Marvel Superheroes in China

The old man said it casually, without any emotion in his tone.

The person called Nichkhun suddenly fell from the sky.

"Pfft!"

The body of the expert with the powerful internal energy crashed heavily to the ground from the sky with a muffled thud.

Nichkhun, disregarding the pain, hurriedly knelt before the old man, his face filled with terror, cold sweat pouring down his body. He bowed his head in self-reproach and said, "Yes!"

The old man glanced at Nichkhun kneeling on the ground, his eyes showing neither sorrow nor joy, before turning his gaze to Qin Wu, who was running at full speed.

At this moment, Qin Wu had already exceeded the speed of sound. To ordinary people, they could only see afterimages, but to the old man, Qin Wu's speed was too slow.

So slow that you could clearly see his breathing and the rhythm of his movements.

He shook his head slightly and sighed, "What a pity. If he were from our plane, he would have been a promising talent. What a shame."

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The old man said "It's a pity" twice, but the crowd only heard his voice and did not understand his meaning.

Immediately, to everyone's astonishment, the old man casually waved his hand as if waving it away.

The instant the hand was swung, an invisible, terrifying pressure swept across the area for thousands of miles like a giant wave.

Everyone present was visibly shaken; their faces turned deathly pale, devoid of any color, and their eyes, as large as copper bells, were filled with terror.

"The ancestor has made his move..."

Nichkhun exclaimed inwardly, then a cold smile appeared on his lips as he thought to himself, "Human, you are doomed to die today. No one can leave here alive after being struck by a Grandmaster's palm."

He turned around, his mocking gaze fixed on the direction Qin Wu had run, a wicked smile appearing on his face.

. ...... ...

Just then, Qin Wu felt a sudden increase in pressure all over his body. His expression changed drastically, and he looked around in terror. An invisible fear slowly devoured his heart, as if a giant mountain had appeared out of nowhere, pressing Qin Wu firmly at its foot, making him unable to move.

"What...what does this mean?!"

Qin Wu was horrified and turned around abruptly, looking back with a look of terror. He saw an old man looking at him in the same way.

The pupils shrank suddenly.

"Grandmaster..."

Qin Wu's hair stood on end, and his teeth trembled uncontrollably with fear.

"Grandmaster... he's actually a Grandmaster!"

"The dimensional legion actually has a Grandmaster!"

This time, Qin Wu was truly in despair. If he were being chased by a master of internal energy, Qin Wu might still dare to struggle, but facing a grandmaster...

It felt like an infant was facing a burly adult man wielding a kitchen knife.

Cold sweat poured down his face. Looking into the old man's emotionless eyes, Qin Wu felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar!

"run……"

The words are not finished yet.

In an instant, Qin Wu felt as if his entire body had been hit by a high-speed truck. His expression changed drastically, and his body flew out without any force.

I felt as if several bones in my chest cavity had broken, and my internal organs churned violently. A lump welled up in my throat.

"puff!"

While still in the air, Qin Wu spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood, instantly creating a beautiful flower of blood that scattered on the ground.

Qin Wu's eyes were lifeless as he watched the scenery recede into the distance. Suddenly, everything went black, and he murmured, "Is he dead...?"

……knife.

Chapter 208: Humans Who "Died"

Qin Wu's body was sent flying more than ten meters away by this palm strike. In mid-air, Qin Wu's face was pale and covered in blood.

"Pfft!"

Qin Wu's body finally couldn't withstand the enormous power. After flying more than ten meters, he crashed heavily to the ground, and everything on his body scattered in all directions.

Qin Wu had already closed his eyes in pain, his face covered in blood.

His chest cavity was visibly sunken, and his right shoulder was still bleeding slowly from the tearing of his wound caused by Qin Wu's constant running.

At this moment, Qin Wu was covered in blood, his entire body stained crimson with blood, and not a trace of color could be seen on his face.

Lying crookedly on the ground, "163" was barely breathing.

With just a casual wave of his hand, Qin Wu was already beaten to this state.

The power of a grandmaster is untouchable!

The scattered medicinal herbs around Qin Wu still shone with a faint light. The only surprising thing was that these herbs were covered with traces of blood, giving them a bewitching aura in the desert.

The S-grade alloy that Qin Wu was gripping tightly suddenly went numb in his left hand the moment he flew out. He instinctively let go, and the alloy landed far away in a desert not far from Qin Wu.

