From Covering the Sky, I Became a Transcendent

Chapter 16 Qingyumen

"Who the hell are you!"

The burly young man looked at Si Chen with fear, as if he had seen a monster.

Being able to lift a Shenqiao monk easily means that this person's single-arm strength is at least over 10,000 pounds.

With such a strong body, he should not be the descendant of that person. Could this person be a barbarian?

But looking at the outfit, it doesn't look like it.

He had read a few geographical books and knew that there were primitive tribes in some mountains of Shenzhou. The people living there were naturally strong and had maintained ancient customs.

Si Chen remained silent. The burly young man's expression changed for a while, and finally he said, "Sir, aren't you going a little too far?"

"I don't know where you come from, we are from Qingyu Sect. I was a little rude just now, but you are going too far."

"Qingyu Sect, is it very famous? I haven't heard of it."

A group of cultivators from the Lunhai Secret Realm dared to provoke him. They really didn't know how to live or die.

Hearing what he said, the burly young man's face turned pale, as if he was about to take action: "It seems that there is no way to end this peacefully today."

As soon as he finished speaking, several followers rushed forward and tried to surround Si Chen.

"no Zuo no Die."

Si Chen didn't have such a good temper. A plate flew out from his sea of ​​suffering, with surging green gas, and quickly hit several people.

Before they could react, they were knocked down by the plates and died on the spot, including the burly young man, with blood all over the floor.

This was Si Chen's first time killing someone, but he did not feel the slightest bit of discomfort. He was calm, as if he had just done something very ordinary, as simple as eating and drinking.

He had killed so many wild beasts in the small world before and had seen blood before.

"It's indeed not the same as before." Si Chen lowered his head and sighed. As a cultivator, killing is inevitable, but he didn't expect that his first kill would come so quickly.

"This is a cultivator from the Taoist secret realm!" Someone downstairs said in surprise when he saw this scene.

In the secret realm of the Taoist Palace, one can become the supreme elder in all the major caves. The national teacher of the Chu State is at this level, which is rarely seen by ordinary people.

"How could the people of Qingyu Sect be so blind? Now we are going to see something interesting."

"The person he just killed seems to be the chief disciple of Qingyu Sect. Tsk, Qingyu Sect will definitely fight him to the death now."

The people downstairs were very excited; they could never normally see such a good show.

The young man in blue woke up from his coma and was horrified when he saw this tragic scene.

"If it weren't for you, they wouldn't have died." Si Chen kicked the young man in blue downstairs again, killing him completely.

Si Chen walked downstairs and there was silence everywhere. The group of casual cultivators looked at this fierce man with fear and did not dare to speak.

After a few breaths, people from Qingyu Sect arrived, led by a bald old man and several cultivators from the other shore realm.

Looking at the body of the young man in blue downstairs, the bald old man was furious: "How dare you, you thief! How dare you kill my disciple in broad daylight."

At this moment, the body of the burly young man was also thrown down. The bald old man trembled and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

This was his grandson, a very talented young man who was deeply loved by him and the hope of their Qingyu Sect's generation, but now he is dead.

Si Chen was sitting upstairs, drinking tea leisurely.

The bald old man walked up the stairs and stared at Si Chen. At this point, there was nothing to say.

Several monks from the other side took out their weapons at the same time, shining with light, and attacked Si Chen.

But they couldn't get close to Si Chen at all. They didn't see him make a move, and the weapons fell one after another. The bald old man had a ferocious look on his face, and he used a killing move directly. Three "gods" wearing armors of various colors flew out of his Taoist palace, brandishing swords and knives, several meters high, and rushed towards Si Chen.

At the same time, a green sword flew out from his sea of ​​suffering and slammed towards Si Chen.
But Si Chen broke the sword with one hand without causing any damage.

There were three more gods rushing towards him aggressively. Si Chen flicked his fingers lightly, and three golden arrows of light were shot out, piercing through these gods in an instant.

The god was defeated, and the bald old man was immediately seriously injured. He didn't care about revenge anymore and turned around to escape.

Si Chen naturally couldn't let him go, and another arrow of light was fired instantly, piercing through the bald old man's body from behind.

The old man screamed and fell to the ground. The battle was over in a flash. The other monks from the other side looked at him with fear, and some even collapsed to the ground.

"The Qingyu Sect has hit a wall." Everyone downstairs thought so, this must be the successor of some great sect.

The battle was not over yet, and seven more figures landed and surrounded the teahouse.

They are all cultivators from the Taoist secret realm, and all of them are supreme elders of the Qingyu Sect.

The Qingyu Sect had ten supreme elders, two of whom stayed in the sect, one was just killed, and the rest are here.

"Seven Dao Palaces, doesn't Qingyu Sect have any cultivators from the Four Extreme Secret Realms? Don't come here to die, call your Sect Master over."

Si Chen was calm and composed, without any sense of pressure at all.

"Junior! No matter which force you come from, you are too arrogant to do this! Didn't your master teach you how to be a man?" A supreme elder scolded coldly.

"You were the ones who were arrogant first. I was just passing by and came to this teahouse to drink tea. I didn't do anything, but you wanted to take me down. Since you couldn't beat me, you started with etiquette. You said I was arrogant, it's really funny!" Si Chen almost laughed out loud.

These supreme elders looked at Si Chen with fear and did not take action. Firstly, Si Chen's fighting ability was extraordinary and they were afraid that they could not defeat him. Secondly, they were worried that he was the heir of some powerful force.

Daogong, who is only seventeen or eighteen years old, has such combat power, which cannot be cultivated by ordinary forces.

"What are you afraid of? I'm just a casual cultivator, why don't you act quickly!" Si Chen stood in the air, looking at them provocatively.

"What an arrogant tone! Do you really think you can handle the seven of us by yourself?" The hot-tempered Supreme Elder raised his eyebrows.

The more this happened, the more they dared not move. While the seven were hesitating, the headmaster of Qingyu Sect arrived. He was a middle-aged man in his forties, with black hair, long flowing beard, and eyes like lightning.

The headmaster of Qingyu Sect looked at the corpse in the teahouse, a trace of murderous intent flashed across his eyes. He said in a deep voice: "I wonder which sect you are the heir of? Can you tell us?"

"No sect or school." Si Chen answered casually.

"No matter which force he comes from, let's take him down first!" The head master was very decisive and asked seven people to take action together.

The seven people obeyed the order, summoned the gods and weapons in their bodies, formed a net, and trapped Si Chen in the middle.

There was a man wearing black iron armor, holding a long sword, and his whole body was as black as ink.

There was a man covered in red armor, bright red as if burning with flames, and holding a red sword in his hand.

He was wearing green armor, with scales that shone like a green dragon, and holding a spear in his hand.

One after another, gods flew into the sky and rushed towards Si Chen like an overwhelming force.

Si Chen's face was calm. He did not use any secret method recorded in the Sun Sutra. Instead, he used the purest physical strength and pressed forward with one hand.

An inconspicuous palm, with streaks of lightning, made the void rumble.

Just one hand had the power to crush mountains and rivers, and it crushed all the way.

These gods were wiped out one by one, and the seven supreme elders were also severely impacted, and all of them flew backwards.

(End of this chapter)