780: C780 Fight the Wang Ancestor

C780 Fight the Wang Ancestor

Xianyang City, North Gate!

"Yu Haoran, you dare to kill my grandson, and dare to destroy my divine will.

Following a loud roar that pierced the clouds, a white figure shot into the sky and quickly rushed towards the north city of Xianyang City.

"Brother Yu, this person is very powerful, let me do it!"

Sensing the powerful strength of the white figure that was rushing towards him, Star Seizer, who had appeared beside Yu Haoran in a flash, eagerly suggested.

"Brother Feng, you are my trump card against the Sect Mansion. Unless it is absolutely necessary, do not reveal your true strength."

shook his head and rejected the Star Seizer suggestion.

"Therefore, let me deal with this old fellow!"

After saying that, Yu Haoran immediately took out his purple rod, and with a similar roar, he rushed into the sky, and took the initiative to attack.

"Old man, give me your life!"

"Boom!"

The purple pole that was extended by itself, under Yu Haoran's strength that was close to the Quasi-Martial Saint, smashed into the unprepared white shadow like a mountain.

Accompanied by a deafening boom, the white silhouette was struck down by the purple stick heavily. Then, like a falling star, it smashed into the hard ground, stirring up a lot of dust.

"Buzz!"

Along with the white silhouette's heavy fall onto the hard ground, the crowd didn't know if they were still alive or dead, but suddenly, the sound of gasps could be heard.

Although the speed of the white shadow was too fast, so much so that no one present could see his face, the deafening roars of anger and the white figure's location had made them unable to do so.

Everyone present knew that the white figure who had just been blasted down was the Wang Clan Patriarch, who was ranked second in terms of cultivation and strength amongst the first-rate families in Xianyang City, the Wang Clan Ancestor, who was only in the Quasi-Martial Saint.

Even the Wang Family Ancestor, who was at the peak of the ninth stage of Martial Saint, was not a match for Yu Haoran.

Could it be that Yu Haoran's true cultivation had already broken through the Quasi-Martial Saint realm!

However, wasn't Yu Haoran a pinnacle Grandmaster who was proficient in the way of alchemy? How could his achievements in the way of martial arts be so terrifying as well?

Furthermore, just how old was Yu Haoran this year!

On top of a tavern that was about a kilometer away from where they were fighting just now, Feng Qingyun's eyes were wide open in shock, a look of disbelief flashing across his eyes.

If Yu Haoran used secret transformation technique, transformed beast, and blasted away the Wang Family Patriarch who was at the peak of the ninth stage of Martial Saint, although he would be equally shocked, he would at least be able to accept it in his heart.

But now!

If he, his master, was no longer a match for his own disciple, then would he still have the qualifications and ability to discipline and restrain him!

On the third floor of the restaurant where Feng Qingyun stood, on the windowsill facing the street, a youth who looked similar to the Qin Emperor in his ninth floor and held a wine cup in his hand was similarly looking at Yu Haoran who was standing in the air with a purple rod in his hand.

"Pah!"

Due to the excessive shock in his heart, he failed to control his own strength, causing the restaurant in his hands to be crushed.

The sound of the shattered wine cup also woke the youth from his shock.

Looking at Yu Haoran's young and tender face, the young man shook off the powder that formed after the restaurant was broken into pieces, and could not help but sigh in his heart.

"Ling Fei has good eyesight and good luck!"

Facing the gasps coming from all over the place, Yu Haoran looked at the direction that the Wang Ancestor fell in, his heart as calm as water.

"Damn it!"

It didn't take long, only five or six seconds.

Accompanied by a furious curse, a white-robed, silver-haired old man with a childish face flew up into the sky from where he had fallen.

"Shrouding the Sun!"

Just as the silver haired old man soared into the sky, Yu Haoran, who was holding onto the purple rod, instantly appeared above the silver white old man.

One continuous attack after another, the silver-white haired old man was busy trying to resist, but his body continued to descend.

Although possession techniques could allow him to have the attack power of the Quasi-Martial Saint, it was limited by his own cultivation, so he could not easily use the power of the Ancient Code that was controlled by the Tower Spirit. Otherwise, the backlash of the power of the Ancient Code would likely cause his meridians to rupture, causing his sea of consciousness and dantian to be destroyed.

And for powerhouses of the Martial Saint realm, other than having an even stronger soul and spirit energy, the only method that could truly surpass the realm of the Martial King was to comprehend the power of law.

Thus, if he wanted to defeat the Wang Ancestor and kill the Wang Ancestor, he couldn't give him a chance to utilize the power of law.

Otherwise, with the Wang Family Ancestor's true strength after using the power of the Ancient Code, he could only let the Tower Spirit control his own body.

The instantaneous release of hundreds of staff techniques caused the Wang Ancestor's surroundings to be filled with countless purple sticks. It also made him unable to take out the natural magic tool to counterattack, not to mention using the power of law that he had comprehended.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

As he spat out three mouthfuls of blood, he knew that he had to break away from the attack of the staff technique. Otherwise, if he couldn't use his most powerful technique, he would most likely die here.

Thus, the Wang Ancestor used the soul power and Origin Energy that he circulated at the beginning to forcefully endure the three heavy blows from the violet rod before he barely managed to charge out from the attacks of the All-Sky Staff Technique.

However, although he had successfully escaped the attack range of the pole technique, the Wang Ancestor's current state was extremely miserable.

He spat out three mouthfuls of fresh blood, staining the white robe on his chest red.

Not only was his robe torn, but his bare back was also stained with blood.

The silver strands of hair that had originally been in the shape of a bun had been knocked out by the rod, causing him to look like a ferocious ghost with his disheveled hair.

"Yu Haoran, you deserve to die!"

A long spear the color of silver appeared in the hands of the Wang Ancestor, whose hair was disheveled.

He cursed under his breath through the gap in his hair.

Seeing that he was able to escape from the Wang Ancestor's grasp, Yu Haoran sighed in pity. At the same time, he secretly warned Tower Spirit about his preparations, and the purple rod he held tightly once again danced in the air.

Looking at Yu Haoran who continued to attack without saying a word, the Wang Ancestor who tightly gripped his spear, also calmed his anger down.

Chopping, picking, piercing, poking, mashing, and other basic pole techniques and spear techniques, making the crowd at the scene gradually realize that the higher the grade of a martial skill, the stronger it was and the greater its lethality.

If one could completely understand the basics of martial skills, then the power emitted by the basics of martial skills would not be the slightest bit inferior to top rank Earth and Heaven rank martial skills.

"What a dragon!"

Using the sharpness of the spear head to force Yu Haoran to retract his rod and protect himself, the Wang Ancestor used the spear in his hand and with a simple thrust, it directly appeared in front of his heart.

"Phoenix Dance the Dragons!"0

Facing the sharp spear tip that was aimed at his heart, the purple rod in Yu Haoran's hand revolved, and directly knocked away the sharp spear tip.

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