Chapter 1973: Chapter 1963: The Azure-Robed Warrior, Zhan Wutian!
"Listen up, everyone at Beiming Mansion! Release the demon. Everyone will be spared. If you remain obstinate, we will flatten Beiming Mansion!"
In the distant sky, a middle-aged man in green shouted loudly towards Beiming Mansion, his voice like rolling thunder, echoing throughout the entire mansion.
Almost everyone in Beiming Mansion could hear his voice clearly...
"Well, let’s see if you have the skill to do so!"
Suddenly... as soon as the green-clad man’s voice fell, another voice suddenly echoed not far from him.
"Swoosh~" A black shadow flashed. A pair of eerie black wings spread in mid-air, swooping down like a swift black electric flash. A giant black wing suddenly covered, directly attacking the speaking middle-aged man.
"Take this wing of mine first!"
Jia Zhenjing arrived!
With eerie wings spread, carving a series of black shadows in the air, and immediately, hundreds of feather blades like fine steel covered the sky.
Shoo shoo shoo... shoo shoo shoo... shoo shoo shoo...
Ling Li’s feather blades poured down like a torrential rain, then rushed aggressively towards the green-clad man.
The green-clad man didn’t react in time and was instantly enveloped by the feather blades unleashed by Jia Zhenjing.
Facing the boundless feather blades, the man threw a dominant punch into the sky.
"Boom!"
Countless fist lights tore through the void, the burst energy covering the sky. But the feather blades unleashed by Jia Zhenjing were already nearing him, making his punch seem somewhat in vain.
"Damn, you big bastard!" Jia Zhenjing sneered. What’s the use of throwing a punch into the sky?
But he hadn’t been amused for long when his smile stiffened because after the opponent’s punch into the sky, the resulting energy seemed to have some magic power, immobilizing all the feather blades he shot out.
"Clang clang" All the feather blades seemed to be in a state of ethereal stillness, trembling constantly in the void, producing a piercing metallic clanging sound.
"What the hell is this!" Jia Zhenjing, swept over, was first stunned. Could it be that this guy is a Domain Master? Or a Space Master?
No! Impossible. If he were a Domain Master, he could directly absorb all those feathers with his domain. He merely immobilized these feather blades, which means he’s not a Domain Master but possibly a Self-made Space Master.
"Your grandpa’s grandma’s grandpa, I thought you were some big shot. Making such a loud bluff, trying to scare me? Eat my sword, then."
Saying this, the wings behind him instantly dissipated, condensing into a flashing black big broadsword.
This is his Artifact Beast Totem, which can either become wings of a Beast Totem or transform wings into an Artifact Totem. Its lethality isn’t particularly strong, but it’s better than nothing. His cultivation has significantly increased during this period, making him a top Self-made Space Master. What’s even more impressive is that he has the constitution of the strongest Sub-Saint. With the right chance, achieving the level of Domain Master or even becoming the Eastern King isn’t out of reach.
Years of accumulation have prepared Jia Zhenjing for everything, just waiting for the right moment.
"Clown, who dares to come forward and court death at a time like this? Then let me fulfill your wish!"
The green-clad man’s cold lips curled into a slightly evil smile. In a flash, like a spirit swallow, he darted across the void. Without any weapon in his hands, he dared to confront Jia Zhenjing’s broadsword with his domineering iron fist. What kind of brilliantly talented person is this?
"Kill!"
Jia Zhenjing roared loudly, holding the broadsword, and moved quickly. Despite the rapidity, he stepped casually across the courtyard. In one step, he moved to within ten steps of the green-clad man. Wielding the sword, he slashed continuously. The swordsmanship was like a coiling dragon, the sword movement like a fierce tiger. The sword tip carried a devouring force. If hit by this sword, even if not dead, it would at least shed a layer of skin.
"Bang!"
The green-clad man’s expression remained unchanged, casting a punch to collide fiercely with the broadsword, yet he did not fall behind.
"Whoa! Another outstanding person!"
Jia Zhenjing was knocked back several meters by the recoil, the grip of his sword hand felt a tingling numbness. He was wielding a sword while the opponent was using an iron fist. This show of power was truly impressive.
"It seems the Holy Hall doesn’t lack strong figures either. I didn’t expect you to be the strongest Sub-Saint!" The man disguisedly shook his fist lightly. Clashing with the broadsword, it would be strange if it didn’t hurt. He wasn’t some great immortal.
"What the heck do you care if I’m the strongest Sub-Saint. Come on, your fists are tough, aren’t they? Come on. I’ll slice your meat fists with my broadsword! Your grandpa’s grandma’s father."
"You!" The green-clad man was burning with anger from being insulted, too arrogant a moment ago, and now being cursed as well. What a humiliation.
"What do you mean, ’you’? I thought you were something impressive, but it turns out you’re just so-so. Who can’t put on a front? If you want to act, just show me some real skills, will you?" In terms of verbal sparring, Jia Zhenjing and pretty boys dared to claim the second; hardly anyone dared to claim first.
The green-clad man was previously arrogant and fierce, and now felt extremely humiliated. His eyes flashed with a chilling light, his fists clenched until they crackled, and he exhaled heavily through his nostrils. He was the newly appointed Sect Master of the War God Sect.
Zhan Wutian!
His cultivation directly reached the Eighth Layer Heaven of the Sub-Saint! Just half a step away from the Eastern King, naturally giving him the reason for his arrogance. But unfortunately, he was not the strongest Sub-Saint. He had gotten too arrogant.
This person cultivated the War God Technique. The more he fought, the braver he became. His primordial energy was abundant, also being a rarely seen genius of astonishing talent over the years.
But today, he encountered Jia Zhenjing, a figure who was also a remarkably brilliant individual over the years.
Within the Blazing Angel Organization, his potential closely followed after the Holy War. Once erupted, he might even immediately reach the status of the Eastern King.
"Boom boom boom!" In the distant sky, Liu Jiuhuang and Qing Fu had already entered the battle. Facing them were people from the two sects. Nangong Bing defended Beiming Mansion. One came, one killed! Kill all who set foot into Beiming Mansion!
This was the final battle. If Beiming Mansion could be preserved, the power structure within the mortal world of Huaxia would surely be rewritten, composing a new legend of the Holy Hall and Beiming.
"Fight fight fight!"
Inflamed, Zhan Wutian opened his mouth to roar furiously, swinging his fist once more towards Jia Zhenjing.
"Still daring to use only fists, then I’ll use the sword to shave those rotten fists of yours. Let’s see if your fists are hard or my sword is sharp."
Swoosh~ All feather blades that were immobilized scattered all over the sky, having no damaging effect on Zhan Wutian. On the contrary, Jia Zhenjing confronted with a punch, the broadsword tearing through the void. One horizontal slash. With a bang, the sword tip clashed once again with the opposing iron fist.
Clang~
Sparks flew, the broadsword didn’t break, and the opponent’s fist didn’t seem hurt. Whether it hurt or not, only he would know in his heart.
"Does it hurt? If not, come again!"
Jia Zhenjing spat ferociously, the broadsword trembling, the numb feeling in his hand even more pronounced.
(Everyone, cast more votes. Why not use the free recommendation tickets? Why not cast monthly tickets?)
Comments