Chapter 1876: Chapter 1873: Three Slaps!
Boom!
Watching the earth-shattering saber, Xuan snorted coldly.
In the next moment, he extended his right hand and slapped out.
Lin Xuan’s hand was crystal clear, countless Sword Qi shooting out, transforming into True Dragons, intertwining, rushing forward.
Boom!
The massive hand swiftly collided with the blue Sword Light.
Crack, crack!
The sky was filled with shattering Sword Light.
This slap landed on Chen Yidao’s face, sending him flying.
Pfft!
Chen Yidao spat blood, his face swollen.
What?!
The crowd’s expressions changed.
Chen Yidao was actually slapped flying; how could this be possible!
He was a Quasi-Saint Child level Heavenly Pride! Exceptionally powerful, rarely meeting an equal at the same level.
But now, like swatting a fly, he was slapped away.
This scene was like a dream!
Is this your strength? It’s too weak!
With this little power, you dare come out to boast, truly not knowing the meaning of death! Lin Xuan sneered.
Courting death!
"Kill!"
Chen Yidao roared angrily, on the verge of madness.
As a Heavenly Pride, he was slapped away by someone?
His lungs were about to explode from rage.
Chen Yidao’s face was grim, silent, only swinging his Treasure ruthlessly.
The long saber descended, emanating a terrifying aura.
The blue Sword Light surged like a great river in the Void, pressing forward.
This saber was indeed terrifying, almost capable of cutting through anything.
Countless Sword Light’s crisscrossed in the air, shattering the Sword Light Lin Xuan emitted, then enveloping Lin Xuan.
Humph!
Lin Xuan snorted coldly, sending out another hand slap.
Thud!
Countless Sword and Saber Shadows were shattered by this slap.
It was like ten thousand horses galloping, a terrifying sound wave vibrating the Void.
The entire mountain range trembled, and in the sky above, a dazzling light burst forth.
And Chen Yidao’s face was slapped again.
His teeth shattered.
Ah!
I’m going to kill you!
Mad, Chen Yidao was completely mad!
Two slaps right on his face, this humiliation can only be washed away with the opponent’s blood.
Heavenly Blade Sect’s genius? Quasi-Saint Child level?
Daring to rebuke me?
It’s truly laughable!
Lin Xuan sneered, full of disdain.
"Heavenly God Blade Technique!"
Chen Yidao roared, performing the Absolute Skill of the Heavenly Blade Sect.
Thunder exploded, resonating through heaven and earth, terrifying blue Sword Light with unparalleled sharpness.
A massive Sword Light streaked across the sky, exhibiting extremely terrifying power, slaying all things.
As if nothing in the world could impede it.
This time, Chen Yidao was truly enraged. He swore to kill the opponent.
The Heavenly God Sword was the Absolute Skill of the Heavenly Blade Sect, extremely terrifying.
And the blue long saber in Chen Yidao’s hand was a very powerful Earth Rank Treasure, its power even approaching Earth-rank top-grade treasure.
Thus, the combat strength he was exhibiting was undoubtedly Quasi-Saint Child level.
Yet, still unable to challenge Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan strolled leisurely, effortlessly dodging waves of blue sabers, then swiftly counterattacking with his hand.
Facing Chen Yidao, he didn’t need to use full force, nor did he need to bring out the Nine Nether Demon Sword.
However, Chen Yidao was exceedingly furious.
The opponent’s light and casual demeanor infuriated him.
Anyone who fought him was all as if facing a great enemy, exerting full effort. Yet, the opponent was so composed and casual, he could hardly believe it.
He even suspected the opponent wasn’t using full strength.
"Kid, die!"
Chen Yidao roared, Sword Light flashing like autumn water, raising an endless storm.
Instantly, the terrifying Sword Light carried a full electric blue hurricane, advancing forward.
"Utter arrogance!"
Lin Xuan snorted coldly, sending out another hand slap.
Buzz!
The hand reached out simply and unadorned, as if an effortless slap.
Yet seeing this scene, the crowd was scared witless.
Because this hand had already slapped Chen Yidao away twice.
This time, could it hit again? The crowd didn’t know, all watching closely.
"Damn it!"
Seeing another slap coming, Chen Yidao shivered; he now has a psychological shadow.
For the seemingly ordinary hand had no apparent power, yet he couldn’t evade it.
This made him extremely shocked.
But this time, he must dodge.
Or being slapped thrice by the opponent, he might as well be dead.
"Tianhe Storm!"
Chen Yidao roared, the long saber rising again, forming a sky full of fierce winds.
Waves of blue tornadoes accompanied by Saber Light, cleaving forward.
Buzz!
The hand easily passed through myriad Saber Lights, reaching Chen Yidao’s front.
"No!"
Chen Yidao’s pupils shrank, dodging with full force.
He didn’t want to be slapped again.
Thud!
But in the next moment, he was still sent flying.
This time, all his teeth shattered, flesh and blood flew, his entire face was ruined.
His body fell to the ground like a broken kite.
The surrounding kings were all stunned.
What’s the situation, what kind of slap, why can’t Chen Yidao dodge?
Moreover, not dodging all three times?
Heavens! Who is this youth? How did he do it?
At this moment, everyone gazed at Lin Xuan, utterly shocked.
To know, Chen Yidao was the reserve Saint Son of the Heavenly Blade Sect!
Moreover, with a powerful treasure saber, perhaps only the true Saint Heir could defeat him.
But now, slapped three times brutally, directly beaten into serious injuries.
Incredibly hard to believe.
"Impossible! Damn it, I don’t believe it!"
Chen Yidao struggled to rise, furiously roaring.
He was mad, entirely mad.
Today, he lost face immensely.
Originally, he intended to act cool, rescue Fan Hengfei and that youth in Green Clothes, and even kill Lin Xuan.
But unexpectedly, he couldn’t save a single person, instead being slapped three times!
Disgrace! Endless disgrace!
Chen Yidao wished to find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
"What now, still arrogant?" Lin Xuan casually asked.
Feeling Lin Xuan’s cold gaze, Chen Yidao shivered.
The opponent was definitely a Demon! An existence he couldn’t provoke.
So, in the next moment, he quickly shook his head: "I was wrong, I had eyes but couldn’t recognize the mountain, offended you."
"I’ll leave now."
Saying this, he hurriedly fled.
The crowd was in uproar, unable to believe it.
Think of how forceful Chen Yidao was upon arrival, like a War God descending from heaven, putting no one in his eyes.
Yet now, like a stray dog, swiftly retreating.
Such immense contrast, incredibly hard to believe.
Humph!
Lin Xuan snorted coldly, no longer paying attention because he had something even more important to do now.
He secretly communicated to the Dark Red Divine Dragon, Rascal Dragon, come forth, it’s about time, we can begin.
The surrounding crowd was growing, and it seemed those farther away couldn’t arrive for a while.
Thus Lin Xuan prepared to start the exhibition.
He naturally wouldn’t intervene himself.
Previously, he planned to let the Sword God Illusion act, but the Dark Red Divine Dragon volunteered.
Initially, Lin Xuan was worried, as the emergence of the Dark Red Divine Dragon might lead to associations with him.
However, when he saw that the Dark Red Divine Dragon could transform into a human form, Lin Xuan’s concerns vanished completely.
Because no one had seen the transformed appearance of the Dark Red Divine Dragon.
