Chapter 569

Qin Chen gazed at the Heavenly Work Elder. He sensed a faint killing intent emanating from the Elder, accompanied by a strong, murderous aura that made him feel uncomfortable. He frowned, his eyes icy, and remained silent.

Seeing Qin Chen's silence, the Heavenly Work Elder's face darkened. "What? You still refuse to admit your mistake?" the Elder scoffed, his voice booming like thunder throughout the hall.

A mocking smile touched Qin Chen's lips. "Admit a mistake? What mistake have I, Qin Chen, made?" he retorted, his voice calm yet filled with an overbearing confidence that seemed to disdain the world.

Hearing this, the Heavenly Work Elder's eyes blazed with fury. "Arrogant!" he roared, and a terrifying pressure erupted from him, pressing down on Qin Chen like a towering mountain. Qin Chen remained completely unmoving, allowing the pressure to wash over him as if it had no effect whatsoever. His expression was composed, even bearing a hint of faint mockery. "Before me, Qin Chen, you have no right to be arrogant," he stated calmly, his voice not loud, but every word resonated with undeniable force.

The Heavenly Work Elder's face turned livid. He had never expected Qin Chen to be so audacious. After all, he was an Elder of Heavenly Work, holding a revered position, and his power had reached the Martial Saint realm. In the entire Heaven Realm, very few could contend with him. Yet now, Qin Chen dared to act so brazenly in his presence.

"Good, very good!" the Heavenly Work Elder laughed with rage. "Since you're so stubborn, then I shall give you a proper lesson today!" He suddenly stepped forward, and an even more terrifying pressure erupted from him. This time, the pressure was more condensed, almost tangible, forming visible ripples that surged towards Qin Chen.

Qin Chen remained completely unfazed. His figure stood ramrod straight, like a spear, allowing the waves of pressure to crash against him, yet he remained steadfast. He didn't even spare the Heavenly Work Elder a glance. This demeanor thoroughly infuriated the Heavenly Work Elder.

"You little mongrel, you court death!" the Heavenly Work Elder roared, his right hand shooting out fiercely to seize Qin Chen. His palm, like an eagle's talon, shone with a chilling glint, tearing through the air with a piercing sonic boom. This grab held terrifying power, enough to easily rip a mountain apart.

Qin Chen's eyes flashed, and he finally moved. He raised his right hand and unleashed a punch. This punch was utterly unremarkable, devoid of any flashy techniques or profound mysteries—simply the most basic straight punch. Yet, it was this simple strike that contained world-shattering power.

Boom!

Qin Chen's fist collided ferociously with the Heavenly Work Elder's palm. A deafening boom reverberated throughout the entire hall. Terrifying shockwaves, centered around the two, surged outwards in all directions. The entire hall trembled violently under the impact of this immense force.

The Heavenly Work Elder's face instantly contorted, his eyes wide with horror. He had never imagined Qin Chen's physical body could be so formidable. His own body had been forged by Heavenly Work's secret techniques, as hard as iron, immovable even by other Martial Saint realm experts. Yet now, he had been forced back several steps by a single punch from Qin Chen. What's more, a powerful counter-force emanated from Qin Chen's fist, numbing his palm and tearing open the web of his hand, which was now gushing with blood. This was simply unbelievable!

"You... your physical body..." The Heavenly Work Elder stared at Qin Chen in utter shock, his lips trembling, unable to utter a word.

Qin Chen withdrew his fist, his expression serene, as if nothing had happened. He said calmly, "This is the difference."