58: Chapter 58 The Champion Marquis's Submission

The Marquis of Champions picked up Huo Wushuang, who was still in a coma.

His eyes were filled with gravity as he watched Qin Xiaogan walking towards him step by step.

Qin Xiaogan walked with steady steps until he reached the Marquis of Champions, then he asked,

"Marquis Huo, why don't you leave?"

The Marquis of Champions cast a meaningful glance at his son.

Then, he said in a deep voice, "If I dared to leave, I fear my son would lose his life in an instant."

A faint smile suddenly appeared on Qin Xiaogan's face.

"Very well, since that is the case."

"How would you like to die, Marquis Huo?"

The Marquis of Champions struggled to squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying, and said bitterly,

"Is it possible not to die?"

Qin Xiaogan hooked his right hand slightly, and that chilling kitchen knife instantly appeared in his hand, its blade shimmering with a cold, sinister light.

He lightly raised the kitchen knife in his hand and said expressionlessly,

"No."

The Marquis of Champions sighed helplessly, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Then, he slowly put down Huo Wushuang, whom he had been carrying.

Immediately after, blazing fighting spirit ignited in his eyes. He clasped his hands tightly and said with a firm, imposing tone,

"I have yet to exchange blows with Emperor Qin. Today, please grant me your instruction!"

Qin Xiaogan nodded slightly.

Immediately, Qin Xiaogan prepared to raise the kitchen knife.

Just then, Wu Yishui, who had been silent on the side, suddenly spoke up.

"Emperor Qin, could you spare Marquis Huo's life?"

Hearing this, Qin Xiaogan's expression instantly turned cold, as if shrouded in frost.

At the same time, a wave of spiritual pressure, like a surging tide, erupted from within his body.

Instantly, all of Yang City seemed to be tightly enveloped by this powerful and suffocating pressure, as if it had fallen into an invisible web of force.

Among them, the one who felt it most profoundly was undoubtedly Wu Yishui.

Fine, crystalline beads of sweat gradually appeared on her originally fair forehead.

Her chest also began to heave violently, as if she were struggling to resist this heavy pressure, her breathing becoming rapid and chaotic.

And the Grand Chancellor at Wu Yishui's feet was trembling uncontrollably.

He panicked and stretched out his front paws, tightly covering his eyes, as if he were afraid of seeing something.

Qin Xiaogan raised his eyes to look at Wu Yishui and said coldly,

"Who gave you the courage to make a request of me?"

Wu Yishui immediately knelt on one knee, her lips trembling as she said,

"Em-Emperor Qin, your subordinate does everything for your sake."

A sinister smile appeared on the corner of Qin Xiaogan's mouth.

Then, his right hand suddenly grabbed fiercely towards the solemn-faced Marquis of Champions.

The Marquis of Champions flew towards Qin Xiaogan like a kite with a broken string, completely powerless to resist.

His face was filled with shock and disbelief, his body twisting involuntarily in the air, yet he was completely unable to change his trajectory.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Xiaogan's iron-like hand gripped the Marquis of Champions' throat.

The Marquis of Champions' face instantly turned flushed.

Immediately after, he gritted his teeth fiercely.

【War Shadow Kill】

In that instant, an extremely powerful energy erupted from within his body like a volcanic eruption.

However, as soon as this power emerged from his body, it melted away rapidly, like snow encountering a scorching sun.

Seeing this scene, the Marquis of Champions' pupils shrank violently.

Is this the power of an Emperor-level expert?

Only when truly facing Qin Xiaogan does one know his strength.

Mortals are like ants trying to shake a tree; they cannot shake Qin Xiaogan in the slightest.

Suddenly, a deep sense of despair enveloped his heart, and the light in his eyes instantly dimmed, as if all hope had been completely shattered at this moment.

I was truly ignorant of the vastness of heaven and earth.

I even harbored delusions of contending with him.

Ridiculous to the extreme.

Qin Xiaogan glanced at the Marquis of Champions.

Then, he turned his head towards Wu Yishui, who was tightly pursing her lips, and said,

"I will give you 30 seconds to convince me."

Wu Yishui first cast her gaze towards the dejected Marquis of Champions.

Then, as if coming to her senses, she hurriedly said repeatedly,

"Emperor Qin, he belongs to the faction of the Martial Emperor. If we can make him our inside man, we will know every move of the Great Zhou clearly."

Hearing this, Qin Xiaogan raised an eyebrow slightly.

Seeing that there was a chance, Wu Yishui hurriedly continued, "I know Emperor Qin has methods to control souls, but those are easily discovered by the Great Zhou."

