C1078 Silverbrake Spear
However, Wang Er Chui had already reached the Half-Saint Stage. He was much stronger than Ling Yun and Yue Lai-sister.
"Shut up."
The next moment, something Wang Er Chui didn't expect happened.
Almost at the same time as Wang Er Chui finished speaking, Ling Jian, who was opposite him, suddenly raised his head and waved his hand. Instantly, an invisible force flew out from his palm towards Wang Er Chui.
Pah.
Immediately, a crisp sound of a slap could be heard from the Great Void Palace Hall. This sound was quite loud and clear.
Then, whether it was the people of the Great Void Palace Lord or Wang Xuan and the others, they all saw Wang Er Chui's body flying out of the hall like a cannonball.
"Impudent brat, how dare you speak to me like that!"
Ling Jian's voice had also become extremely cold.
It could be said that Ling Jian didn't give Wang Er Chui any face when he attacked.
After all, when Wang Erchu spoke, he didn't take Ling Jian seriously either.
However, he was actually slapped away by Ling Jian. Ling Jian was only in the late stage of the Heavenly Judgment Stage. After being slapped away by Ling Jian, it wouldn't be easy for him to get back his face.
Wang Er Chui's face was extremely dark.
"How is this possible!" Wang Xuan's eyes were also filled with shock. He withdrew his gaze, because even he had not been able to capture any traces of Ling Jian's previous attack.
One must know that Wang Er Chui's cultivation was much higher than Ling Jian's.
Under such circumstances, how could Ling Jian be able to send Wang Er Chui flying with a single slap!
He couldn't figure it out. Even he couldn't figure it out. His Jing and Mai disciples couldn't figure it out either.
His two disciples had reached the middle stage of the Saint Origin Stage a long time ago. Even in the entire East Tai-Tian Sky, they were considered as powerful figures.
However, Ling Jian's attack made them feel like they couldn't dodge it. It was like they couldn't dodge it at all.
Although Ling Jian's attack seemed to be just a simple slap, the profoundness behind it was not something that normal cultivators in the late stage of the Saint Origin Stage could see through.
"Good, brat, you have guts to use a sneak attack."
However, Wang Er Chui, who was involved, didn't notice it. He could only feel it. Ling Jian's attack had brought him a lot of unfriendly scenes.
The side of his face that had been hit by Ling Jian also had a bright red and sunken palm print at this moment. It was extremely eye-catching just by looking at it.
"Master!"
"Palace Master Taixu!"
At this moment, Wang Er Chui forcefully suppressed the fury in his heart. After which, his eyes looked towards Wang Xuan and Palace Master Taixu.
"I request to fight with this brat. Master, Palace Master, please grant my request!" Wang Er Chui said with battle intent.
When he said it, he didn't even think about it. He just said it. The only thought left in his mind was to defeat Ling Jian right away, or even hurt him badly.
That was the only way he could get back the face he had lost.
"Haha, Taixu, look at this disciple of mine. What do you think?"
Wang Xuan smiled. As Wang Er Chui's master, he naturally wouldn't refuse. Although he was surprised by Ling Jian's attack, he thought Wang Er Chui was too careless.
If the two were in a normal fight, the result wouldn't be like this.
However, after hearing Wang Xuan's words, the Grand Illusionary Palace Master's expression became weird.
Did Wang Er Chui not want to live anymore? He actually wanted to challenge Ling Jian?
After all, even the Ancient Heavenly Shadow Sacred Throne was killed by Ling Jian, and Wang Er Chui was only a half step into the Saint Realm. To challenge Ling Jian was no different from courting death.
The Grand Illusionary Palace Master also raised his head to look at Ling Jian and was about to speak.
However, at this moment, Ling Jian suddenly spoke.
"Of course there's a problem with challenging me." Ling Jian's voice made Wang Er Chui happy. He was worried that Ling Jian wouldn't agree to his challenge.
"However, I usually won't show mercy when I fight because there's a high chance of me dying."
At this moment, Ling Jian added. His voice was quite calm as he spoke.
After Ling Jian spoke, Wang Er Chui couldn't help narrowing his eyes.
"Humph, you want to fight to the death with me? Fine, I agree." Wang Er Chui's voice was incomparably cold as he spoke.
After hearing what Ling Jian said, Wang Er Chui's face revealed a hint of joy.
He was secretly happy. At the same time, he was thinking about what would happen after he killed Ling Jian.
