This slap completely stunned everyone.
Slapping someone is a rare act among martial artists; you'd almost never see a powerful martial artist get slapped in their entire life—even if they were killed, it's unheard of.
This isn't about insult; it's about how much stronger one must be to slap someone.
Masters don't play games; it's a life-or-death struggle. They can't afford the slightest carelessness. Why would they slap someone? If they had that ability, they'd just kill them.
Therefore, being able to slap someone means being far, far stronger than them.
Qin Chuan is much stronger than the King of Western Qin?
Almost everyone present found it hard to believe. Qin Chuan, a young man—a real young man, not someone with great cultivation but young—yet this young man easily slapped the King of Western Qin.
The King of Western Qin was furious. He was truly going mad. For so many years, who was he? The ruler of a nation, a powerful and supreme being! Now, he had been slapped by a young man. If word got out, he would be finished as king. The King
of Western Qin's face was swollen from the slap. Qin Chuan seemed to have entered a strange state, a wondrous, magical footwork influenced by arrays and their divine positions, allowing him to move as if traversing different dimensions.
This feeling was strange and unpleasant, yet his opponent couldn't dodge it. Like an alien, the attack struck him directly when he was detected.
Qin Chuan was excited. This was divine footwork! It possessed the trajectory of the Dao, inseparable from arrays, the divine sense of the Heavenly Dao, and so on. It allowed for small-scale spatial movement and traversal. Those who didn't understand the Dao were utterly helpless.
Qin Chuan was thrilled. This was the Divine Dao Footwork!
The Divine Dao Footwork!
With this Divine Step, his combat power was incredibly enhanced. As long as the opponent had no way to counter it, they would be utterly powerless against him. Killing them would be too easy.
Qin Chuan never expected to have such an opportunity; it was truly powerful. At least for now, it could be considered a divine skill among divine skills, its power unimaginable. Without a way to defend against it, the opponent could only take the beating, and even that was impossible to prevent.
With this ability, Qin Chuan feared no one. The opponent was utterly insignificant, utterly powerless. If the opponent still didn't know his place, killing him would be as easy as turning his hand.
*Thump!*
The King of Western Qin knelt on the ground. He was a shrewd man; killing him was easy, and yet this man had dared to covet his woman. Perhaps not killing him now was too lenient, allowing him to die immediately.
Therefore, his only way to survive was to give the opponent enough face, while he himself had to appear weak and incompetent, cowardly, so cowardly that the opponent felt killing him would be shameful.
Only by reaching this level could he possibly survive.
So the King of Western Qin knelt down without any regard for his image and kowtowed, saying, "You are a magnanimous man, I was blind, I was wrong, please just let me go!"
Qin Chuan was taken aback, looking at the other party with amusement. He quickly understood the other party's thoughts; he simply wanted Ang to live. Killing someone is just a matter of a head falling to the ground, and unless it's truly irreversible, he naturally wouldn't exterminate them.
Besides, Qin Chuan still had a use for him. To make the Heavenly Kingdom better and stronger, it needed helpers, and money laundering was naturally one of the best. And since he was powerless to intimidate him today, he probably wouldn't dare to have any more restless thoughts.
"Do you want to live or die?" Qin Chuan said calmly.
"I want to live, I want to live, please spare me, spare me this once, I'll do whatever you want, I'll follow your lead from now on, even if you want me to die, I won't even flinch," the King of Western Qin quickly said.
I've seen spineless people, but never one this spineless. But sometimes that's how it is: if you have backbone, the price is death; if you lack backbone, you're looked down upon and hated by everyone, yet miraculously you survive.
Qin Chuan now truly felt the power of this kneeling. If your opponent is ruthless and uses begging for mercy to take your life, you can easily kill them without a second thought.
But this person truly submits, accepts their fate—a man's knees are worth gold—and has knelt down. Many people wouldn't kill them then.
However, many people agree on eliminating the root of the problem, although it's difficult because it's impossible to eradicate completely. Besides, killing them is often the best option. History is full of examples of people being too lenient, letting tigers return to the mountains, only to have them return years later.
Those who once looked down on him often try to beg for mercy, after all, he spared them before. But at this point, tragedy usually strikes; they die a horrible death, their roots completely wiped out.
Qin Chuan naturally wouldn't kill him, nor was he afraid of his rise to power. The other man was intelligent; he knew he could never catch up to him in this lifetime, and the gap between them would only widen.
"I can spare you, but do you know what to do?" Qin Chuan asked.
The King of Western Qin's eyes flickered, and upon seeing the Empress, he instantly understood and quickly nodded, "I understand, I understand. Don't worry, as long as I remain the King of Western Qin, I will protect the Heavenly Kingdom."
His words carried weight.
Qin Chuan smiled; this was exactly the effect he wanted. He needed a few capable subordinates. Even if they couldn't be friends, a superior-subordinate relationship was enough; they would feel comfortable, and so would he.
Therefore, this kind of person needed a combination of punishment and reward to intimidate him. At
this moment, Qin Chuan looked at the King of Northern Elephant Kingdom. When he saw Qin Chuan looking at him, his body trembled, seemingly struggling. At this moment, Qin Chuan didn't move much, but instead slapped him hard across the face.
*Crack!*
An arm snapped!
Having come all this way, he was still so ungrateful. Did he really think he was a bodhisattva who wouldn't kill?
*Thump!
* The King of Northern Elephant Kingdom immediately knelt down, covered in cold sweat, whether from pain or fear, it was hard to tell.
"Spare me, spare me! I know what to do now." The King of Northern Elephant Kingdom suddenly realized the reality.
Qin Chuan looked at him calmly: "I suddenly don't want you to do anything for me anymore."
The King of Northern Elephant Kingdom trembled violently, even prostrating himself before Qin Chuan, kowtowing repeatedly until blood appeared, but he dared not stop.
Because he now knew that his life could be taken by the other party at any moment.
"Get up. I really didn't take you seriously. People like you will only widen the gap between us. Killing you will always be as easy as turning my hand. This is the last chance. Don't say I didn't give you a chance next time." Qin Chuan's voice was very calm.
"Yes, yes, I understand, I understand. Thank you for sparing my life, sir." The King of Northern Elephant Kingdom thanked him gratefully.