The Earth won't allow someone as awesome as me to exist!

Silence fell over the entire room.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, hardly believing what they were seeing.

The world's top billionaires eagerly anticipate this ruling dinner, as attending it signifies that they are among the world's wealthiest individuals.

This is an honor.

Moreover, the organizer of this banquet was the Tribunal, a mysterious organization with the power equivalent to a small country.

No one expected that someone would dare to commit murder right there at the banquet.

The sound of bones snapping as the neck was twisted was exceptionally piercing, clearly reaching everyone's ears and sending chills down their spines.

Zheng Sizhe's eyes were still wide open, filled with terror, and his mouth was agape. He probably couldn't believe he would die here, even as he died.

"He...he really killed Zheng Sizhe?" A look of horror gradually appeared on Wen Qingyan's pretty face.

unbelievable.

It's really hard to believe.

Qin Chuan was so audacious that he killed someone in public, and the victim was Zheng Lin's son.

He's gone mad, completely mad...

Is this a case of "what's the use of trying"?

Of all the people present, only Wen Mingtao had anticipated this outcome, and remained calm without showing the slightest surprise.

What a joke.

This is Qin Xian. Back in the battle at Jinghu, he killed the Sword Immortal Jian Shifeng and forced the Martial Arts Center to kneel down and beg for mercy.

What does it matter if someone is just the son of a billionaire?

In the end, no matter how rich you are, you're still just an ordinary person.

Qin Xian had long since transcended the mundane world.

"How dare you kill my son?!"

Zheng Lin's eyes were bloodshot; he simply couldn't believe that his son had died right before his eyes.

He was on the verge of collapse, pointing angrily at Qin Chuan, his eyes bloodshot, and lunging at Qin Chuan like a wild beast.

Even with a fortune of hundreds of billions and the title of the richest man in the country, he cannot calm down now. He only wants to avenge his son with his own hands.

"Old Zheng, calm down!"

Wen Mingtao reacted quickly and stopped Zheng Lin.

After all, the two had known each other for many years, and he naturally didn't want to see Zheng Lin make a mistake and provoke this god of death.

"How can I calm down?"

Zheng Lin roared, "He killed my son right in front of me! How can I possibly calm down?"

Wen Mingtao sighed softly: "He can only blame himself for provoking the wrong person."

Zheng Lin was currently enraged and completely ignored Wen Mingtao's words; all he wanted to do now was kill Qin Chuan.

Many of the wealthy people present realized what was happening and immediately started chattering.

"He really did kill him."

"To commit murder when the Zodiac of the Tribunal is here shows a disregard for the Sand Gold Hotel and even more so for the Zodiac of the Tribunal."

"How dare they? They're making it impossible for themselves to leave this hotel, so they're just throwing caution to the wind?"

"He killed the son of the richest man in the Dragon Kingdom..."

"..."

Everyone was startled by Qin Chuan's action and involuntarily took a few steps back.

They were all wealthy people, and they were afraid that if they got too close to Qin Chuan, he would also set his sights on them.

So what if Qin Chuan is a martial artist?

In the eyes of these wealthy people, their lives are insignificant compared to their own.

"How dare you kill someone in my hotel!"

The owner of the Sands Hotel had turned cold.

He had booked this banquet, and now a murder had occurred in the hotel. If the court were to take offense, he would be unable to bear the consequences.

"Black Whirlwind, kill him!"

The sugar daddy snorted coldly.

A figure shot out, revealing an aura that indicated he was a martial artist at the peak of the eighth realm.

To become the big boss of the Sand Gold Hotel, one's wealth must be incredibly formidable; finding a martial artist at the peak of the eighth realm would be a piece of cake.

"This is... a martial artist at the peak of the eighth realm!"

The fact that someone present could discern Hei Xuan's strength is enough to show that there were martial artists present.

Peak of the Eighth Realm!

Upon hearing this, everyone unanimously agreed that Qin Chuan was doomed.

Although many of them were not martial artists, they knew that Qin Chuan, at his age, could never be a match for a peak eighth-realm martial artist.

"It harms both others and yourself..." Wen Qingyan closed her eyes, unable to bear to look.

Zheng Lin stared intently at Qin Chuan: "You will pay for my son's life!"

Wen Mingtao kept Zheng Lin in check, not giving him a chance to act impulsively.

Hei Xuan made his move with lightning speed, arriving in front of Qin Chuan in the blink of an eye. He was tall, standing at a full two meters, and when he landed, the ground cracked open with a loud crack.

Looking at Hei Xuan again, it seems he didn't use much force either.

Compared to the two-meter-tall black vortex, Qin Chuan appeared extremely thin.

The owner of the Sand Gold Hotel sneered repeatedly: "If you dare to kill someone in my hotel, your life will end here. Black Whirlwind, make your move."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hei Xuan raised his hand and slapped Qin Chuan's forehead from top to bottom.

"You want to die too?"

Qin Chuan asked casually.

Hei Xuan's hand paused for a moment, as if sensing something, and he looked at Qin Chuan with surprise.

"Aren't you afraid?"

He was puzzled. He had already fully displayed his strength at the peak of the eighth realm, yet his opponent remained completely unfazed.

Can't you sense the presence of death?

His hand, which had been suspended in mid-air, paused only briefly before continuing to fall, aiming straight for Qin Chuan's forehead.

"A single palm strike from a peak eighth-realm martial artist is enough to kill any martial artist below the fifth realm!" the martial artist present remarked with emotion.

Before the palm could land, Qin Chuan had already thrown a punch. Before anyone could react, the punch effortlessly sent Hei Xuan, who was over two meters tall, flying.

Boom!

A loud bang.

Hei Xuan fell straight down at the feet of the wealthy owner of the Sand Gold Hotel and immediately became still.

The entire room fell silent once again.

A martial artist at the peak of the eighth realm was sent flying by a single punch?

Is it true or false...?

Could this be a fake eighth-realm martial artist?

Although there were martial artists present, they were few in number. Most of the top tycoons were not martial artists, and they didn't know whether Hei Xuan was truly an eighth-level martial artist. However, after being blasted away by this punch, they felt that the claim of being at the peak of the eighth level was questionable.

The owner of the Sands Hotel's eyes widened, and he almost jumped up in fright.

"He actually knocked out my hired expert with just one punch?"

wrong!

The patron examined it carefully and gasped, "Dead...dead."

Everyone was shocked upon hearing this.

He killed a peak eighth-realm martial artist with a single punch?

Oh my God!

Everyone stared at Qin Chuan in disbelief, as if they were looking at a monster.

However, the owner of the Sand Gold Hotel quickly sneered, "So what if he's powerful? Anyone who dares to cause trouble in my hotel will die. I have many more skilled employees than just this one..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

The Ox, representing the Chinese zodiac, waved its hand and said, "No need. No matter how many experts you find, they won't be his match."