Divine Seal: Six Paths of Reincarnation, I am the Crown-Rank Assassin

Chapter 93: Preaching is useless; breaking bones is the best lesson.

Under the mask,
The young man's white hair danced in the air; he had already entered a state of transcendence.

Long Haochen stood up without hesitation.

He had already recognized who the person on the stage was—it was Yan Qianqiu, who had taught him the secret technique some time ago!

More than 500 people stood up from the audience.

More than half of them were still sitting in their seats, completely at ease.

They soon stopped laughing.

One of them had a strange expression and was inwardly anxious, thinking, "Why can't I stand up?"

He saw too many people standing up and wanted to take advantage of the situation.

What if that person on stage really holds a grudge?
"Damn, I really can't stand up!!"

Others also noticed the strange place.

Yan Qianqiu in public,

He calmly stretched under the gazes of thousands of people, some puzzled and some confused.

He said in a teasing tone, "You really like to mock others, don't you?"

"But... do any of you here have the nerve to mock me?"

The War Emperor's face turned ashen.

He was the one who mocked the most, and now he is suffering the most.

Yan Qianqiu looked at the War Emperor who was getting up from the ground, "I have always been broad-minded, so in order to prevent any misunderstandings."

"I would like to make one point."

“I’m not targeting any particular person… but all of you here are flying.”

Yan Qianqiu laughed heartily.

The audience erupted in uproar, watching the masked figures on stage, their faces all uniformly ashen.

He was sitting in his seat, breathing rapidly with anger.

The ninth-tier knights they encountered were always gentle and refined, so how could they speak so arrogantly and rudely?
The holy knight in the VIP room suddenly stood up.
贼。

Even though I know you weren't insulting me, it still felt like you were.

His lips twitched involuntarily. "He doesn't look like an old man at all."

The old man stroked his beard. "Even Long Xingyu wouldn't be this arrogant in public, would he?"

Cai'er looked at the young man as he turned to the side and chuckled softly.

The elderly man, in his sixties, gripped a jeweled staff, his voice filled with anger.

"We are innocent of ignorance! As a senior, do you have no tolerance at all, bullying the younger generation and mocking us in public?"

As a dignified Holy Archmage, I didn't mean to mock him.

He did it on purpose.

Most mages disliked the people of the Knights' Temple, considering them hypocritical.

Moreover, mages and warriors are on the same side in terms of power.

The War Emperor and the Holy Archmage also interacted more frequently.

"Yup!"

"As a senior..."

The Holy Knight looked amused.

Although he knew that some people in the audience were making trouble, he also wanted to know how this peer, who had been put in front of everyone, would get out of this mess.

Yan Qianqiu pointed at the man and laughed loudly.

What a bizarre logic! He actually used the nonchalant phrase "ignorance is no excuse" to cover up his previous questionable behavior.

"There's a saying that's very true, and I'd like to share it with you today."

Yan Qianqiu took a step forward, and the spatial gate opened wide. When he reappeared, he was already in front of the mage.

He stretched out his strong right hand and tightly covered the old man's throat, his eyes filled with murderous intent and a surging killing aura.

"Preaching is useless; broken bones are the best textbooks!"

The old man felt the sharp killing intent and couldn't help but tremble.

Yan Qianqiu tossed him into the air like trash. He moved with lightning speed, flipped over and kicked the old man in the chest, slamming him heavily onto the arena.

"Kara!"

"what!!"

Screams followed immediately by the sound of ribs cracking.

The entire audience fell silent upon hearing this sound, a chill running down their spines.

at this time,

A cold voice slowly rang out in the arena, "I only used external spiritual power to launch an attack, and you didn't even have time to defend with spiritual power."

"It's hard for me to believe that you are a seasoned and skilled Saint Magister who has fought on the battlefield." Yan Qianqiu crossed his arms in front of him, lowered his head, and looked down at the mage who looked like a dead dog.

