After conquering the Empress, I proved my Dao with the Heaven and Earth Spirit Furnace!

"Beyond Daozi..."

Qin Chuan's eyes flickered as he muttered to himself, "He's just the number one person below the Profound Emperor Realm. My goal is not just to reach the Profound King Realm!"

Upon hearing this, the Wang family patriarch shook his head. "If those prodigies and Daoists knew what you said, they would definitely want to smash their heads against a block of tofu."

Do you know how much resource their families and sects expended to achieve what they have today?

"I don't know," Qin Chuan said calmly.

The Wang family patriarch: "..."

Not long had passed since Qin Chuan opened his eyes.

Just then, one of the cultivators around shouted, "Attack together! We can't give him a chance to retaliate!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the cultivators flew out and headed straight for Qin Chuan's location.

Their fear of Qin Chuan's revenge was a pretense; their true desire was to obtain the opportunity he possessed.

The person who can cause this strange phenomenon must possess a great treasure!

"If one's heart is wicked, one's life is useless!" Qin Chuan narrowed his eyes as he looked at the group of cultivators rushing towards him from all sides.

He slowly stood up, his left eye now bloodshot.

At this moment, in the world of the left eye, it seemed as if everyone's movements had become extremely slow.

Even his weaknesses were clearly visible.

This was one of the effects that Qin Chuan automatically comprehended and used after merging with the double pupils.

Taking a deep breath, he gripped the Xuan Chi sword and, with the enhancement of his double pupils, decisively slashed at the neck of the nearest cultivator.

"what!"

The cultivator screamed, his eyes bulging as he looked on in disbelief.

The body was instantly severed from its head, and blood splattered everywhere!

"Since you people want to kill me and then seize the opportunity, then you should be prepared to die!"

Qin Chuan spoke calmly, his gaze towards the surrounding cultivators already carrying a chilling intent.

He swayed and used the Falling Leaf Step to rush straight towards the crowd.

Screams erupted one after another.

The highest cultivation level among these people is only the seventh level of the Profound King realm, and most of them are Great Profound Masters. How can they be compared to Qin Chuan, who has just broken through to the eighth level of the Profound King realm?

Wherever Qin Chuan went, his sword flashed and felled, as easily as slicing melons and vegetables.

As blood gushed out, corpses fell one by one.

Soon, his robes were stained red with blood.

However, not a single drop belonged to him; they were all left behind by the surrounding cultivators.

Seeing this scene before him, Wen Ziren's expression revealed fear and shock.

The cultivators who had initially rushed forward were now retreating rapidly in horror.

In their eyes, Qin Chuan was no longer a cultivator, but had transformed into a demon.

Wherever he went, and whom he encountered.

In an instant, a horrific death ensued!

This caused their minds to buzz, and their expressions revealed extreme terror.

"How can this kid be so strong?!"

"This is terrifying! Every sword strike is an instant kill. No one can stand against him. Even the old Xuan King of the Feng family, who was at the seventh level of the Heavenly Realm, couldn't withstand a single sword strike!"

"Not only that, his blood-red left eye seems to drain life force and spiritual energy!!"

"..."

An uproar arose.

As the remaining twenty-odd cultivators retreated in fear, two more were caught up by Qin Chuan.

A flash of cold light appeared, and the two cultivators let out extremely shrill screams, dying instantly.

Qin Chuan's face was cold, and the blood-red double pupil in his left eye added a touch of eeriness to his whole being.

He had no pity for these monks.

Driven by greed, these people wanted to kill him and seize his treasure. If it weren't for the Wen family and Sang Biao blocking him for a moment, and his rapid fusion with the double pupils, he would have been saved.

Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"If only I could have another pair of double pupils..."

Touching his left eye, Qin Chuan thought greedily.

Even using only the most basic method of double pupils, such a great effect has already been achieved.

If only I could have the other double pupil...

Inside the Wen Family Manor, a strange phenomenon has now turned into a bloody massacre.

It wasn't just Wen Ziren who felt a chill in his heart; even the Wen family members looked at Qin Chuan with a hint of fear.

The surrounding cultivators retreated frantically, fearing that if they were even a step too slow, they would perish here.

But Qin Chuan was so fast that, with his black hair fluttering, he caught up with someone like a ghost.

With a powerful slash, the Xuanchi sword struck out, leaving a corpse on the ground.

It wasn't that no cultivators tried to resist, but their resistance was utterly insignificant in front of Qin Chuan.

Before breaking through to the eighth level of the Profound King Realm, no one present was a match for Qin Chuan, let alone now that he has broken through to the eighth level of the Profound King Realm.

In this way, how could these family cultivators who were eliminated by the Yin Yang Sect and the Wuji Palace possibly resist?

Their arrival here today was destined to be a choice of death.

Their fates were sealed the moment they broke into the hut and decided to take action against Qin Chuan.

boom!

The two Xuanwang third-level cultivators were about to be caught up by Qin Chuan.

The two roared and turned around, disregarding everything, unleashing their cultivation power to unleash their martial arts and magical treasures in a desperate attempt to fight Qin Chuan to the death.

However, Qin Chuan moved much faster than they had imagined.

As they turned around and raised their hands, a flash of sword light slashed across their necks.

With a flash of cold light, the two men didn't even have time to scream before their heads flew off, and their lower bodies collapsed limply to the ground.

"Life and death are determined by fate..."

Qin Chuan sighed softly.

These people didn't have any deep grudges against him, but they appeared here and took the initiative to eliminate him.

That's their fate!

Qin Chuan understood, his sigh tinged with realization, yet he didn't hesitate for a moment before striking.

With each person who falls, the life force and profound energy emanating from them surge into his left eye.

As it absorbed more and more, its double pupils seemed to become stronger and stronger.

The cultivators who scattered and fled were all trembling with fear.

This was a nightmare, a nightmare they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Qin Chuan's image is deeply imprinted in their souls, becoming an indelible mark that they will remember for life.

"call…"

Looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground, Qin Chuan breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Unseen streams of energy entered Qin Chuan's left eye.

This makes it seem even more eerie and bright.

A moment later, the blood-red double pupil in Qin Chuan's left eye disappeared, and he returned to his previous appearance.

"Qin Chuan, although you have fused with the double pupils, it's best to use them sparingly in the future," Empress Yao Xi suddenly said.

"Why?" Qin Chuan was taken aback.

Empress Yaoxi said calmly, "The killing intent of this double pupil was too strong. When you use it, it will subtly affect your mind, just like the Blood Immortal Mask. You must be careful."

That's it!

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan's face showed a look of realization. No wonder he felt a sense of urgency to kill when he made his move earlier.

It turns out it had already been affected...

Just as Qin Chuan was about to deal with the remaining cultivators, he suddenly looked up into the distance.

There, two long rainbows roared in.

Two figures, one in blue and one in black and white, stood still in mid-air, both looking at Qin Chuan.

……