After serving three years in prison, he swept across the land upon his release.

"Su Jiyang, don't be rude! Mr. Qin is a distinguished guest of the Su family. How can you shout like that?" As soon as Su Jiyang finished speaking, Su Shubai, who was standing next to him, immediately turned his eyes and scolded him.

He is Su Jiyang's older brother and Su Ningxue's father.

Then, Su Shubai turned back to Qin Wuchen, smiled and nodded: "Mr. Qin, my brother has offended me greatly, I hope you will forgive him."

"What are you all doing? Hurry up and serve Mr. Qin tea!" Su Shubai then ordered the servants outside the pavilion.

Upon hearing this, the two servants trembled and cautiously stepped forward to pour Qin Wuchen a cup of fine Longjing tea.

"Hmm... the older brother seems quite polite, but the younger brother is really rude. Old Master Su, you should teach him a lesson."

Qin Wuchen took a sip of tea, glanced down at Old Master Su Qingyang and Su Jiyang, whose faces were full of dissatisfaction, and spoke with a teasing tone.

"What did you say? Say it again!" Upon hearing this, Su Jiyang stood up angrily and shouted at Qin Wuchen.

"Don't think you're so great just because you defeated Ono Eiji. You're nothing but a son-in-law of the Jiang family, a convict!"

Su Jiyang was furious, but before he could finish speaking, Su Qingyang, sitting in the armchair, slightly opened his eyes and let out a deafening shout: "Shut up, you unfilial son!"

With a loud hum, the shout startled Su Jiyang, who quickly covered his ears. Su Ningxue and Su Yize, who were also present, were inevitably affected because of their low cultivation levels.

"Father! I was wrong! I was wrong!" Su Jiyang immediately knelt down and cried out.

After a while, the sound waves gradually dissipated, and he shakily climbed back onto the chair, his hands trembling uncontrollably. He no longer dared to speak disrespectfully to Qin Wuchen.

After the sound waves subsided, Su Qingyang quietly turned his gaze to Qin Wuchen, only to find him completely unmoved, seemingly unaffected by his voice.

It seems that his strength at the seventh level of martial arts is real... At this moment, Su Qingyang was already secretly assessing Qin Wuchen... However, he couldn't defeat Otani Eiji with just that.

Qin Wuchen, who was standing to the side, also noticed the strange gaze. He immediately realized that Su Qingyang was using the pretext of scolding his son to observe his strength.

"He really is a cunning old fox..." Qin Wuchen thought to himself.

However, there was one person present who didn't like to use underhanded tactics like Su Qingyang. Soon, a strong, muscular man dressed in black stood up on the right side of the pavilion.

As he stood up, he slammed his hand on the tea table, pointed at Qin Wuchen, and shouted, "Hey kid, I heard you defeated Otani Eiji, is that true?"

Qin Wuchen looked in the direction of the voice and quickly recognized the person in front of him.

One of the Twelve Palaces of the Martial Arts Association... So it seems... the president of the Martial Arts Association is taking this incident very seriously?

Qin Wuchen pondered to himself, but the burly man was very straightforward and did not give him any time to answer. He immediately drew the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword from his back.

With a thud, the heavy sword slammed into the pavilion floor, creating a dent.

"If you can defeat this heavy sword in my hand, I will believe that you defeated Eiji Otani. If you can't, you can only be their accomplice!"

The muscular man revealed the real purpose in one sentence. Su Qing glanced at him, but he neither stopped nor advised her. Instead, he comfortably leaned back in the armchair.

Qin Wuchen looked up at the muscular man, whose physique was strong and who had already reached the peak of the ninth realm.

"Testing me..." Qin Wuchen took a sip of tea, shook his head, "You're not qualified..."

Upon hearing this, the muscular man's eyes widened in shock, as if struck by lightning. He had never heard such arrogant words before, not even from the chairman.

"Boy!" The burly man immediately turned from shock to anger. His eyes seemed to be covered by a shadow. In his suppressed anger, he suddenly raised the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword.

"What did you say?"

With a thud, before the words were even finished, the burly man raised his heavy sword and smashed it down on Qin Wuchen's location.

The stone pillar of the pavilion, along with the spot where Qin Wuchen was sitting, was smashed to pieces like a fragile block of tofu, and a huge crater was also smashed into the ground.

"Oh dear, you're too slow! I managed to save two more while I was at it."

As the smoke gradually dissipated, Qin Wuchen had already jumped to the open space, carrying two servants who were pouring tea for him.

Qin Wuchen released his grip, and the two maids quickly hid.

"How is this possible? I didn't even see when this guy escaped?" On the pavilion, the muscular man suddenly turned his head to look at Qin Wuchen. His pupils trembled, and he was shocked.

That move was difficult for even a martial artist at the eighth level to dodge.

The muscular man immediately became wary of Qin Wuchen's strength and dared not step forward again.

However, this gave Su Jiyang the right to be arrogant again. He saw that the people from the Chinese Martial Arts Association had taken action, which meant that Qin Wuchen was not as powerful as he appeared.

"Hey, what are you guys doing? Hurry up and take this guy down!" Su Jiyang immediately stood up and shouted to the surroundings.

As soon as he finished speaking, countless assassins in black appeared from the rooftops and walls around the courtyard, each wielding a long knife, and surrounded the entire courtyard.

"Looks like a trap..." Qin Wuchen sneered as he looked down.

"Qin Wuchen, today is your death day!" Su Jiyang walked up to the pavilion and shouted, "How could you, a mere seventh-level martial artist, possibly kill Otani Eiji, a War God realm expert?"

"There's only one possibility: you're his accomplice!"

"Get him! Grab him!"

As soon as Su Jiyang gave the order, Qin Wuchen, who was on the open ground, suddenly raised his head, his eyes shooting out a cold light like a sharp sword.

The next moment, an invisible pressure burst forth from his body.

"Anyone who's not afraid to die, come forward!"

Qin Wuchen let out a low roar, and the martial artists on the rooftop and around the courtyard fell to their knees with a thud. Some of them were too weak and fainted.

In front of the pavilion, several powerful martial artists also felt Qin Wuchen's powerful pressure. They were all sweating profusely and had completely lost their composure.

"He's only at the seventh level of martial arts... how could he possibly exude such a powerful aura..." On the grand chair, Su Qingyang couldn't help but grip the armrests tightly. He opened his eyes and stared at Qin Wuchen in disbelief.

"What's going on with this guy? Such domineering power!" The burly man wielding the greatsword couldn't help but raise one hand to resist the oppressive force. At this moment, his heart was shaking.

"This guy is indeed not simple..." Su Shubai turned his head and squinted as he looked at Qin Wuchen.

As everyone was in shock, a man on the right stood up first. He walked up to the muscular man and respectfully bowed to Qin Wuchen.

"Mr. Qin, I am Dingmao, one of the Twelve Palaces of the Martial Arts Association..."

"I hope Mr. Qin will relent and forgive my colleague's rudeness..."

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