Ling Han was astonished—could it be that this guy’s bones were actually soft? How could he change the form of his arm in such a way?
This was not merely just grasping the soft aspect, but was instead some kind of secret technique.
It was as if he was a serpent, yes, precisely like the bones of a serpent!
Ling Han’s body bent backward abruptly, dodging the swing of the curved blade. Such movements were practically impossible for an ordinary cultivator to execute; only by cultivating the body could the body then display such swift reactions.
Moreover, Ling Han looked even more like he had been chopped in half by a knife—the extent of the bend in the upper half of his body was so much that it was inconceivable.
Jia Ming once again swung his fist over; this time, his arm actually transformed into a big serpent, with its head moving towards Ling Han while opening up its mouth to bite. The black-colored snake’s head was quite life-like, its poisonous fangs clearly visible.
This strike was really too fast, it was so fast that Ling Han could not evade it in time. Pop , this punch immediately pierced through Ling Han.
“En?” Jia Ming frowned, for he had not managed to hit Ling Han with this strike.
Zi , Ling Han had transformed into a lightning bolt, and had, in a flash, fled three metres away. He transformed back into himself again and laughingly remarked, “Almost hit me! Not bad, this move is not bad, one move covering another, really does show some skill.”
He had already cultivated the Thunderclap Ninth Heaven to the point of minor accomplishment, so his speed was of course rapid.
“How could it merely be some skill, it is more than enough to kill you!” Jia Ming increased his battle prowess and charged towards Ling Han.
He really was overbearing, this genius of Earth Dragon Sect. Leaving his name on the Stone of Martial Intent, he himself was a whole cultivation tier higher than Ling Han, holding the upper hand whether it was in the aspect of physical strength or battle prowess. If not for Ling Han having a great recovery ability, in addition to the Thunderclap Ninth Heaven allowing him to evade and dodge out of harm’s way, he would have been hit badly and dealt severe injuries by his opponent for sure.
Even so, Ling Han also became more and more passive; he could only return one to two moves for every ten moves his opponent made.
“Today is the day that you die!” Jia Ming cried out. He wanted to kill Ling Han in a single blow.
“Your words sound nicer than any song,” Ling Han remarked calmly. He was only testing the kind of defense level his own physique could currently reach. Accordingly, his battle prowess at the moment did not reflect its full capacity.
“These words, I will engrave them on your tombstone to let everyone know that there was such an arrogant idiot who was too stubborn to admit defeat even at death’s door!” Jia Ming guffawed, the light reflecting off his curved blade, chill *****.
This was very fearsome, for it could pose an enormous threat to Ling Han’s defense; after all, it was a high-level Spirit Tool, and with Jia Ming’s more powerful physical strength, he could even rip through Level Eight precious metal.
Ling Han was no longer being passive and getting thrashed; he drew out the Revere Life Sword, then raised and brought it level, pointing at Jia Ming, and retaliated. “Take a look at my sword that will slay you!”
Jia Ming looked at this sword, and his expression couldn’t help but change as he unwittingly blurted out, “Array patterns!”
It was obviously a sword, yet it was unexpectedly covered with array patterns… strange, too strange—it was way beyond his imagination.
“To be able to die by this sword, you can die with no regrets!” Ling Han held the sword and struck out in a move to kill. Earlier, without the sword in hand, he could not fully display the might of Sword Ray, but now it was different. The Revere Life Sword itself contained some divine metal; additionally, there was the fierce energy formed by the array patterns. Thus, the destructive power of Sword Ray delivered by this sword would naturally be even higher.
Shua , Sword Ray swept out, seemingly able to destroy the heavens and wipe out the lands, extremely horrifying in its appearance.
“Heng, I am in the Deity Transformation Tier, do you think I will fear you?!” Jia Ming humphed icily, swinging out his fist, transforming Ray into Qi that formed huge black serpents that pounced towards Ling Han to bite him.
