Son, Put Your Father To The Test (FF)

"Haha, young man, what bold words."

At this moment, a calm voice echoed.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a white-clad figure appeared in front of the elderly empress, standing with his hands behind his back.

The moment he appeared, an invisible force radiated from him, making him seem like the center of the entire world.

"It's Emperor Qin!"

"It's the ruler of the Eastern Domain!"

"Emperor Qin is going to intervene!"

Many people exclaimed in surprise, and the disciples of the Northern Extreme Divine Temple had a spark of hope in their eyes.

With Emperor Qin standing on their side at such a critical moment, he was like a stabilizing force, anchoring them in the face of this crisis.

"So, you're the so-called Emperor Qin?"

Wu Qiong glared at Qin Chuan coldly, a serious expression on his face, yet he still radiated an overbearing aura.

He sensed that this man's cultivation was on par with his own. In such situations, it was always the brave who triumphed.

Wu Qiong, throughout his life, had never feared any battle!

"Yes, that's me."

Qin Chuan responded calmly.

"In that case, hand over your son. You know, today's matter can no longer be undone."

Wu Qiong's voice was icy.

Qin Chuan looked at him and asked, "If today it was my son who had perished, and I came to you asking for your son, would you hand him over to me?"

Wu Qiong was momentarily stunned before snorting coldly, "Impossible!"

"Exactly."

Qin Chuan smiled slightly and said, "If you feel this way, so do I. No father would be willing to hand over his own son."

Wu Qiong responded aggressively:

"Whether you're willing or not, what difference does it make? Do you think I'm here to seek your permission? If you don't know your place, I don't mind sparring with you to set things straight!"

Qin Chuan fell silent for a moment.

Then, he looked sincerely into Wu Qiong's eyes and said, "You really shouldn't, because… you'll lose miserably."

"Then let's find out!"

Wu Qiong roared, stomping his foot as a vast sea of blood surged toward Qin Chuan, waves towering high.

"Be careful, Senior!"

The empress shouted in alarm, deeply wary of the attack.

"Haha, what a petty trick."

Qin Chuan shook his head and raised his right hand, pointing forward. A radiant barrier of light burst from his fingertips.

"Buzz!"

A dazzling light screen stretched across the sky, cutting off the sea of blood. No matter how the blood waves roared, they could not advance an inch.

"Break!"

Wu Qiong's brow furrowed as he lunged like a blood dragon through the sea, throwing a powerful punch toward the barrier.

This punch carried immense force, like a primordial beast awakening, ready to tear everything apart.

It also carried an aura of invincibility—the unshakable belief of a martial master that one punch could annihilate all.

"Impressive strength."

Qin Chuan raised an eyebrow in surprise, then swiftly withdrew his hand and threw a punch of his own.

"Boom—"

The two fists collided like two mountains crashing into each other, the sound reverberating as the earth and sky trembled!

A terrifying shockwave rippled out, causing the blood sea to churn violently as if it were about to collapse.

Whoosh!

In the next moment, Wu Qiong was sent flying backward. His arms stretched out wide in a "crane's wings" pose as he glided backward, his feet skimming the surface of the blood sea. Wherever he passed, the sea below split in two, waves surging on either side.

"Merge!"

When he reached the edge of the blood sea, he clapped his hands together as if performing an impossible feat of catching a blade with bare hands.

Boom!

The split blood sea instantly converged and transformed into a colossal blood-colored kun fish.

The enormous beast opened its mouth, blotting out the sky as it descended upon Qin Chuan, casting a shadow over half the heavens.

"Slash!"

Qin Chuan lifted his right hand casually, slashing through the air. A sharp light cut across the sky, leaving a diagonal sword mark on the giant blood kun before it exploded into fragments.

Boom!

The blood rain scattered in all directions but evaporated before it even touched the ground.

Amid the blood rain, a massive figure leaped high into the air, wielding a blood-colored battle axe. His body arched backward like a fully drawn bow, and blood-colored lightning converged upon the axe. He swung it down with all his might!

"Clang—"

This strike, like the opening of the heavens and the splitting of the earth, seemed capable of cleaving the world apart!

Even Qin Chuan's face showed a trace of seriousness.