Under normal circumstances, even if he did, he wouldn't dare to kill Ling Jian, who was from the Great Void Palace.
However, after hearing what Ling Jian said, he felt that there was no need to worry anymore.
If they really had a fight to the death, even if he killed Ling Jian, the Great Void Palace wouldn't dare to say anything.
"Hmph, if you want to fight to the death, then hurry up and attack."
Ling Jian spoke indifferently. His expression and tone were quite calm. There wasn't even a trace of nervousness on his face.
This action of Ling Jian immediately caused Wang Er Chui's expression to change slightly. However, he quickly reacted and suddenly slapped the Qiankun bag on his waist. A silver light flashed and it instantly turned into a silver spear in front of him.
"Holy Grade Soul Treasure!"
The expressions of everyone present changed when they saw the grade of the silver spear.
Although it was only a normal Sacred item, it was still a Sacred item no matter how normal it was. Right now, Wang Erchu's cultivation was only at the half-step Saint level. It was already incredible for him to have such a treasure.
"Palace Lord, if I can't take it back, I hope you won't take it to heart."
At this moment, Wang Er Chui didn't forget to speak to the Grand Illusionary Palace Master.
The Grand Illusionary Palace Master nodded his head when he heard this. However, he couldn't help but mourn for Wang Er Chui in his heart.
The Sacred Throne of the White Stone and the Sacred Throne of the Sage of the Sage of the Sage of the Sage of the Sage of the Sage of the Sage of the Sage of the Sage of the Sage of the Sage of the Sage of the Sage of the Sage of the Sage of the Sage of the Sage of the White Stone were thinking the same thing.
"Remember, the person who killed you is Wang Erchu, the third disciple of Saint Wang Xuan."
Wang Er Chui said coldly. As soon as he finished speaking, he charged toward Ling Jian with his spear.
Shu ~ ~ ~
The power of the sacred treasure, coupled with Wang Er Chui's powerful cultivation, made Wang Er Chui couldn't help bursting out with a terrifying aura that kept spreading around the Great Void Hall.
Even the cultivators who were at the early stage of the Saint Origin Stage felt a little scared when they felt the overwhelming aura.
To be able to become Wang Xuan's third disciple, Wang Er Chui indeed had his own outstanding aspects.
Just based on the power of this spear, even a normal half step into the Saint realm wouldn't be a match for Wang Er Chui.
However, even though everyone thought that Wang Erchu's spear was extremely powerful, in Ling Jian's eyes, this level of power was nothing to worry about.
At this moment, he only glanced indifferently at Wang Er Chui's spear, which was coming at him. He stood where he was and didn't move an inch.
"It seems he must have been scared silly."
One of Wang Xuan's disciples said. He thought Ling Jian might have given up.
Although he did not think that Wang Er Chui's spear was weak, he knew that since Wang Er Chui was only a half-Saint, he was unable to use his full strength. However, if he did not resist at all, even he would not dare to be so careless.
Ling Jian's cultivation hadn't even reached the Saint level. Unless a miracle happened under this spear, he wouldn't be able to dodge it even if he had ten lives.
"Just watch. Everything is just a guess before the end."
After saying that, a faint smile appeared on his face.
Because Ling Jian obviously wouldn't give up.
He just didn't really care about Wang Er Chui.
It was at this moment that Wang Er Chui's spear finally arrived in front of Ling Jian. Just as the spear was about to pierce through Ling Jian's body, Ling Jian merely extended his hand and pointed his finger at the spear.
The reason why a treasure can be called a treasure is that it has intelligence, which is one thing, but it also has a lot of room for improvement in the combat power of cultivators.
On the other hand, a spiritual treasure was much harder than a cultivator's body.
At this moment, as Ling Jian pointed out his finger, his finger hit the spear.
Seeing this, Wang Er Chui's face showed a cold smile. He looked extremely cruel.
Ling Jian actually took his spear with his bare hands. In his opinion, it was no different from courting death!
After all, his spear was a true Holy Grade Spiritual Treasure. Although it was at the bottom of the Holy Grade Spiritual Treasures, it was still a Holy Grade Spiritual Treasure.
Ling Jian actually dared to use his body to fight against a Sacred Treasure. Unless his body was as strong as a Sacred Body, he was just courting death.
Wang Erchu wasn't the only one who thought this way. Even Wang Xuan's two disciples at the middle stages of the Saint level were puzzled by Ling Jian's actions.
