pjbooks Chapter 84 Instantly killed his underling in front of the Golden Core expert!
Chapter 84 Instantly killed his underling in front of the Golden Core expert!
On the arena, even the mountain wind carried a chilling killing intent.
The atmosphere was as tense as a fully drawn bowstring, ready to explode at any moment.
Ghost Hand Seven huddled behind Xuan Yang Zhenren, half of his body was blocked.
The look of relief from the ordeal on her face hadn't faded before it was replaced by a deep resentment.
Her eyes were fixed on Lu Jingchen, as if they were poisoned, as if she wanted to devour him whole.
Lu Jingchen's eyes were as cold as ice shards, and he didn't even glance at Ghost Hand Seven.
His words landed squarely on Xuan Yang Zhenren's face, his tone filled with an undeniable ruthlessness.
Lu Jingchen said:
"Just because of what you said earlier, defending him."
"Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, this guy would still die here."
Master Xuanyang stood there with his hands behind his back, his face full of arrogance, his nostrils practically pointing to the sky.
Master Xuanyang said:
"Arrogant! They truly don't know their own limitations!"
"I'll be sitting right here today. I'd like to see who you can kill!"
Before the words had even finished, Lu Jingchen flicked his finger.
There wasn't even a superfluous movement; it was done so casually, as if a speck of dust had been flicked away.
A close-up shot revealed a glint of cold light, as thin as a hair.
It streaked across the sky like a shooting star, so fast that only a fleeting afterimage remained.
It instantly pierced through the defensive aura surrounding True Man Xuan Yang.
They encountered not the slightest obstacle, as if they were passing through a thin sheet of paper.
The resentment on Ghost Hand Seven's face hadn't faded yet when his eyes suddenly widened.
A small blood hole suddenly appeared between his eyebrows, and red and white blood seeped out instantly.
With a muffled thud, Ghost Hand Seven fell straight back down.
Blood splattered across the arena floor instantly, and then silence fell completely.
The entire room fell into a deathly silence; you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone was stunned, as if they had been put on pause, and it took them a long time to come back to their senses.
Chu Hongyuan stood below the stage, his eyes wide like saucers, his mouth agape.
Chu Hongyuan muttered to himself, his voice trembling:
"Grandmaster Lu... isn't that a bit too domineering?"
"Killing someone right in front of Master Xuanyang? That's practically godlike!"
Master Xuan Yang was trembling all over, so angry that his beard stood on end.
He had lived most of his life, and this was the first time he had been publicly humiliated like this.
Master Xuanyang said:
"You... how dare you!"
An extremely terrifying aura instantly erupted from Xuan Yang Zhenren.
Like a tsunami, it instantly enveloped the entire stadium, and the air seemed to freeze.
The people below the stage were so overwhelmed by the pressure that they kept backing away, not daring to even breathe.
Master Xuan Yang's face was contorted with rage, and he roared like a madman.
Xuan Yang Zhenren roared:
"You little brat! You're dead today!"
Even if a celestial being were to come, they couldn't save you!
Faced with this terrifying, world-destroying pressure, Lu Jingchen stood still.
Not even the hem of his clothes was lifted up, he remained as steady as a pillar of strength.
A sneer curled at the corner of his lips, his eyes filled with disdain.
Lu Jingchen said:
"In my eyes, you are nothing more than a slightly larger ant."
"What are you pretending to be, acting all high and mighty?"
Lu Jingchen casually took a step forward, and the stone slab beneath his feet instantly cracked inch by inch.
Lu Jingchen said:
"Don't say your mid-stage Golden Core cultivation is nothing to brag about."
"Even if you're at the peak of the Golden Core stage, so what?"
Master Xuanyang was so enraged that he laughed, but his laughter was full of murderous intent.
Master Xuanyang said:
"Good! Very good! You ignorant brat, today I'll show you what true arrogance is!"
"Prepare to die!"
Master Xuan Yang's hands moved wildly, forming hand seals as if he were having a seizure, while he chanted incantations.
With a deafening roar, a crimson flying sword instantly shot out from his body.
The flying sword, wreathed in raging flames, transformed into a fire dragon tens of feet long.
It bared its fangs and claws as it roared toward Lu Jingchen, distorting the air in its wake.
The people in the audience gasped in shock, their faces turning pale.
"My God! It's Xuan Yang Zhenren's natal Fire Dragon Sword!"
