Fantasy: I'll do the hacking, and you'll suffer the side effects!

140: I’ll spare your life first! Bixi, son of the true dragon!Killing intent instantly solidified, a crimson aura permeated outwards, obscuring a ten-meter radius.

Such terrifying killing intent greatly shook Ah Ping and the others; merely touching a trace of it made them feel as if their minds were being controlled.

”Such dense killing intent, how many living beings must he have killed?” Cheng Weidong’s eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

Xu Qing was also a little surprised, but he suppressed the thought given Qin Han’s low cultivation.

”Naturally, we speak with our fists, but you are not yet a part of Listening Rain Pavilion, so you are not allowed to act recklessly.”

”Otherwise, the deacons of Listening Rain Pavilion will personally step in to clean up,” Xu Qing said.

”Since that’s the case, I’ll let you keep your dog life for now; I’ll come back for it later.” Qin Han retracted his killing intent, and the world once again returned to clarity.

It was as if nothing had happened.

The crowd found it hard to imagine that the astonishing killing intent just now had come from such a young Martial Artist standing before them.

In the Archaic Great Thousand World, which Martial Artist didn’t have a few lives on their hands?

Even those who considered themselves compassionate had personally slain many Yao Beasts and foreign races.

But they believed that their own killing intent was far inferior to the opponent’s, not even a tenth of it.

At this moment, everyone’s gaze towards Qin Han couldn’t help but change slightly.

From initial disdain to current astonishment.

”What a pity, I thought I’d get to see him fight that barbarian Xu Fengyi.”

”Xu Fengyi is not simple; he possesses the Barbarian God Tribe Bloodline, and although it’s thin, he has awakened a corner of the ancestral pattern, making his Physical Body comparable to a Barbarian Dragon.”

”I’ve seen him once punch a Prodigy of the same realm into oblivion; I hope this young man doesn’t follow in his footsteps.”

”Whether he can pass the test is still unknown; Listening Rain Pavilion has too many people, so some need to be reduced.”

The discussions of others entered Xu Fengyi’s ears without missing a word, and he was naturally proud.

His ancestors had intermarried with the Barbarian God Tribe, and although the Bloodline had thinned by his generation, it still possessed some powerful strength.

To be honest, he truly didn’t put most of the Martial Artists in Listening Rain Pavilion in his eyes, including Qin Han.

”Take my life?” Xu Fengyi laughed loudly, then his eyes turned cold and he said, ”Then I’ll wait for you here.”

”Hurry up and laugh a bit more; you won’t have the chance later,” Qin Han said slowly, then turned and left.

Xu Fengyi stared intently at Qin Han’s departing back, and for some reason, a sudden ominous premonition arose in his heart.

This thought was absurd to him, and he quickly steadied his mind, discarding this intuition.

Soon, the group arrived at the back hall of Listening Rain Pavilion, where a huge stone statue stood.

The statue was in the form of Bixi, the son of the True Dragon, standing a hundred zhang tall, with numerous ancient runes imprinted on it, exuding an immortal power.

”Another ancient ferocious beast?” Qin Han raised an eyebrow.

”Brother Qin, be careful with your words. Senior Bixi is the guardian god of Purple Sun Divine Palace; our ancestor fished him out of the Golden Scale River back then,” Ah Ping explained.

”You can even fish out a True Dragon descendant?” Qin Han’s heart trembled, as if he had discovered a new continent.

”The Golden Scale River nurtures all things; some people have even fished out a True God from it,” Ah Ping nodded.

If he had said this before, Qin Han would certainly have thought it was an exaggeration.

But now, after personally seeing the appearance of this great beast, the confusion and doubts in his heart completely disappeared.

That’s right, he believed it.

At this moment, a deacon of Purple Sun Divine Palace walked out from the back hall. Cheng Weidong quickly went forward and whispered in his ear, explaining the situation.

The deacon nodded slightly, scrutinized Qin Han for a few moments, then came to the statue and said, ”You must already be clear about the test.”

”If you succeed in the test, you can join Listening Rain Pavilion and represent Purple Sun Divine Palace in the Golden Scale Celebration.”