Son, Put Your Father To The Test (FF)

Whoosh!

Qin Zi froze mid-step, unsure of what to do.

At that moment, the dust in the sky slowly dispersed, revealing a magnificent palace glowing brightly, its brilliance almost blinding.

The white-haired youth remained suspended in the air, radiating an oppressive aura, like a god seated in a celestial palace, unshakable and untouchable.

"Is this all the strength you've got? Is this the foundation for your arrogance in front of me?"

The white-haired youth gazed down at Qin Chuan with a mocking smirk. "Some people have ambitions higher than the heavens but lack the strength to back them up. In the end, they only live to become a joke."

"Now, let me end your joke."

He raised his right hand, preparing to strike again. He believed that with just another simple move, this ant would be wiped out without a trace.

"Stop!!"

A furious shout suddenly erupted.

It was Qin Zi.

He raised his head, his voice ice-cold and fearless as he stared at the white-haired youth.

"If you dare to kill my father, I swear on my life that as long as I draw breath, I will one day annihilate your entire clan, slaughter your kin, and erase everything connected to you!"

Whoosh!

The moment these words left his mouth, everyone was stunned.

Even Yang Shengtian, who lay on the ground with vacant, lifeless eyes, turned his head woodenly to glance at him.

A mere Nirvana Realm cultivator daring to threaten a Supreme Saint was nothing short of astonishing courage!

To say such words was akin to signing one's death warrant.

The white-haired youth glanced down at Qin Zi, his heart unmoved, showing neither anger nor killing intent. He simply said coldly, "An ant."

With that, he casually waved his hand.

Boom!

At his gesture, the heavens and earth seemed to flip upside down. A terrifying, invisible force surged toward Qin Zi.

"Watch out!!"

Many members of the royal family clenched their fists, worried for him. Meanwhile, Qin Zi's hair turned golden, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes!

He and his master prepared to unleash everything they had, risking it all for one last desperate strike. Success or death—there was no middle ground.

However, at that moment, a withered hand gently patted his shoulder.

Tap!

This hand carried an indescribable and immense power, instantly suppressing the raging energy within him.

Then, a golden barrier appeared in front of him, blocking the white-haired youth's deadly strike.

Boom!

The attack clashed against the barrier with a deafening roar that made many want to vomit from the pressure.

Qin Zi turned to see the familiar, bald old man standing behind him.

"Grandpa! Please save my father!" Qin Zi shouted, his voice filled with joy and relief.

However, the bald elder's face remained cold, his gaze fixed solely on the white-haired youth in the sky, ignoring Qin Zi's plea.

When Qin Zi tried to grab the elder, he found an aura of authority radiating from the old man, distant and untouchable.

He couldn't get close.

In that moment, a cold dread settled into Qin Zi's heart.

"Your father has entrusted you to me." The bald elder said quietly.

"What?!"

Qin Zi's entire body trembled as if struck by lightning. His steps faltered, and silent tears began to stream down his face.

Entrusted...?

What did that mean? Had his father anticipated the danger? Was his death certain? Was this elder bound by fate not to save his father?

At that moment, he saw that despicable white-haired youth raise his hand again, ready to deliver the final blow to his father...

Qin Zi, filled with rage and despair, screamed once more: "You filthy pervert! Come and kill me instead!"

"Do you think I haven't noticed? You sick bastard, you've been eyeing your own niece this whole time with ill intentions!"

His words sent shockwaves through the crowd. Instinctively, everyone looked toward the princess of the Vermilion Bird Kingdom.

The princess trembled, her face turning deathly pale.

The white-haired youth's face darkened instantly, his eyes flashing with intense killing intent.

Qin Zi continued to provoke him.

"Ha! Why didn't you want to kill me earlier, after I killed your nephew? It's because your nephew was after your niece, just like you! I helped you get rid of your love rival!"

"I spit on you! You sick pervert! You didn't save your brother earlier either, did you? Because once he's dead, you can take his place and claim your niece all for yourself!"

"Disgusting. Filthy. Vile!"

Qin Zi unleashed his full arsenal of insults, deliberately goading the white-haired youth. Of course, he wasn't just spouting nonsense.

He'd always been an observant person, and even if he'd missed something, his master would never. His master had seen all kinds of people and could easily read them.

"Die!!"

The white-haired youth finally snapped. Clenching his fist, he channeled all his power and hurled it at Qin Zi.

This was a killing blow!

Boom!

The punch was almost invisible, but in the sky, mushroom clouds bloomed layer upon layer.

Crack!

A sharp cracking sound echoed through the heavens, like the world itself shattering. Every heart trembled.

The golden barrier in front of Qin Zi now displayed a horrifying crack, like glass spider-webbing under pressure!

Pfft...

Behind Qin Zi, the bald elder suddenly coughed up blood, his body stumbling back, barely managing to stay upright.

"Hehe, elder, it seems you've weakened quite a bit. If you hadn't meddled, you could have lived a few more years."

The white-haired youth sneered.

Seeing the elder cough up blood, his arrogance grew even more.

He was a vigorous Supreme Saint of the Second Stage, full of life and power. In contrast, this elder, though also a Supreme Saint of the Second Stage, was now nothing more than an empty shell.

There was no comparison.

Since that was the case... there was no one left to stop him!

"Hehe, how long I live isn't your concern, but... I will outlive you."

The bald elder suddenly smiled.

"Hmm?"

The white-haired youth frowned, unsure what the old man was playing at, but a sense of unease gnawed at him.

Suddenly, an overwhelming feeling of danger washed over him, and every hair on his body stood on end.

"Something's wrong!!"

He immediately looked down!

On the ground, Qin Chuan, who had been kneeling with one knee down and his sword propped beneath him, was slowly standing up.

Crack, crack, crack...

As he rose, his bones made cracking sounds, as though they were resetting themselves.

At the same time, the aura around him surged dramatically, like a giant beast rising from the depths of the ocean, suffocating everyone around him.

Finally, his spine arched like a drawn bow, and beams of golden light burst from his broad back, spreading out like wings breaking free from a cocoon.

Boom!

A majestic palace appeared, vast and awe-inspiring, with two dazzling halos encircling it, radiating divine power and authority!

This was the symbol of a Supreme Saint — a Saint Palace!

Supreme Saint Qin Chuan!!