Simultaneous Time Travel: Living in the Primordial World, Freebies Welcome!

"Um?"

Qian Chen raised an eyebrow and gently put down the wine glass in his hand.

He originally didn't want to take action; he just wanted to sit back and watch the show.

After all, Tian Song Daoist of the Taishan Sect was just a weakling that Tian Boguang could easily dismiss with a sitting down. Just by looking at his recent battle with Lin Pingzhi, it was clear that he didn't have any real skills.

Logically speaking, someone of Tiansong Daoren's caliber shouldn't be qualified to have Qian Chen personally intervene.

But Tian Song Daoist really couldn't stand it; he was asking for trouble!

He stared at Lin Pingzhi warily, secretly glancing at Qian Chen out of the corner of his eye, silently estimating the distance between himself and Qian Chen.

From the doorpost to the main seat inside the house, the distance is no more than three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

For a true martial arts master, this distance is such that a single breath is enough for them to reach him.

Daoist Tiansong slightly turned his body to face Qian Chen, appearing calm on the surface, but secretly calculating the opportune moment for a surprise attack based on "How is Mount Tai?"

But these seemingly insignificant movements are as clear as the lines on a palm in Qian Chen's eyes!

After all, facial expressions can be controlled and actions can be faked, but the flow of qi and blood in the human body cannot be faked.

Zheng———

A sword rang out.

Taoist Tiansong has made a move!

Like a tiger released from its cage, it leaps up.

As the longsword swept across the sky, it had already reached Qian Chen.

Swords flashed and clashed, their sharp edges thrusting out.

This sword strike was precisely the signature move of Daoist Tiansong.

—Seven stars fall from the sky!

This sword energy covers seven major acupoints on the human body: "Shanzhong", "Shencang", "Lingxu", "Shenfeng", "Bulang", "Youmen", and "Tonggu".

Take advantage of the enemy's confusion and accurately strike a key acupoint.

Once the sword is thrust out, only those with exceptional lightness skills who can instantly teleport several feet away can avoid its edge.

The fact that he used his most powerful techniques against an "ordinary person" shows that Daoist Tiansong was panicked and chose to go all out to achieve a decisive victory.

This sword strike has been brewing for a long time!

A single strike of the sword is a fatal blow.

The sword moved like thunder, swift as lightning.

The sword flew out with unstoppable force.

Daoist Tiansong admitted that Lin Pingzhi's strange movement technique was incredibly agile, but he had already seen the flaw in this lightness skill: its instantaneous burst speed was not fast enough.

At this moment, he was already within three feet of Qian Chen, and everything was under his control. Even if Lin Pingzhi wanted to rush over to save him, he couldn't possibly be faster than him.

Everything seemed to be going as Tian Song Dao Ren wished.

Without any unexpected events, he easily placed the sword against Qian Chen's neck.

"It's done!"

A hint of joy flashed in Tian Song Dao Ren's eyes.

As long as he could hold this young nobleman hostage, he was confident that he could control the situation and wait for reinforcements to arrive. With their combined efforts, they could easily wipe out the few demonic cult members.

"Don't make any rash moves! Otherwise..."

Just as Daoist Tiansong was about to utter a few harsh words, he stopped halfway through, feeling a chill run down his spine from the mocking looks in the eyes of the people around him.

Something is wrong!

There's definitely something wrong!

Why do they look at me as if they pity me?

Tian Song Dao Ren stood uneasy, as if he had thorns in his back. He subconsciously gripped the hilt of his sword, as if only in this way could he get a little bit of security.

Lin Pingzhi looked at Tiansong Daoist with pity; the poor old Daoist had no idea what he was facing.

He waved downstairs, and a group of bodyguards immediately surrounded him. Although he didn't expect them to be very strong, they were enough to make up the numbers and lend some support.

"What...what do you want to do?"

"What kind of hero bullies the weak with numbers?"

Master Tiansong was clearly a little nervous at this moment.

