Sensing the change in Wang Jian's aura, the Soul Reaper was slightly taken aback. "What's going on?"
Logically speaking, given Wang Jian's physical strength, he should be on the verge of death after enduring so many attacks, but he is able to stand up again, and even exudes a powerful aura, which is truly strange.
Amidst puzzled gazes, Wang Jian's spear whistled through the air, arcing as it hurtled straight toward the Soul Reaper's face.
The Soul Reaper was unfazed by the attack, and simply raised his giant scythe to block it.
He was also aware of Wang Jian's strength. After all, he had sensed it from their previous exchange. Wang Jian's strength was not formidable; in fact, it could only be described as average.
With that level of strength, even if he stood there and let the spearman cut him, the spearman might not be able to break through his aura and hurt him.
"Bang!"
However, the moment the spear struck the giant scythe, boundless power erupted, surging like an endless tide, overwhelming the soul-reaper.
The powerful aura instantly sent the Soul Reaper flying, like a baseball hitting a wall, shattering the wall in an instant.
Dust billowed up immediately.
Kong Jia and the others were stunned by what they saw, staring at Wang Jian with disbelief and confusion in their eyes.
It should be noted that the Soul Reaper was a force to be reckoned with, capable of overwhelming even the strongest opponents. Both the abbot of Hanshan Temple and Kong Jia, the head of the Confucian school, were defeated by the Soul Reaper.
The fact that Wang Jian, whose strength was almost exhausted, was able to repel the Soul Reaper was truly bizarre.
As the dust slowly settled, the Soul Reaper stood up, but couldn't help but scrutinize Wang Jian closely. "What happened to you?"
He was certain that Wang Jian was completely different from before; not only his aura, but even his strength had undergone a tremendous change.
Otherwise, it would be absolutely impossible to defeat him with a single blow. Not to mention Wang Jian, even if Kong Jia and the former abbot of Hanshan Temple joined forces, they would never be able to do that.
Wang Jian's eyes were cold, and he wasn't going to explain much. "You should be worried about what will happen to you later."
As soon as he finished speaking, he moved with incredible speed, appearing in front of the Soul Reaper in the blink of an eye. He raised his spear high and brought it down with a violent force, like a mountain pressing down on the Soul Reaper.
Sensing the extraordinary power emanating from the spear, the Soul Reaper dared not be careless any longer. Yin energy surged around him, and he raised his giant scythe high to protect himself, then blocked the spear.
The spear whistled down and slammed into the giant scythe.
The two forces collided, and endless energy surged forth, stirring up gusts of wind that made the Soul Reaper's robes flutter.
Despite his desperate resistance, the power of that shot was so overwhelming that it only forced his arm to bend slightly, and the ground beneath his feet slowly crumbled.
Wang Jian's eyes darkened, and the aura around him converged on the spear. Then, he suddenly pressed down, and a terrifying power swept out.
Feeling the power of the spear surging wildly, the Soul Reaper sensed something was wrong and quickly pushed hard. The violent power on the giant scythe surged out, which finally pushed Wang Jian back.
Even so, the force of the spear still sent him staggering back several steps. He stomped his foot hard on the ground to regain his footing.
Wang Jian landed steadily on the ground, his gaze fixed coldly on the Soul Reaper, his aura surging around him, extremely powerful.
Despite being at a disadvantage, the Soul Reaper remained calm and looked at Wang Jian with increasing interest. "What is it about you that has caused such a dramatic change in you?"
Wang Jian's eyes were indifferent. "You talk so much during a fight? Do you think you can fight with just words?"
The Soul Reaper's gaze turned cold. "Hand over whatever, or who, made you so powerful!"
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that someone with such weak strength could reach such a formidable level in an instant.
This change can no longer be described as a miracle; it is an absolute divine intervention.
The person or object capable of creating such a miracle can be considered a true treasure.
The Soul Reaper couldn't even imagine how much his strength would be enhanced if he could possess it.
Upon hearing this, Wang Jian's eyes turned cold, and his figure instantly rushed away, appearing in front of the Soul Reaper in an instant. His spear drew an arc in the air and fell down sharply, slashing straight at the Soul Reaper's face.
The power of this strike was so great that wherever the spear passed, the void was slightly cracked, producing a series of booming sounds.
Knowing that the current Wang Jian was not the same Wang Jian as before, the Soul Reaper no longer held back. The Yin energy around him surged and converged towards the giant scythe. Then, he raised the giant scythe with both hands to block the spear, and the giant scythe firmly blocked the spear.
For a moment, the two were evenly matched.
The Soul Reaper stared coldly at Wang Jian, "What created this divine skill? If you tell me honestly, I might spare your life."
This incident had a huge impact on him. If he could find the person or thing that created this divine skill and take it into his possession for his own use, the benefits would be immense. The Soul Reaper was excited just thinking about it.
Wang Jian's gaze was calm and steady. "It's useless for a guy who's about to be reduced to ashes to know!"
After speaking, he gripped the spear tightly with both hands and pressed down hard, the violent force once again causing the Soul Reaper to be violently pushed back.
He steadied himself and his gaze fell on Wang Jian again. "Really, I didn't want things to come to this."
Then a greedy smile crept onto his lips. "But it's worth it for this miracle!"
After he finished speaking, his eyes darkened, he gripped the giant scythe with one hand, and then slid it sharply, blood instantly appearing on the blade.
As the blood flowed out, a surge of yin energy suddenly began to rise from the giant scythe, like a continuous river rushing forth, forming a tornado that blotted out the sky and swallowed the soul-reaper's entire body.
Seeing this, Kong Jia frowned. "Just like that guy before."
The soul-reaping messenger that Kong Jia encountered before also used the same trick.
Upon seeing this, Ying Zheng's gaze darkened slightly, sensing that something was amiss.
As the Yin energy surged and swept across the area, the Soul Reaper's aura also began to surge, with endless power flowing and tempering his entire body, strengthening his physical strength.
Even his eyes turned pitch black, surging with endless yin energy, like two black holes containing infinite power.
As the immense yin energy slowly dissipated, the Soul Reaper looked at Wang Jian and said, "You don't know this yet, do you? In order to avoid causing too much chaos, we seal most of our power."
Wang Jian frowned slightly. If that were the case, then the full extent of the Soul Reaper's power would be unknown.
The Soul Reaper revealed a smug expression and said, "In other words, the power I displayed earlier was only about 30% of my full strength!"
After speaking, he suddenly darted away, transforming into a black shadow and rushing towards Wang Jian.
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