51: Chapter 51 The Emperor's Arrival - 3

Marquis Wuan smiled miserably; he seemed to have anticipated this answer long ago.

"Indeed."

"Aren't all madmen this deranged?"

"He's even crazier than that madwoman of mine."

The Marquis of Champions, however, was dissatisfied with this answer.

The Marquis of Champions' thick eyebrows, resembling silkworms, furrowed tightly: "Emperor Qin, you make us look like idiots."

Qin Xiaogan couldn't be bothered to engage with this thick-browed, big-eyed brute.

The kitchen knife he held tightly suddenly erupted with an extremely dazzling, azure light.

Following that, he gently swiped it across Marquis Wuan's throat.

A dull "Puff!" sound rang out.

Blood gushed out like a bursting flood from the slit in Marquis Wuan's throat, soaking every inch of the ground around him.

Marquis Wuan's eyes gradually softened, as if he had fallen into deep memories.

Past fragments flashed before his eyes like a rapidly spinning lantern.

He recalled the days when he had sworn brotherhood with Marquis Zhenguo and fought alongside him.

He saw his wife giving birth to Xie Xiyun, and himself weeping with joy.

He also saw the scene when his daughter was captured, and his own depressed, decadent state after being forced to betray his brother.

These images surged through his mind one after another, each carrying the joys, sorrows, and separations of his past.

Marquis Wuan's mouth trembled slightly: "I haven't even seen my daughter get married yet, how could I... die."

After saying this, Marquis Wuan's body collapsed like a falling giant tower, slamming heavily onto the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

In the distance, Feng Tao covered her mouth tightly, sobbing silently.

The Marquis of Champions squeezed his eyes shut, the veins on his forehead bulging instantly, distinct and clear.

Meanwhile, Ma Guanhua, who had been ignored by everyone, rolled his eyes rapidly, a glimmer of cunning flashing in them.

Qin Xiaogan's expression was cold and stern as he silently wiped the specks of blood from the blade.

The Marquis of Champions looked grave, his voice low: "Emperor Qin, Marquis Wuan was your father's close friend. Isn't this a bit too extreme?"

"Besides, the Great Zhou currently only has twelve Marquis-level powerhouses, and with those two moves just now, you've already wiped out two."

Qin Xiaogan slowly raised his head, the corners of his mouth lifting into a faint smile as he replied: "Two more to go."

Hearing this, the Marquis of Champions' pupils shrank violently.

Just as the atmosphere fell into a deathly silence.

The faint light emanating from the crown atop Qin Xiaogan's head began to gradually dim.

【Time is up...】

Qin Xiaogan's expression remained unchanged.

He hadn't expected 30 minutes to pass so quickly.

Since part of the crown of death's authority had been unsealed, the duration of Resentment of the Dead had increased to 30 minutes.

Qin Xiaogan was just about to walk toward the Marquis of Champions.

Ma Guanhua's eyes suddenly flashed, as if two cold glints had appeared.

【Thunderbolt Tritium】

Purple lightning danced wildly in Ma Guanhua's hands, like violent purple snakes writhing, the crackling sounds incessant.

Following that, his expression tightened, and he fiercely hurled the lightning in his hands toward Qin Xiaogan.

In an instant, the lightning transformed into a dazzling purple beam, shooting toward Qin Xiaogan with extreme speed.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the violent lightning struck Qin Xiaogan squarely.

The powerful impact caused Qin Xiaogan's figure to jolt, and a cloud of dust rose around him.

【Congratulations to the host for completing 201 deaths】

【Attribute points +20】

Seeing this scene.

Ma Guanhua's face lit up with joy.

Immediately, he shouted hastily toward the Marquis of Champions: "We've all been tricked by this brat; he's not King-level at all! It's the imperial crown on his head that's suppressing us."

"Now that the crown's energy is depleted, he's just an A-level piece of trash!"

The Marquis of Champions' brows furrowed tightly as he began to try and circulate the energy within his body.

A moment later, he discovered with delight that his energy was flowing through his body without obstruction, and his movements were completely unsuppressed.

This discovery caused his eyes to turn blood-red, like burning flames.

The Marquis of Champions roared through gritted teeth: "You little brat! How dare you deceive your Grandpa Huo!"

After saying this, he moved, charging toward the dust-shrouded Qin Xiaogan like a wild beast.

Moving at extreme speed, he soon crashed into the thick dust.

However, the moment he charged into the dust.

His eyes widened abruptly, and his face displayed a look of shock he had never experienced in his life.

【Monarch's Arrival】

【Above the heavens, there is still sorrow; the monarch arrives, and the night is endless】

Qin Xiaogan stood quietly in place, his eyes slightly closed.

He wore a blood-stained white robe, dragon-patterned boots, and held a kitchen knife that glinted with a cold light.

In the eyes of others, he might be a killer, a butcher, or a devil.

But in the eyes of Huo Quji, it was as if he saw a deity stepping out of ancient mythology.

Elegant, mysterious, powerful.

Qin Xiaogan glanced indifferently at the Marquis of Champions.

Just this one glance made the Marquis of Champions feel as if his soul had been frozen.

Afterward, Qin Xiaogan's eyes glowed with a faint, eerie blue light.

The air around him seemed to become heavy, and space itself appeared to be twisting and deforming under his majesty.

Seeing this scene.

The Marquis of Champions' body couldn't stop trembling.

Only a faint sound came from his cracked lips: "Emperor... Emperor... Emperor-level."

The Marquis of Champions now wanted to kill Ma Guanhua.

Qin Xiaogan really wasn't King-level; damn it, he's Emperor-level, I... what the hell.

Meanwhile, outside, Ma Guanhua saw that the Marquis of Champions hadn't come out for a long time, and his heart skipped a beat.

He had originally intended for the Marquis of Champions to lead the vanguard and test Qin Xiaogan's true strength.

If Qin Xiaogan really possessed King-level strength, he would be able to run away.

However, after the Marquis of Champions entered, he was like a stone sinking into the sea, failing to appear for a long time.

Ma Guanhua frowned, his eyes suddenly flashing with purple light, eagerly trying to pierce through the layers of dust.

Suddenly, Ma Guanhua's expression changed, as if he had thought of something.

"That old bastard isn't trying to steal that imperial crown, is he?!"

After hesitating for a moment, Ma Guanhua was just about to rush into the dust.

However, at that very moment.

He suddenly saw the Marquis of Champions walking out slowly, looking like a walking corpse with a hopeless expression.

Ma Guanhua patted his large belly and laughed: "Marquis Huo, what kind of fit are you throwing now?"

Afterward, Ma Guanhua saw the Marquis of Champions suddenly bow toward what was behind him.

"Emperor... Emperor Qin, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. I only came in to see if you were injured."

"This Fatty Ma is truly ill-mannered; let me teach him a lesson for you!"

After saying this, the Marquis of Champions rushed fiercely toward the bewildered Ma Guanhua with astonishing speed, as if fleeing for his life.

Following that, his right hand instantly curled into a claw, and with fierce momentum, he mercilessly tore open Ma Guanhua's chest.

Immediately, scarlet blood gushed out like a fountain.

"Ah!"

A shrill scream erupted from Ma Guanhua's mouth.

He clutched his torn chest tightly with both hands, his face full of pain, and screamed hoarsely: "Huo Quji, what is the meaning of this!?"