Pop, pop, pop, the array patterns on the Revere Life Sword shone. There were merely seven lights, but even so, it was still incredibly terrifying, mincing those big serpents into shreds.
Jia Ming’s expression turned ghastly pale; he knew that this sword was very impressive, but had not expected that it could reach such an extent. The destructive power could only be described as horrifying.
How could there be such a precious tool?
It was not as simple as Ling Han wielding an exceptionally outstanding tool—he had also activated an array that was a killing array with no compare, so how was one supposed to break it.
Jia Ming cried out, eventually unleashing his ultimate great move—the empty shadow of the big serpent behind him disappeared, and became a genuine Earth Dragon. This kind of move made him terribly agonized—bluish-green blood vessels were all over his face, and it looked like they were going to burst.
After he howled loudly, the empty shadow of the Earth Dragon behind him finally stabilized, giving off a primal aura of an ancient era.
At the beginning of the world, an Earth Dragon 1 came through the crack between the heaven and the earth. It was ancient and mysterious.
The Earth Dragon held its head high; it did not have facial features, only a mouth, and its whole body was a dull red in color. Its limbs could be clearly seen as if it was still capable of dripping with sticky body fluids, giving one an incredible feeling of disgust.
“Die!” As soon as Jia Ming pointed at Ling Han, that Earth Dragon immediately pounced over in Ling Han’s direction.
The speed was very fast!
It was not a physical existence, and could not be judged with common sense. In an instant, it had appeared in front of Ling Han, and ferociously bit down. Yet, because it was not a realistic entity, it was naturally also impossible for it to cause any substantial injury. The whole body looked just like a shadow gliding across.
Jia Ming actually bellowed out a hearty laugh as he shouted, “Ling Han, you are already a dead man!”
His complexion was slightly pallid; nevertheless, he was wearing a carefree smile.
This was actually his real trump card, which involved the power of his bloodline. Because his ancestral blood was not extremely thick, using such a great move was very straining on him, and there would even be a certain amount of backlash to face later.
But that was all right, for although this Earth Dragon was an empty shadow and could not possibly do any harm to a realistic entity, the fact was it was specifically aimed to harm the soul!
Ling Han’s soul should have been swallowed—even if not entirely gone, there would merely be traces left behind. How much actual strength would he still have left to fight with?
He took off with a blood-curdling cry in Ling Han’s direction, aiming to finish him off. This time, he wanted to thoroughly kill Ling Han.
Under the burst of brute force, he was like a raging arrow charging forth, materializing in front of Ling Han in a flash. The curved blade in his hand slashed forth towards Ling Han’s neck. The strength of his physique was cultivated with his cultivation technique, but he needed to consciously control his soft aspect.
Was Ling Han still capable of that with the state he was in now?
Die!
A sneer hung at the corners of Jia Ming’s lips. Finally, he could eliminate this great threat to himself!
Chapter 727 - Interference
Translator: Henyee Editor: Henyee
A fist struck out; the array patterns on the curved blade shone, emitting a thick chill in the air.
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bsp; A ruthless smile appeared at the corners of Jia Ming’s mouth, for with this one blow, this opponent who had the strongest battle prowess of all ages was going to be something of the past entirely. This gave him absolute joy.
Zhu Xuan Er and the others in her group cried out in alarm—what was wrong with Ling Han?
Xiu , it was at this moment that Ling Han’s figure suddenly bent and miraculously dodged this fatal blow.
How was that possible!?
The smile on Jia Ming’s face immediately froze, but without waiting for him to recover from his shock, a fearful coldness whirled across, slashing at his chest.
He had not expected Ling Han to still be able to react at all. Moreover, he had just pulled off a great move a moment ago, so his condition had already fallen to an all-time low—it was basically impossible to evade this sword.
Pu!
At once, the sword hit the middle of his chest squarely, and his whole body was sent flying by the slash as a fountain of blood spurted from his chest.
