Chapter 337 Invisible Pretense
The protective shield created by spiritual power began to shatter into pieces, just like Zhao Xingchi's expression.
Ye Wumian tapped his toes and his figure instantly appeared in the air. With a slight movement of his hand, the magic sword returned to his hand. He then decisively swung out two sword energies at Zhao Xingchi, who obviously didn't react.
The already cracked protective shield was completely shattered the moment the sword energy hit it. Even Zhao Xingchi was hit by one of the sword energies and was forced to fall several meters away.
Zhao Xingchi climbed up from the ground and shouted in disbelief: "How is this possible?"
"How can you, a person who doesn't even have the cultivation level of a Spiritual Transformation, hurt me?"
Ye Wumian was very calm and said seriously: "Does it take a spirit to beat you?"
"Do you look down on me, or do I think too highly of you? I am enough to deal with you, there is no need for my senior sister."
Ye Wumian looked calm, as if he was stating a very simple fact.
He was telling the truth. Although the young man had a very strong aura, he found that he was very weak after the first move. He was really weak and looked good but was useless.
Junior sister is an alchemy practitioner and is not good at fighting, so it is normal that she cannot win.
As for the two from the Tianjian Sect, if we can’t beat them, it means they are not good enough and need to practice more.
Ye Wumian never thought that it was not that the enemy was too weak, but that he was a little too strong.
Whenever he had time, he would seek out his senior brother for a sparring match, but he was beaten badly every time. He had no idea that, in the process, his strength had already surpassed that of his peers by a long shot.
Invisible pretense is the most deadly.
I'm talking about Ye Wumian.
Zhao Xingchi was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"You're looking for death." He roared, and the muscles all over his body swelled instantly. His originally loose robe was stretched tightly, as if it would be torn in the next second.
It turned out that he was an individual cultivator.
Seeing this, Ye Wumian couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, a hint of interest ignited in his eyes. He had never fought against a physical cultivator of this strength before, and now was the perfect time to test his skills.
The two men flew up in an instant, one relying on brute force, his attack was fierce and unmatched, while the other focused on domineering sword energy, his sword moves were sharp and brutal.
Their figures rapidly crossed each other in the air, as fast as ghostly afterimages, leaving only blurry traces of light and shadow, dazzling the people below.
Ye Lingling was so overwhelmed by the sight that she simply sat down where she was, raised her head, and stared blankly at the two blurry figures in the air, asking, "Third Brother, you said we're both at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, so why is Brother Ye so much stronger?"
Gu An glanced at her helplessly, reached out and moved Ye Lingling's head to the side, pointed to a spot in the sky and said, "See that black cloud? It's been following him. Do you understand?"
"Then why does Senior Brother Ye want to suppress his cultivation?" Ye Lingling asked.
Gu An: “…”
He is not a worm in Ye Wumian's stomach, so how would he know?
"Shut up."
Ye Lingling was relentless: "I won't give in. We're both junior sisters, but Junior Sister Nan's senior brother makes me feel safer." As she spoke, she deliberately glanced at Gu An and continued to mutter: "We're both third senior brothers, why are you getting beaten up with me?"
Gu An became autistic.
I couldn't help but start to reflect, is he really that incompetent as a senior brother?
On the other side, Nan Xiao pulled Li Buyan, and the two of them cheered for Ye Wumian at the top of their lungs.
Qiao Yue looked at the two helplessly from the side, took out a pot of water and handed it to Nan Xiao, and asked in a gentle voice:
"Junior Sister, would you like some water?"
"Yes, thank you, Senior Sister."
Nan Xiao took two gulps and started cheering for Ye Wumian again.
Seeing that his own was missing, Li Buyan asked with a smile, "Senior Sister Qiao, do you have any extra? My throat is a little dry too."
Qiao Yue was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Yes."
After saying that, he took out a brand new, unopened pot of water from his storage ring and handed it to him.
"Thank you, Senior Sister Qiao."
Li Buyan took it, raised his head and drank it in three or two gulps, then put the kettle in his hand into his storage ring.
As the battle between Zhao Xingchi and Ye Wumian escalated, the thunderclouds that were originally not far above Ye Wumian's head began to roll.
Nan Xiao's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but mutter a few words: "Does this guy have some kind of broken mirror buff? Senior Sister Ye fought with him and broke his mirror. Now Third Senior Brother's mirror is broken too."
She was moved by what she saw.
Qiao Yue seemed to see through her thoughts and ruthlessly shattered her fantasy: "Don't even think about it. Junior Sister Ye was able to break through because she had accumulated a lot of knowledge in her daily life and stimulated her potential on the brink of life and death. Third Junior Brother was able to break through because he had accumulated enough knowledge to begin with, and the breakthrough was just a natural result. If you really go up to him, with your small body, you won't be able to withstand a single punch from him, and you will be lying on the ground."
"Sister, I'll just think about it. I promise I won't do anything rash. I value my life very much."
Qiao Yue patted her head with relief.
At this moment, Ye Wumian felt a little regretful.
In the battle just now, I was too engrossed in the fight and was not careful enough to suppress the power in my body that was about to break out.
The thunderclouds were as black as ink, rolling and surging over with the momentum to destroy the world, which was truly terrifying.
In the battle between Zhao Xingchi and Ye Wumian, Zhao Xingchi was defeated miserably.
His originally arrogant and conceited attitude was completely shattered by Ye Wumian.
At this moment, Zhao Xingchi was covered in wounds and looked extremely miserable.
On the other hand, although Ye Wumian was slightly dusty, he looked very cheerful, showing the youthful spirit.
Zhao Xingchi felt both hatred and anger in his heart.
He actually lost to a disciple from the lower realm who was inferior to him in every aspect.
The opponent wasn't even at the Divine Transformation stage yet, yet he was already overwhelming him. If he broke through and entered the Divine Transformation stage, how could he possibly have a chance of winning? Thinking of this, Zhao Xingchi felt a strong desire to retreat.
The task assigned to him by the elder has not been completed yet, and he cannot die here.
Zhao Xingchi wanted to run away.
Ye Wumian had no intention of letting him go.
This person is narrow-minded and has set his sights on Junior Sister. If he is not eliminated, he might resort to some sinister means to harm his fellow disciples.
Ye Wumian's sword energy surged, his eyes fixed on Zhao Xingchi. He wanted to kill him before the thunderbolt descended.
Before this, Ye Wumian still had some strength left, but now he just wanted to end the battle quickly.
His eyes flashed, and he moved like a streak of black lightning, charging straight at Zhao Xingchi. The spirit sword, brimming with chilling energy, pierced Zhao Xingchi's heart.
Blood slowly flowed from the corner of Zhao Xingchi's mouth, but he held on and let out a sinister laugh: "You think you can kill me like this? You're dreaming."
Ye Wumian frowned and suddenly thrust the magic sword deeper into Zhao Xingchi's wound.
Zhao Xingchi endured the pain and uttered a single word: "Sure."
In an instant, Ye Wumian was shocked to find that his body seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible force and he could not move.
Seeing this, Zhao Xingchi covered his wound with one hand and said bitterly, "You never thought, my heart rate is a little better than normal people's. The next time we meet, I will make you suffer a fate worse than death."
After saying this, Zhao Xingchi dragged his injured body and tried to escape. But just as he took a step, a cold light flashed, and Ye Wumian had broken free from his restraints at some point, and the sword in his hand slashed across his throat cleanly.
Zhao Xingchi's eyes widened in disbelief, "How...how could it be..."
Before he could finish his words, his body fell down slowly like a puppet with its strings cut, and he died.
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