"Boom!" a sound.

The heavy alloy, weighing over a thousand pounds, smashed a deep dent into the ground, and even the hard ground began to crack slightly.

The powerful cultivator saw Qin Wu lying on the ground from afar, looking extremely miserable.

A cruel smile appeared on his face. He licked his lips, and his beast-like eyes swept over Qin Wu's body and the treasures scattered around him.

He let out a cold laugh: "You ignorant fool, daring to oppose a Grandmaster! No one has ever survived the power of a Grandmaster!"

The soldiers from the other dimension were still in shock from that seemingly casual palm strike, unable to recover for a long time.

This was the first time they had ever witnessed a grandmaster in action. With just a casual wave of his hand, he had beaten Qin Wu, whom they considered a formidable enemy, half to death, or rather, already dead.

"hiss--"

The man's expression changed drastically, even his pupils shifted slightly, as he stared in horror at Qin Wu lying sprawled on the ground, unable to utter a single sound.

A deathly pale face, a rapidly beating heart, and hurried breathing...

Their expressions clearly revealed the shock on everyone's faces. They stood there dumbfounded as if they had been paralyzed. If it weren't for the rise and fall of their chests and the contraction of their pupils, they would have looked like statues at first glance.

Amidst everyone's shock, the silver-haired grandmaster spoke calmly, without even glancing at Qin Wu. Qin Wu was already dead, and he had never seen anyone survive a single blow from his palm, unless they were a monster.

He glanced coldly at the expert with the Gang Jin skill and said indifferently, "Nichkhun, bring the things back."

Nichkhun's pupils contracted slightly, and an extremely excited smile appeared on his face. He couldn't hide his excitement, and his mouth almost stretched to his ears.

He nodded heavily and said, "Yes, Ancestor!"

He was quite pleased with himself. Before he could even make a move, his ancestor had already taken action. That was good, as it saved him a lot of trouble. The power of his ancestor was not something anyone could easily test.

But at the same time, Nichkhun was still somewhat shocked. This human martial artist in front of him was clearly only at the Inner Strength level, so why would a Grandmaster take action? Was it worth it?

He felt that this person would die at his hands sooner or later. He hadn't had enough fun yet, and he was already dead in the blink of an eye. It was truly a pity.

Before Nichkhun could even stand up, the old master's eyes narrowed, and a beast-like gaze fell upon the ten Lingshan guards who had just been chasing Qin Wu.

The tone was completely emotionless:

“Tell me what happened! How did a human martial artist get into Mount Ling and even steal so much stuff? If we weren't here today, wouldn't this human have already run back? To atone for your mistakes, cripple your own legs and then get back…”

Upon hearing the old man's words, the ten beings from different planes were so frightened that they immediately knelt down, their foreheads drenched in cold sweat, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets as they stared in terror at the old man's pale face, their hearts pounding wildly.

An invisible fear instantly spread slowly among the group, enveloping them all. Their faces turned deathly pale, and their slightly open mouths could not utter a sound.

The power of a grandmaster is irreversible.

He just kept kneeling and begging for mercy, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Their foreheads slammed against the hard ground with a series of dull thuds, and even when their scalps were broken and bleeding profusely, they dared not stop.

Because they knew that even if they paid for their own legs, they would still be executed when they returned.

No one wants to die; their terrified eyes also revealed an extremely strong will to survive.

They kowtowed for a full five or six minutes. The faces of these beings from different dimensions were stained red with blood, and each had a horrifying scar on their forehead. The flesh was turned inside out, and the scars were bloody and looked extremely creepy, making one's hair stand on end.

In the silent army, no one spoke, only the continuous sound of kowtowing could be heard.

The soldiers also had complex expressions on their faces, looking at the old man with fear and not daring to utter a sound, for fear of getting themselves involved.

Just as everyone was still kowtowing, Qin Wu, who was lying in the distance, showed a slight change in his aura, and his fingers twitched noticeably.

"Ok?"

The old man was taken aback, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes. He stopped looking at the people from other planes who were kneeling and begging for mercy, and instead turned his gaze to the human lying on the ground who was already "dead".

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Chapter 209: So humiliating it's beyond belief

Seeing this, Nichkhun frowned, stepped forward, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong, Ancestor?"

The old man's cold eyes stared at the corpse on the ground, and he frowned slightly: "Go and take a look. I just vaguely sensed a fluctuation of his aura."