful foe, who shot him in the knee with an arrow. That arrow contained extraordinary power and intent, which stunted his cultivation, preventing further breakthroughs."

"However, Wang Teng is truly a genius of his generation. He studied the intent left in the wound and eventually comprehended the essence of that arrow."

"This arrow, based on divine calculations and reinforced with the laws of space, is nearly impossible to dodge once it's released."

"The most terrifying part is the strange power it contains, capable of crippling someone's potential and halting their cultivation forever!"

Hearing this, Qin Chuan couldn't help but chuckle coldly.

Crippling his potential? Did he even have potential to cripple? His entire cultivation had been artificially boosted by the system!

So, what was there to be afraid of?

After all, Qin Chuan had already noted earlier that Wang Teng didn't limp, which indicated that the arrow hadn't caused any significant physical damage. It was more like a curse.

And for Qin Chuan? Such concerns were laughable.

"Swish!"

At that moment, North Emperor Wang Teng slowly rose from the crater. His robes were immaculate, his demeanor solemn, making Qin Chuan suspect that Wang Teng had spent the extra time down there secretly changing clothes and touching up his appearance.

"You already know the origin of this arrow. I advise you not to act recklessly, or you'll destroy your bright future."

Wang Teng spoke to Qin Chuan, though he had to look up, there was a condescending tone in his voice.

With the Taiyi Divine Arrow at the ready, he was confident of victory.

"If you dare to shoot that arrow, I don't know if I'll lose my future, but I guarantee you'll lose your life… Mark my words."

Qin Chuan stood with his hands behind his back, his tone calm.

"Foolish and stubborn!"

Wang Teng snorted coldly, as a mysterious force locked onto Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan's body instinctively tensed, giving him the eerie sensation that there was no escape.

"Die!!"

Without hesitation, Qin Chuan moved. Like a true dragon soaring through the skies, he charged at Wang Teng.

At the same moment, Wang Teng let out a low roar. The white arrow flashed and disappeared, only to reappear instantly in front of Qin Chuan's chest, piercing straight through without any resistance.

"Thud!"

The arrow struck his chest, blood spraying outward.

Yet, as if expecting this, Qin Chuan did not falter. In the blink of an eye, he closed the distance between himself and Wang Teng.

"You!!"

The ferocious wind generated by his speed whipped Wang Teng's clothes and hair as his pupils contracted sharply.

"Here, have it back!"

Qin Chuan pulled the white arrow from his chest and, in one swift motion, thrust it into Wang Teng's chest. He then slammed his palm onto the arrow's tail.

"Boom!"

The arrow's radiant glow intensified, blasting through Wang Teng's chest and shooting into the sky.

Qin Chuan's palm, however, didn't stop. It crashed into Wang Teng's chest, nearly caving it in. Blood spurted from the wound, gushing out like a fountain!

"Bang!"

Wang Teng's body was sent flying.

But even as he flew, he reacted quickly, his body glowing with light as he suppressed his injuries. Martial Emperor energy surged from him, forming a towering, massive phantom.

This phantom, part god and part demon, radiated an aura so terrifying it caused everyone to tremble. The sky above roared with lightning!

"Boom!"

However, in the next instant, a deafening explosion rang out. The phantom's chest was pierced, and cracks spread from the wound like a shattered statue!

A beam of light shot out from the back of the phantom's chest. It was Qin Chuan, holding Wang Teng by the throat, lifting him high into the air.