Chapter 113 - A Complete Waste of a Long Life
This heartache soon turned into a burning fury, as he saw the hellish field of slaughter before him, with corpses strewn all over the ground. The seeds of potential that the Soul-snatcher Sect had spent these long years raising were now buried in an instant.
Along with the forces who had died last night in the eastern campaign in Min Province, this meant that from this day onwards, he was all alone with no family.
The son that he had placed heavy hopes on had also perished in Min Province.
When he first knew about it, his insides had burned with rage.
All of this had happened because of the young man in front of him.
He clenched both fists tightly, as he locked his eyes on this young man, yelling, “State your name! I’ll send your entire clan to the grave with you!”
Just killing Lu Xuan was not enough. Qiu Zhen wanted to tear Lu Xuan into ten thousand pieces and kill his entire family line.
The other heroes from Xinan also heard what Qiu Zhen had said, though they had made this assumption long ago, and Qiu Zhen’s words had only confirmed what they believed.
“A Divine level at less than 20 years old…” Qing Yunzi from Qingyang View and several other National Guardian level masters felt their mouths dry up.
This feeling was not much different from what Qiu Zhen felt. It was a feeling like even though he had made his name in the world, he had still wasted his long life.
If they had not personally seen this with their own eyes, how could they believe that such a monstrous person actually existed?
Lu Xuan broke into the Divine level at twenty years of age, while they were only National Guardian levels in their fifties and sixties. It was a depressing realization.
They really wanted to put a curse on him!
Among them, the most stunned person was still Yun Feiying. He never expected such a fearsome individual to come out from the Min Province. More importantly, he would never have thought that such an individual would be recruited into the Agency of Special Affairs.
As for Lu Xuan, he only continued to look at Qiu Zhen with an icy gaze, as though he was looking at withered bones in a grave.
Although Qiu Zhen was famous in the Xinan region, and even had some renown in the Southeast Asian world of Cultivators, to Lu Xuan, he was just killing someone he had already killed once before.
“Even if you are a Divine level, I’ll have you dead today!”
With a loud roar, Qiu Zhen’s palm came flying through the air. Under the influence of his Spiritual Qi emanating from his body, the countless air particles around him condensed into blades of wind, which then surged out in a flood towards Lu Xuan.
Each blade of wind was like a throwing knife, and the dozens of wind blades were numerous enough to cut off any and all paths of escape Lu Xuan might have used.
Still, Lu Xuan once again let out a simple cold snort, using the Flowing Cloud Sleeve move again, sweeping the wind blades that covered the sky out of the air.
These blades of wind did not even pose the tiniest threat to Lu Xuan.