"If that hits, even steel and iron will be burned to ashes!"
As a result, Lu Jingchen remained calm and showed no sign of panic.
He casually clenched his right hand in the air, his voice as soft as if he were whispering.
Lu Jingchen whispered:
"Wangshu Sword, come."
A long sword, pure white, appeared in his hand in an instant.
The sword blade gleamed with a faint, cold light. It looked ordinary, yet it exuded a destructive sword intent.
Lu Jingchen didn't even look at the fire dragon rushing towards him, and casually thrust forward with a light stab.
The movements were so casual, as if poking tofu with a chopstick.
boom--!!!
A deafening roar shook the entire mountain.
That seemingly light sword strike instantly shattered the entire fire dragon into pieces.
The raging flames vanished instantly, leaving not even a spark.
The sword energy showed no signs of diminishing, shooting straight forward like a rainbow piercing the sun.
The camera zooms out to show the protective array behind Master Xuan Yang collapsing into pieces in an instant.
Along with the three mountains behind it, it was directly cut in half by this sword energy.
The mountain collapsed with a deafening roar, sending dust billowing into the sky, like the end of the world.
Master Xuanyang stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.
His chest heaved violently, like a broken bellows.
With a "poof," Master Xuan Yang suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
He staggered backward, almost falling off the stage.
Master Xuan Yang clutched his chest, his face filled with disbelief, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.
Xuan Yang Zhenren roared:
"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"
"This is my natal flying sword, forged over thirty years! And you destroyed it with a single strike?!"
"I want you dead! I'll tear you to pieces today!"
Master Xuanyang went mad on the spot, his hair disheveled, looking like a madman.
He suddenly looked up at the sky, frantically making hand seals.
The once clear sky was instantly covered with dark clouds, accompanied by lightning and thunder.
Countless bolts of lightning writhed wildly in the dark clouds, and the crackling thunder made people's scalps tingle.
The overwhelming aura of destruction instantly made everyone in the room feel suffocated.
Master Xuanyang raised his hands high above his head and let out a hysterical roar.
Xuan Yang Zhenren roared:
"Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Seal! Destroy him!"
A massive lightning mark slowly coalesced within the dark clouds.
It was crackling with terrifying lightning power, radiating an aura capable of destroying everything.
The people in the audience were terrified and ran away with their heads in their hands, afraid of being affected.
As a result, Lu Jingchen stood still, without even raising his head.
He glanced at the lightning seal in the sky with a half-smile, his tone full of sarcasm.
Lu Jingchen said:
"After all that, all that's left is a lot of noise and little substance?"
"Don't you have any other, more sophisticated methods? Are you just trying to fool us?"
A cunning glint flashed in Xuan Yang Zhenren's eyes, like an old fox.
Master Xuanyang said:
"Do you really think I don't have any hidden skills?"
"Alright! Then you'd better open your eyes wide and look carefully!"
Master Xuanyang clasped his hands together abruptly and roared.
The sky was filled with lightning, which exploded instantly, and the blinding white light enveloped the entire arena.
It was so bright that everyone couldn't open their eyes, as if they were blind.
Once the light had dimmed slightly, everyone looked back at the arena.
The figure of Master Xuanyang was rapidly fading and dissipating, and it looked like it was about to disappear completely.
Xuan Yang Zhenren's inner monologue:
As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn!
This kid is a monster, what's the point of fighting him!
If you don't run now, when will you? If you don't run now, you'll be dead!
Just as Xuan Yang Zhenren's figure was about to completely disappear into the void.
Lu Jingchen curled his lips into a cold sneer, as if watching a clown jumping around.
Lu Jingchen said:
"Running away when you can't win? That's pure scumbag behavior. You think you can just run away?"
With a whoosh!
Lu Jingchen's figure vanished from the arena in an instant, leaving not even a trace.
Several miles away in the void, a spatial fluctuation came.
Master Xuanyang tumbled out of the void in a disheveled state, his Taoist robe torn in several places.
He had just regained his footing and was about to use his escape technique again to run as far away as possible.
Suddenly, a slender hand appeared in front of him.
They firmly blocked his path, leaving him no room to maneuver.
Lu Jingchen stood in front of him with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.
It was as if they had been there all along, waiting for him for most of the day.
Lu Jingchen smiled mockingly and slowly opened his mouth.
Lu Jingchen said:
"Master Xuanyang, where are you headed in such a hurry?"