“How is it possible that your soul is still intact?” Jia Ming covered his chest. This incomprehension was beyond the injuries he had suffered. He would die with regrets if he did not get a clear understanding of the situation.
Ling Han smiled slightly, and remarked, “Why should I tell you?”
Previously, during the time when the Earth Dragon had sprung a surprise attack on him, he indeed had been affected. But with a slight tremor of the Black Tower, that discomfort had been dispersed; he simply remained unperturbed and laid out a trap for his opponent.
Jia Ming was so indignant he wanted to kill something—that was his ultimate move, and it was precisely with this move that he could dash up to the 51st place on the Stone of Martial Intent. That it was actually ineffective on Ling Han… this was driving him nuts.
Could it be that this was the difference between the first and the 51st place?
“Wa!” He suddenly threw up blood. Firstly, it was because of the surging rage in his heart, while secondly, the injury he had sustained on his chest was really too severe. The killing aura has transformed into countless small swords, roving and shifting within his body, making him feel such agony that he wanted to die. There were even tears of blood flowing out from his eyes.
He burned with hatred; had it not been for his being overconfident in his own ultimate move, he absolutely would not have been so easily harmed by Ling Han. In terms of real strength, he was in no way weaker than Ling Han—after all, he was also an ultimate genius, and furthermore, he had the advantage of being a whole cultivation tier higher.
Now, being totally defeated in the eye of the public, moreover defeated by one of an inferior cultivation level, how could he bear such humiliation?
Ling Han shook his sword, and once again charged forth to kill—he wanted to thoroughly eliminate this man.
Jia Ming hurriedly retreated as he did not want to die by Ling Han’s hands. As long as his injuries recovered, there was still a chance for him to stage a comeback. He was definitely not weaker than Ling Han!
But, he had suffered a physical injury, and merely moving made his wound spurt out blood madly, which almost caused him to stumble and fall; his complexion also became ashen.
Ling Han had arrived, unleashing a strike aimed at Jia Ming’s neck, wanting to end this fight in a clear-cut and orderly manner.
Jia Ming’s hatred burst forth into flames of fury in his eyes; he had been so conceited that there was not any kind of life-saving precious treasure on him. On the one hand, he’d thought that there was none in this world that could or dared to kill him, and on the other, he’d believed that he would become dependent on such a treasure should it come into his possession, and would be held back from realizing his full potential.
But now, he felt extreme regret.
He didn’t want to die; he wanted to live! Only if he stayed alive could he take revenge, and only by being alive could he surpass Ling Han!
The sword slashed down.
Pa , a withered and lean hand suddenly stretched out, two fingers pressed together firmly clamping the cutting blade of the sword in between, not letting the sword slash down even a tiny bit.
An old man in a black-colored robe suddenly appeared. He was of great height and sturdy build, and as if he contained a volcano within his body, it looked like he could erupt at any time to burn the skies and wipe out the lands. He looked towards Ling Han and was all smiles as he said, “Young man, striking so ruthlessly, surely your heart must harbor sinister and vicious intentions!”
Ling Han lifted the blade of the sword; that old man also did not dare to go against such a killing sword forcefully. He withdrew his hand and retreated backward, while at the same time lifting Jia Ming up with a single move.
“Respected Master Tong!” Jia Ming revealed an expression of pleasant surprise. This was really an unexpected rescue from danger. Even for one with his disposition, he could not help but forget himself.
This old man’s surname was Tong, and the given name was Yang Wen. He was an elite of the Earth Dragon Sect, and his cultivation level was in the Heaven Tier!
Tong Yang Wen smiled and actually said respectfully, “Hehe, hereafter, you must always remember to put on the treasured talisman that the sect leader has bestowed upon you. Don’t be presumptuous anymore; an act of carelessness could cause your downfall!”
“Yes!” Jia Ming hastily nodded. His life was just saved by him, so no matter how wild Jia Ming was, he would also not dare to act arrogant at such a time.