He turned to look at the others present.

His body was covered in sword energy, extremely sharp. "You're the same. If you're not happy, you can keep it to yourself. If you want to die, I'll accompany you."

Yan Qianqiu seemed to remember something, "Tanwan."

"Yes!" the woman shouted, her gaze fiery and even adoring.

"Check this piece of trash's record of killing demons over the past ten years. There might be a surprise." His voice was playful.

"Yes!" Tan Wan replied without hesitation.

Upon hearing these words, the holy mage with a broken sternum turned pale and fainted on the spot.

Yan Qianqiu stepped down from the stage.

The crowd instinctively parted to make way for each other.

The entire auction hall was unusually quiet, with only the sound of the person's footsteps fading into the distance.

Long Haochen's breathing quickened as he watched the young man's retreating figure.

Although I've known Yan Qianqiu for almost a year, this is the first time I've seen him like this.

Domineering and sharp.

It is completely different from myself.

quickly,

The members of the Commander-level Demon Hunter Team No. 63 walked out of the auction hall.

Bai Xiaomo covered her flushed face and couldn't help but exclaim, "Boss is so handsome! Those old guys are such bastards! Just seeing their faces makes me want to be a savage!"

The girl waved her pink fist.

Yan Qianqiu smiled without saying a word.

Florence crossed her arms. "I know Ye Weiyang. She has excellent aptitude, with special talents in both light and spirit."

"However, I don't know why I didn't participate in the Demon Hunter selection."

The girl's high ponytail swayed. "Compared to her, Wang Yuanyuan is more deserving of recognition."

"How so?" Tan Wan raised an eyebrow.

"Both the Ye family and the Wang family are prominent clans of the Warrior Temple, and both have produced Temple Masters. However, the Wang family was full of loyal martyrs, with only their daughter remaining..."

walking on the road,

Bai Xiaomo didn't want to get involved in the secrets of the Warrior's Temple, and just excitedly said, "Boss, look at the treasure!!"

Upon hearing this, Cai'er glanced at Bai Xiaomo almost imperceptibly.

"Let's talk about it when we get back."

The auction house is very close to the Demon Hunters' villa area.

Back to the villa,

The others were also eager to see what kind of equipment could be called a divine sword.

A spiritual pearl appeared in Yan Qianqiu's right palm, and the Aria of the Goddess of Light appeared in his hand, radiating light and clear transparency.

The sword's edge was six feet long, its blade sharp and incomparably fierce.

Slaying demons with dark attributes would be a piece of cake.

"This is the divine sword!!" Florence and Bai Xiaomo exclaimed with fervent admiration.

Tan Wan didn't care too much. She could tell that this sword was not yet in its complete form, and even if it were, it wouldn't reach the power of a divine sword.

Her teacher possessed two divine weapons, which she would surely inherit in the future.

"Can I touch it?" Liu Xian asked.

"It probably won't work. Only those favored by the gods can handle this sword," Yan Qianqiu shook his head.

"Ok."

A flash of brilliant light.

The aria of the Goddess of Light was transformed back into a spiritual pearl and stored in the Heavenly Furnace.

If the spirit of light has already transformed into the spirit of heaven, then this weapon may also be able to evolve.

Yan Qianqiu took out the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon Crystal.
Absorbing even the crown of an eighth-tier peak demon god was already difficult enough for him, let alone a ninth-tier demon crystal.

The Heaven-Defying Demonic Dragon has reached the ninth rank, and its strength is even comparable to that of the Forty-Eight Demon Gods.

Therefore, it is better to use the Dragon Body Tempering Liquid.

Yan Qianqiu took out the prescription and studied it carefully, while the others watched quietly from the side.

"Soaking the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon Crystal in spiritual liquid can greatly enhance spiritual power; just one crystal can provide up to 100,000 spiritual power."

As the young man spoke, his eyes grew increasingly fervent.

(End of this chapter)