Although it wasn't impossible, cultivators had to have extremely strong bodies to do this.
Ling Jian was only in the late stage of the Heavenly Judgment Stage, while the long spear in Wang Erchu's hand was a real holy treasure!
The two weren't on the same level at all.
Boom!
The next moment, a low rumbling sound suddenly spread out from the entire Great Void Hall along with the collision between the two of them.
However, as the sound of the explosion spread out, something that surprised everyone happened. As the sound of the explosion spread out, there was no violent fluctuation of spiritual power at all.
At this moment, many gazes were cast over in different directions. After which, they looked at the spot where Ling Jian had exchanged blows with the long spear. They saw that Ling Jian's finger had landed on the spot where the long spear was. There was a circular ripple continuously spreading out with his finger as the center.
This scene gave off a strong visual contrast. It was as if Ling Jian's finger wasn't touching the silver spear but the surface of a calm lake.
Not only that, as Ling Jian pointed out his finger, not only did Wang Erchu's silver spear not move forward at all, it didn't even contain any explosive spiritual power.
"How... How is this possible?"
Wang Erchu's eyes were wide open when he saw this scene. He couldn't believe it at all.
What did he see?
He saw that Ling Jian was actually able to take on the Sacred Spiritual Treasure with his physical body.
"Impossible!" However, Wang Er Chui was still in shock. As he was in disbelief, he heard Ling Jian's indifferent words.
"Break."
Then, Wang Er Chui was even more shocked to see that the spear in his hand started to crack at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Crack, crack."
The sound of the spear breaking couldn't help but reach Wang Er Chui's ears.
At this moment, Wang Er Chui was completely stunned.
He saw that the spear in his hand started to crack and then kept breaking like a piece of broken glass.
"Kacha, kacha."
The sound of something breaking kept resounding in the air, and it was getting louder and louder. However, Ling Jian's eyes were extremely calm. His fingers were still on the same spot, and he didn't move at all.
Wang Er Chui's face was frozen. He could only watch as the cracks on the silver spear spread to his palm. At that moment, an invisible force swept toward his skull.
This invisible wave of energy didn't even give Wang Er Chui a chance to react. It directly hit the top of Wang Er Chui's head.
Shua!
The spiritual power inside Wang Er Chui's body started to melt like ice and snow meeting lava. When the spiritual power disappeared, the wings of spiritual power behind him disappeared.
Without the spiritual power wings to support his body, Wang Er Chui couldn't continue to fight Ling Jian in the air. He was like a meteorite falling down from the sky.
"Oh no, Er Chui."
A disciple of Wang Xuan exclaimed. He quickly reached out and caught Wang Er Chui's body.
He quickly looked at Wang Er Chui's forehead and saw that there was a hole the size of a finger in Wang Er Chui's forehead. Blood was flowing out of the hole.
"Ahh!"
The disciple exclaimed. He didn't expect Wang Er Chui to be dead.
"Master, not good! Er Chui has been killed!"
The disciple hurriedly said to Wang Xuan behind him. However, his face had turned extremely pale.
On the side, Wang Xuan had already sensed that Wang Er Chui's life force was gone, so he didn't really take this disciple's words to heart.
However, even though he didn't care about it, his face turned extremely ugly at this moment.
"Alright, it is only a spar. You... you are actually so heavy-handed."
Although Wang Xuan did not express his opinion, one of his two disciples stood forward.1
Ling Jian did not look at this person. However, at this moment, he retracted his finger.
"Are you the one speaking to me?" He also did not turn his head to look at this disciple. Instead, he spoke coldly.
The disciple of Wang Xuan was going to say something else, but after he heard what Ling Jian said, he couldn't help narrowing his eyes. He couldn't say anything.
It was said that the strong had the keenest senses, and sure enough, after truly meeting Ling Jian, he found that the gaze with which he looked at him gave him a strong pressure.
It was as if the person he was looking at wasn't a normal late stage Heavenly Punishment cultivator, but a true expert.
Even the disciple couldn't believe what he was seeing.
After all, Ling Jian was only in the late stages of the Heavenly Retribution Realm.
However, he didn't dare to test it. He was worried that Wang Erchu would end up like him.
After all, he had seen Ling Jian break the saint grade treasure with his own eyes. Ling Jian was only in the late stage of the Heavenly Judgment Stage.
Apparently, Ling Jian couldn't be judged by common sense. It was impossible for a normal person to deal with such a thing.
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