Tong Yang Wen directed his line of vision towards Ling Han as his expression immediately became dark. “To lash out without the least hesitation at a fellow disciple of the same academy, the moral character and disposition of yours really cause one’s teeth to tremble!
“However, the Academy’s core values are precisely to cure sickness and save lives; I shall then first cure you of your haughtiness, and let you have a little taste of what hardship is like!”
He struck out and Origin Power gathered and transformed into a huge black hand, which was akin to have blotted out the sky and covered the earth, batting downwards over in Ling Han’s direction.
It was really sickening—he obviously wanted to settle a personal score, yet actually uttered such pretentious words!
Ling Han’s body transformed into a lightning bolt and retreated backward in the nick of time as he said with indifference, “Old fool, do you still want face? This was originally a duel, and since we have already agreed to fight, one should be responsible for one’s life and death! Before this, during the time when I ran into danger, why did I not see you jump out and come running to my aid? Want to be****, then don’t think of setting up some kind of plaque to proclaim how chaste you are, it’s so sickening!”
Tong Yang Wen was so enraged that his body was trembling—this puny Spiritual Infant Tier cultivator actually went so far to treat him with such insolence? He was at the peak of the Heaven Tier, and was only a step away from breaking through to the Shattering Void Tier. No matter where he went, he should receive merely worship and reverence. But now, to actually be condemned by a torrent of verbal abuse in his face… this made him so overwhelmed with ire and wrath that he was almost driven mad.
“Lad, you actually dare hurl insults at me!” he reprimanded, his eyes burning with killing intent.
He did not kill Ling Han, because he treasured ability. As a slave, Ling Han was not too bad, and he could someday deliver him to the Immortal Realm; then, after being brainwashed, he would be turned into a qualified lackey. Yet, Ling Han actually dared to curse him so mercilessly, so his killing intent was naturally incited.
He was but a slave, so what if he died? So be it. It did not matter how excellent natural talent was. He could just use ten other lackeys to compensate for the gap left behind, all right?
Ling Han smiled faintly and responded, “Dirty old swine, why could you not be cursed at? I am a Heaven Grade Alchemist, and my position is of the same rank as
yours, so you tell me why I could not curse you?”
Tong Yang Wen gave a scornful laugh; if it were a few hundred years ago, then indeed he would not want to offend a Heaven Grade Alchemist, for that would jeopardize the relationship with the Alchemist Association and affect the martial arts of the whole realm.
But now? Concoction of the Realm Pill was near at hand, and now that there was no use left for them, what was the use of an Alchemist? At most, they needed only bring a few gifted talents of above average standard into the Immortal Realm, then train and develop them; nevertheless, they would still become lackeys.
Just a lowly servant, what right did he have to behave so arrogantly?
“Then you are really courting your own demise!” Tong Yang Wen’s killing aura was ablaze. “Injuring fellow disciples and cursing at your seniors, such dishonorable conduct has to be punished! I, on behalf of the Restore Heaven Academy, shall mete out the punishment!”
“To pull the weight of your seniority, there is no lack of words to do so! Old dog, you have let me behold shamelessness at an all-new high. I am deeply impressed!” Ling Han mocked with a short laugh.
“Damn you!” Tong Yang Wen eventually could not hold it in anymore, and once again a palm struck forth; this time, his killing intent had been stirred, and the big hand that he swung out in a patting movement was much more fearsome than before. One by one, the patterns lit up, and the imposing aura of the Heaven Tier pressed down heavily; just the air alone was enough to send an ordinary Spiritual Infant Tier cultivator collapsing into pieces.
Ling Han’s figure hastily dodged and arrived by Zhu Xuan Er’s side, where he then stretched out his arms and lifted her into his arms as he simultaneously called out, “Hu Niu, Rabbit, let’s go!”
Fighting head on against a Heaven Tier elite? Only an idiot would do such a thing.
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