His opponent was formidable, and with the help of a sacred weapon, the destructive power was immense—even he couldn't afford to be careless.

However, using a weapon at this point would feel beneath him. To maintain his aura of invincibility, he chose instead to…

"Three Flowers Converge!"

With a low shout, three radiant lights hovered above Qin Chuan's head, and his power surged threefold.

Instantly, an overwhelming sense of invincibility filled his being. He raised his right hand, encased in unbreakable law energy, and reached out to grab the descending battle axe without hesitation.

"You seek death!!"

Wu Qiong sneered coldly. Even he himself couldn't withstand this strike. The only outcome of trying to catch it would be being split in two!

Boom!

In the next moment, hand met axe.

But instead of cleaving through, Wu Qiong found himself frozen midair.

From the side, it looked as though Qin Chuan had caught the axe with one hand while Wu Qiong, gripping the handle, was suspended horizontally, unable to move.

Whoosh…

A transparent force poured from the axe blade, flowing downward and causing Qin Chuan's robes to flutter.

Directly beneath him, a towering snow-capped mountain split in two, the fissure running deep into the earth below.

The mere aftermath was terrifying.

Yet, Qin Chuan, who had taken the brunt of the strike, remained unscathed.

"You… this… how…"

Wu Qiong's face was filled with terror, his voice trembling, unable to process what had just happened.

"Let there be light."

Qin Chuan slowly raised his head and murmured.

"Buzz!!"

In an instant, blinding white light erupted from his right hand, glowing like a miniature sun that swallowed everything.

Boom, boom, boom!

Amid the endless white light came the sound of continuous explosions. No one could tell what was happening within.

Light Law!

No one knew exactly how this law injured its targets. Some speculated it used heat, others believed it was pure cutting force. But throughout history, very few had mastered it, and those who did never shared its secrets.

All that was known was that it inflicted sustained damage, and once caught, there was little chance of escape.

"Boom!"

After a series of explosions, accompanied by a deafening roar, the white light dissipated, and Wu Qiong was sent flying as a crimson streak, crashing into a cliffside and embedding deeply into the stone.

His body was drenched in blood, riddled with countless wounds, as if dozens of spears had pierced him.

"Ahhh!"

He roared furiously, trying to summon his strength once more, causing the massive cliff behind him to fracture and crumble.

He wanted to continue the fight.

But Qin Chuan simply flipped his hand, summoning a colossal thunderous palm that descended from the sky, pinning Wu Qiong along with the shattered rocks of the cliff to the ground.

Boom!

The earth shook as white mist billowed and lightning crackled, sending debris flying in all directions.

"Master!"

"Martial Sovereign!"

Frightened voices cried out from the distant horizon as five blazing suns grew brighter, radiating the terrifying might of emperors.

Qin Chuan flicked his fingers casually, sending a ray of dark light into the sky, turning the heavens black.

The Law of Darkness.

A flick of a finger to obscure the heavens!

The five suns in the sky struggled in the darkness, but their light was quickly smothered, dimming as if they were sinking into a quagmire.

"How is this possible?!"

"My power is being suppressed…"

"This… this can't be!"

Terrified cries rang out from the heavens.

Hovering in the air, Qin Chuan declared coldly:

"Today's matter arose from a conflict between the younger generation. In the battles between peers, life and death are governed by fate—there's no right or wrong."

"We had no prior enmity, only differing positions. Therefore, today I spare your lives. Reflect on this, or else… death will be your fate."

With that, he waved his hand, and the severely wounded Wu Qiong was swept up by a gust of wind and flung toward the horizon.

Whoosh!

Like a falling star, he streaked across the sky. Moments later, the black sky shattered, and sunlight once again bathed the land.

"Thank you, Emperor Qin!"

"Go!"

The five emperors at the horizon, filled with shock and fear, hurriedly expressed their gratitude and quickly retreated, taking the heavily injured Wu Qiong with them, fleeing like defeated dogs.

In no time, the sky returned to calm.

Only that white-clad figure remained, standing tall and proud, his robes fluttering in the wind. His extraordinary demeanor was unmatched, and a faint, overwhelming pressure permeated the air.

At that moment, countless people looked up in awe, their eyes filled with wonder.

"So, this... is what a true powerhouse looks like..."