After all, most of the time, he, as a member of the righteous path of the martial arts world, went shoulder to shoulder with the main force.

He might disregard chivalry when dealing with demonic cult members, but when he was being targeted by them, he still hoped that others would uphold chivalry.

However, Lin Pingzhi completely ignored him and led a group of bodyguards to surround the private room in the pavilion. Then he stood quietly in front of the door with his hands at his sides, waiting for Qian Chen's instructions.

The air seemed to quiet down!

Daoist Tiansong's eyelids twitched wildly. The oppressive silence felt like a millstone, pressing down on him so much that he could hardly breathe.

Da da da —

Qian Chen placed his hand on the table at some point, his fingertips lightly tapping the surface, producing a crisp sound.

Every single one!

These words seemed to strike a chord in the heart of Daoist Tiansong!

His mind suddenly went into chaos, and even the internal energy that he used to control so easily was thrown into disarray. His face turned a deep purplish-red, and he almost suffered a qi deviation on the spot.

"The old Taoist priest's internal energy cultivation is truly lacking!"

Qian Chen chuckled softly, but this triggered Tian Song Daoist's sensitive nerves, prompting him to shout loudly, "Shut up!"

"If you dare to say another word, don't blame me for being merciless with my sword!"

Qian Chen sighed, too lazy to continue playing.

Having been jumping around in front of him for so long, the Mount Tai sword technique held no secrets for him anymore.

Since he's no longer useful, why does he still dare to yell and shout in front of us? If we don't put him to the test, do you really think our young master Qian has no temper?

Considering that Daoist Tiansong was not an irredeemable villain, Qian Chen did not intend to take his life directly.

However, he may be spared the death penalty, but he cannot escape punishment!

A minor punishment as a warning is certainly necessary!

"What do you want to do?"

Daoist Tiansong suddenly exclaimed in surprise, clearly startled by Qian Chen's unexpected action.

Qian Chen, however, was all smiles.

He held up two fingers in front of Daoist Tiansong.

His fingertips slid slowly along the spine of the sword, and finally flicked his fingers lightly at the blade resting on his neck.

Buzz!

The longsword emitted a series of buzzing sounds.

A subtle force traveled through the sword and quickly reached Tian Song Dao Ren's arm. He immediately felt a numbness in his arm and involuntarily released his grip on the sword, watching helplessly as his sword ended up in Qian Chen's hands.

Suddenly, the roles and identities seemed to have been reversed!

Before Tian Song Daoist could even utter another word, he felt a blur before his eyes, and in the next instant, he was swept away by a powerful force and slammed into the wall.

Followed by.

A cool sensation came from my chest.

Look down.

The gleaming blade pierced through his chest on the spot.

"Uh...uh..."

Daoist Tiansong opened his mouth wide in horror, uttering some incomprehensible sounds, but Qian Chen quickly stopped him.

His voice was gentle, without a trace of anger, but to Daoist Tiansong it sounded like the whisper of a demon:

Shh! Don't say a word!

"Feeling a little dizzy and short of breath is normal!"

"Don't worry, my swordsmanship is very accurate! This sword strike looks scary, but it actually avoided all the vital organs."

"But you absolutely must stay still..."

"After all, you know how sharp your own blade is. If you're not careful and accidentally sever a major artery, you'll lose your life, and then you can't blame me!"

Death is not scary!

One strike to the head, and eighteen years later, you'll be a hero again!

But this is a state of being neither dead nor alive;

However, it is extremely challenging to a person's psychological endurance!

Daoist Tiansong smiled bitterly and slowly closed his eyes.

I dare not move!

I dare not move at all!

Qian Chen calmly poured himself a glass of wine and drank it alone.

Quietly awaiting the arrival of the next wave of characters...

About half a cup of tea's time later.

Suddenly, an anxious cry came from the street outside the window: "Yilin... Yilin... Yilin, where are you?"