"On the surface, the Great Zhou only has the Flame Emperor as an Emperor-level expert, but we have no idea how many there are in the shadows."

Qin Xiaogan was expressionless, staring coldly at Wu Yishui.

Under Qin Xiaogan's gaze, which seemed capable of piercing through the human heart, Wu Yishui felt her heart tremble violently, and a chill rose from the bottom of her heart.

Then, Qin Xiaogan said indifferently, "This is the only time."

Having said that.

Qin Xiaogan slowly loosened his right hand.

The Marquis of Champions' body fell straight to the ground, making a dull thud.

Seeing this, Wu Yishui clenched her right fist and placed it on her left chest, saying respectfully, "Emperor Qin is benevolent."

Qin Xiaogan gazed at the Marquis of Champions, who was standing before him with a numb expression, and said slowly,

"From today on, your son will join the Four Kings Pavilion and become a subordinate of Inspector Wu."

Hearing this.

The Marquis of Champions' numb expression changed abruptly.

Isn't this blatant hostage-taking?

Just when the Marquis of Champions was about to open his mouth to say something.

Suddenly, a slightly muffled cough came from behind him.

The Marquis of Champions' expression tightened, and he hurriedly turned to look.

He saw Huo Wushuang struggling extremely hard to prop himself up with both hands, trembling as he tried to get up.

He first looked around with difficulty, then his gaze locked onto Wu Yishui, who stood as still as a snow lotus.

A glimmer of light immediately flashed in Huo Wushuang's eyes.

"Yishui! What on earth happened here?"

Seeing that Huo Wushuang didn't even pay attention to him, his own father, and only cared about Wu Yishui with his heart and eyes, the Marquis of Champions couldn't help but feel a chill rise in his heart.

He murmured, "What a damn misfortune for my family."

Then, the Marquis of Champions slowly stood up, clasped his hands, and bowed to the expressionless Qin Xiaogan.

"Emperor Qin, I have only one request."

Hearing this, Qin Xiaogan's right hand, which had been hanging down, lifted slightly.

In an instant, an extremely powerful spiritual pressure surged out like a raging tide, suppressing the Marquis of Champions heavily onto the ground.

Witnessing this scene, Huo Wushuang was greatly alarmed.

He hurriedly shouted, "Father!"

Wu Yishui's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a sharp glint.

Immediately after, almost in the blink of an eye.

Her figure appeared in front of Huo Wushuang like a ghost, and she said in a cold voice,

"If you don't want your father to die, shut up."

Hearing this, Huo Wushuang's eyes widened instantly, his face full of anger and unwillingness.

"My father is a Marquis-level expert with extraordinary strength; how could he be so easily suppressed by Qin Xiaogan!"

"Slap!"

Wu Yishui slapped Huo Wushuang on the face.

"Shut up!"

Huo Wushuang covered his already swollen left cheek with his hand, his face full of pain, just as he was about to continue speaking.

At this moment, Wu Yishui's gaze, filled with bone-chilling coldness, stared at him like an icicle, a gaze that seemed capable of freezing a person.

Huo Wushuang opened his mouth, seeming to want to say something.

But the moment he made contact with that cold gaze, he hesitated for a moment, then sensibly nodded slightly, his eyes filled with helplessness and submission.

Meanwhile.

Qin Xiaogan said to the Marquis of Champions indifferently,

"My patience is limited."

As soon as he finished speaking.

A cold light flashed suddenly, and in that instant, the Marquis of Champions' right arm was cleanly and decisively severed, a gush of blood spraying out.

"Father!!!"

Huo Wushuang pushed Wu Yishui, who was standing in front of him, away with all his might like a madman, and rushed towards the Marquis of Champions with an anxious face.

The Marquis of Champions' face was pale as paper, devoid of any color, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

He was truly, terribly wrong.

He thought Qin Xiaogan needed something from him, so he wanted to make demands.

Little did he know, the other party didn't take him seriously at all.

"Father, how are you!?"

Huo Wushuang looked at the Marquis of Champions' bleeding severed arm, his heart filled with anger and grief.

His eyes stared fixedly at Qin Xiaogan, as if he wanted to devour him alive, "You..."

Before he could finish speaking.

Huo Wushuang felt a sharp pain in his waist.

He hurriedly looked down and found his father gripping him tightly with his only remaining hand.

The Marquis of Champions shook his head and said in a low voice, "Huo'er, Father is fine."

Huo Wushuang's eyes instantly turned blood-red.

He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, creaking as if he were about to crush his own palms.

Qin Xiaogan watched all this expressionlessly.

Then he picked up the kitchen knife indifferently, its cold blade reflecting a chilling light in the sunlight.