Peerless Pill God

"Ding!"    

Uncle Ning stretched out his hand at lightning speed. His hand was as white as jade, as if he was wearing a pair of gloves that were as thin as silk. If an experienced expert had sharp senses, they would be able to sense that this pair of gloves was not simple at all. It was a semi-spiritual tool.    

In the Thirty-six Dynasty of Wasteland, the complete spirit weapon was almost extinct. Besides some forbidden areas and forbidden areas, it was simply impossible to find a perfectly intact spirit weapon.    

Normally speaking, it was already very impressive to have a small part of the Spirit Patterns.    

For example, it was very rare for Uncle Ning to have so many Spirit Patternss carved into his thin-like gloves.    

Uncle Ning grabbed Cang Jianfeng's flat heavenly sword with one hand and rubbed it hard on the extremely sharp sword, producing an ear-piercing sound of friction.    

The flat heaven sword was actually kneaded into a ball. It was like a metal ball that was casually thrown onto the ground by Uncle Ning.    

"Ah. . . My flat heaven sword!"    

Cang Jianfeng's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared at the sky.    

The Heaven Calming Sword was a battle sword with a large Spirit Patterns carved on it. It had unlimited power and was incomparably precious. Not to mention a abode Realm expert, even a Myriad Form Realm expert would not be able to use it. Even Most Powerful, who was in the Thirty-six Dynasty of Wasteland, felt that it was extremely precious.    

Now, it had actually been kneaded into a round iron ball by Uncle Ning!    

With a cracking sound, half of the most precious Spirit Patterns on the flat heaven sword had actually been kneaded.    

"Puff!"    

This was Cang Jianfeng's life spirit sword. Now that the Spirit Patterns had been destroyed, it was equivalent to heavily injuring him. One blood after another crazily spewed out as if they were free.    

Uncle Ning looked down at Cang Jianfeng from above and sneered at him. After that, he stomped on Cang Jianfeng's foot.    

Boom!    

It was as if ten thousand dragons had appeared in this world. It was a massive and terrifying scene!    

Kacha!    

The sound of bones cracking could be heard once again. He roared madly, wanting to struggle, but Uncle Ning was too powerful. He couldn't move at all, it would only make his chest crack even more!    

"This kick is also for Qin Sheng!"    

Uncle Ning's voice was cold, and the Eye Light carried an endless chill.    

Everything was dead silent, including the Deity Peaks and Thunder Flame Peaks in the distance. Both of them were silent. They looked at each other, not knowing what to say.    

To stand up for Cang Jianfeng?    

Don't be silly, who is Uncle Ning?    

Uncle Ning wasn't a human at all. He was the mountain guardian beast of the Wan Prison Peak, and according to the legends, he had the bloodline of the spirit beast. It was only a legend, but now, he saw how terrifying Uncle Ning was. He hadn't even transformed into his true form yet, but he was already so powerful that he was able to push the insufferably arrogant Cang Jianfeng to the ground!    

Too powerful, too powerful!    

For the sake of a mere Freshmen, even though his talent was very high, A peerless genius that only appeared once every thousand years, he shouldn't be so protective, right?    

Everyone quickly took a look at how Uncle Ning had beaten Cang Jianfeng up.    

Two punches and one kick, Cang Jianfeng had lost all his combat strength. His hair was disheveled, his facial bones were broken, and blood was flowing out from his disfigured face. He had fallen to the extreme.    

Everyone was dumbfounded, staring at this scene in disbelief. No one could believe that this was the result of the dignified Ziyang Peak, Deputy Peak Master.    

But the reality was so cruel, it had destroyed their confidence.    

Especially Holy Maiden of the Son, who came from the Ziyang Peak. Each and every one of them had an extremely ugly expression on their faces.    

Holy Son of Zhou opened his mouth. However, he couldn't say a single word. The space between his brows was filled with seriousness.    

Qin Aoxiang's expression was even darker. He didn't expect the Wan Prison Peak to value Qin Sheng so much.