As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.
Who dares to be so bold as to deliver a coffin to the Qin family in front of so many big bosses?
And it’s a thin-skinned coffin!
Everyone looked over and saw four imposing men carrying a white coffin outside the Qin family's old house.
When the representatives of the major families looked at it, they all showed shocked expressions.
"They are the four famous catchers in Jiangnan!"
"The most capable general under King Jiangnan, it is said that his strength is even greater than that of the master of the Temple of War!"
"The four of them are inseparable and are good at combined attacks. It is said that they had several moves with the Chinese Martial God back then!"
The Martial God of the Chinese Kingdom, the being with the highest combat power in the Chinese Kingdom.
There can be many gods of war, and there can be many kings of hell.
But there is only one Chinese God of War in each era!
Today's Chinese Martial God keeps a low profile, and almost no one knows his origins.
But as long as the Chinese Martial God takes action, there is nothing he can't do.
Back then, the two empires had a dispute over a piece of territory, and a world war was almost about to break out. At the critical moment, it was the Chinese God of War who took action and controlled all the elites of the two countries.
That's right, not beheading, but more difficult control!
That battle shocked even the two empires, and they finally chose to shake hands and make peace!
No one knows what happened, but everyone knows that it was all done by the Chinese Martial God.
It can be said that in the entire country of China, the intimidating power of the word "Martial God" is almost as strong as that of the king.
The fact that the four famous catchers in the south of the Yangtze River can compete with the God of War and escape unscathed is enough to illustrate their strength!
No one expected that King Jiangnan would send them here. It seemed that King Jiangnan valued Qin Chuan far more than everyone expected.
But when everyone thought about it carefully, they felt relieved.
The power Qin Chuan displayed should not be underestimated.
If the King of Jiangnan didn't want to embarrass himself in his own territory, it would make sense to send out four famous arresters.
Qin Chuan looked at the four people carrying the coffin with cold eyes.
"King Jiangnan didn't come, but sent four of your lackeys here. Are you scared?"
"Be bold!"
"presumptuous!"
"Prince Jiangnan has a lot of official duties. How can he have time to mess around with people like you? The few of us are enough!"
"Qin Chuan, today is the death anniversary of your Qin family, and it is also your death anniversary! We let you escape three years ago, and today we will send you to hell and meet your parents!"
With that said, Leng Feng, one of the four famous arresters, threw the thin-skinned coffin on his shoulders.
The thin-skinned coffin was like a cannonball, heading straight for Qinchuan with a harsh sound of wind.
"Master, don't panic, I will challenge you!"
A man in a black suit rushed out and beat the coffin into powder with a wave of his hand.
After landing firmly, the man walked straight towards the four famous arresters.
This person's name is Tian Ming, an elite from Lingxiao Pavilion.
I came here today, intending to show off in front of Qin Chuan.
"Tian Ming, come back!"
Bai Yanran's expression changed and she hurriedly spoke to stop him, but it was too late.
Tian Ming had already moved quickly to Leng Feng. Two spikes slipped from his cuffs into his hands. His hands flew up, combining virtual and real, and countless spikes stabbed Leng Feng in front of him.
"The pearl of a grain of rice also emits brilliance? Kneel down for me!"
As he spoke, a cold light flashed through, and Tian Ming's hands were chopped off.
Blood suddenly spurted out.
"ah……"
Tian Ming screamed and was kicked out by Leng Feng.
This scene made everyone's hearts beat wildly.
Tian Ming was one of the top Tianji masters in Lingxiao Pavilion, but he couldn't even get past Leng Feng, the weakest among the four famous catchers.
Moreover, only a few people present could clearly see Leng Feng's path.
Most people just felt that Leng Feng's attack was over for a moment.
So strong!
Representatives of the major families swallowed their saliva one after another.
This fighting power is completely different from what Qin Chuan encountered before!
What's more, Leng Feng is still the weakest among them, and the four of them haven't even shown their combined attack skills yet!
Now, Qin Chuan is in danger!
Even Bai Yanran's expression began to become serious.
The eyes of the great imperial masters were also much more serious.
Leng Feng kicked the severed hand in front of him back to Tian Ming, and then looked at Qin Chuan contemptuously.
"Do you guys have that much strength? I thought I could just have fun with you. It's so boring!"
"You bastard, I'll fight you!"
Several imperial masters stood up one after another and stared at Leng Feng angrily.
At this time, the other three of the four famous arresters, Wu Qing, Mei Niang and Fu Tu, also stood up.
The aura emitted by the four people standing side by side was comparable to that of the Emperor of China.
For a moment, everyone seemed to feel like they were in the center of a whirlpool. The auras of both sides kept colliding, making them like a small boat swaying in the wind and waves.
These guys are indeed monsters!
However, the people on Qin Chuan's side were not vegetarians. After the auras of the two sides collided, a delicate balance was formed.
But at this moment, the balance was broken.
With a sneer, a man in a white suit appeared next to the four famous arresters.
With the appearance of this person, the temperature in the air seemed to drop a lot, and the suffocating evil aura hit his face like a tsunami.
"Yes...it's the White-faced King of Hell!"
"This guy has returned to China!"
"It seems like something happened to the Palace of Hell, and he can't sit still anymore."
"I have long said that the Palace of Hell is not so easy to mess with. The strength of the White-faced Lord of Hell is far greater than that of the Black-faced Lord of Hell!"
"Qin Chuan is really in danger now."
Originally, relying on the power of Lingxiao Pavilion, the Yan family, and the major imperial masters, Qinchuan still had a chance to compete with King Jiangnan.
But with the appearance of the White-faced King of Hell, everyone felt that Qin Chuan had no chance of winning.
Because in addition to his own strength, the White-Faced King of Hell also has eighteen terrifyingly powerful Hell Judges!
They respectively control eighteen super teams with the power to destroy countries, and they are inseparable from the white-faced King of Hell.
Since the White-faced King of Hell has appeared here, these eighteen squads must be ambushing around!
"Are you Qin Chuan?"
The white-faced King of Hell looked at Qin Chuan coldly.
"it's me."
"Haha, I thought he was some great guy, but he turned out to be a young boy. Let me ask you, were you the one who destroyed the Beihai branch of our Palace of Hell?"
"it's me."
"Very good. Since you admit it, I won't say anything more. I'll give you two ways. First, surrender to me, and second, be tortured to death by me!"
Qin Chuan chuckled: "Then I will give you two ways."
"Huh? Tell me."
"First, you commit suicide in front of me. Second, I put a little effort into killing you."
"Hahaha..." The white-faced King of Hell laughed angrily.
"Qin Chuan, I am a person who loves talents. I think it is a pity that you should die like this. I originally wanted to give you some opportunities, but now it seems that you don't need them anymore!"
