C201
C201
"You … "You're the young master of the Qing-Yun Sect?"
Wan Lei Jie, the young master of the Thousand Lightning Sect, stared at the young man in front of him in shock. The young man only calmly stared at him, causing him to feel a sense of danger.
"Oh, could it be that you are the new young head of the Thousand Lightning School?"
Actually, he had already guessed it long ago.
"Are you the young master of the Qing-Yun Sect?"
"Very good. Kid, all the disciples of your Qing-Yun Sect in the Abyss have died. If you were to die too …"
The Eldest Senior Brother's face was filled with an indescribable killing intent. This encirclement and annihilation of the Qing-Yun Sect disciples in the Wildfire Abyss was all he had come up with. Now that he had confirmed the identity of the other party, the killing intent in his heart grew even stronger.
"Hmm? Who do you think you are? "Could it be that you were the one who killed all the people from our Qing-Yun Sect?"
Ling Jian glared fiercely at him. His cold gaze was like a sword, piercing into the depths of the enemy's brain.
"Ah!"
This sudden outburst of aura caused Ling Jian to be as sharp as a god's aid. Caught off guard, the eldest senior brother was immediately suppressed by the latter's aura and fell to the ground in fright.
"Sixth Heavenly Layer in the Martial Dao. But, it's not enough. Compared to the Fifth Holy Son, you're still a step away …"
The aura of a superior being that suddenly erupted from Ling Jian, although it frightened him, it did not cause him any substantial harm. After a moment, he returned to his normal state, his gaze turning cold as he stared at Ling Jian.
Revealing his aura, as well as his cultivation level.
Your unique aura of a superior being cannot be hidden from me. However, I don't care if you're the young master of the Qing-Yun Sect, as long as you're a disciple of the Qing-Yun Sect, just this one is enough.
"Kill!"
After exchanging glances with his senior, he stomped his foot on the ground. His figure shot out and enveloped Ling Jian with his body. He was a bold and talented person, and with the help of his eye technique, he was not afraid in front of Ling Jian, who was one level higher than him.
This scene also caused the surrounding disciples of the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect to become extremely excited, and they couldn't help but applaud and cheer.
"Young Sect Master, all the best!"
"Young Lord, kill this man from the Qing-Yun Sect!"
The noise from all around fell into Ling Jian's ears, the corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a sinister smile, but he still stood on the spot, slowly closing his eyes.
"His death is imminent, and he is purposely trying to mystify things!"
When Wan Lei Jie, who was rapidly closing in on Ling Jian, saw how deep the other party was and how confident he was, he could not help but let out a cold laugh.
"Something's not right. It's impossible for this kid to not live up to his name. Rumor has it that he really did heavily injure the Second Saint, Qian Shilang."
When he thought about the Second Saintess returning from the Cloud Sky Mountain Range, he thought that the upper echelons of the sect would agree that it was very likely that they would be severely injured by the people of the Qing-Yun Sect, and that dagger was the personal keepsake of the most important disciple of the Qing-Yun Sect.
According to their investigation, two people from the Qing-Yun Sect had already entered the Cloud Sky Mountain Range in the wake of the incident. One was the Young Lord of the Qing-Yun Sect, and the other was the senior disciple of the Qing-Yun Sect. Her martial arts cultivation was very high and she had yet to come out of the Cloud Sky Mountain Range to cultivate.
This kid had the ability to make the Second Saint leave this world and become an idiot. How could he be an ordinary person?
His preconceived premonition caused him to be on guard against Ling Jian's currently strange transformation. When Wan Lei Jie approached Ling Jian, his wariness immediately turned into a bad premonition. Immediately, this premonition filled his entire body, causing his entire body to tremble.
"Young Sect Master, be careful!"
However, just as the words left his mouth, his eyes suddenly froze as a bright and clear white light suddenly blossomed from the empty space in front of Ling Jian. The space there was filled with berserk, disorder and a hideous warped feeling.
A sharp and disorderly power suddenly spread out.
When this berserk force spread out, the faces of the Ten Thousand Lightning Sect disciples surrounding the Black Flame Platform changed, and they were forcefully pushed back a few steps. The dazzling white light was like the dawn that pierced through the darkness, piercing into their line of sight, causing them to struggle to fully open their eyes.
"Ah!"
Some disciples of the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect close to Ling Jian screamed miserably as they were hit by the blinding light. It was as if their eyes had suffered an extremely serious injury, and then they were blasted dozens of feet away by a violent and chaotic force, fiercely smashing against the edge of the stage as they vomited out a mouthful of blood.
Without exception, this surge of violent power came too suddenly and strange, and that blinding white light made his vision blur. When he wanted to see what was going on, he felt the pain coming from his eyes.
When he was using all of his strength to resist this wild and sharp power, this power appeared like a wave, wave after wave, simply endless, violent to the extreme. When he was using all of his strength to resist this wild and violent power, this power was like a wave, wave after wave, and after a wave, this power appeared like a wave.
"Young sect master of the Myriad Lightning Sect, if our Qing-Yun Sect is so easily bullied, you are greatly mistaken."
"Also, you killed the men from my Qing-Yun Sect like a dog. Today, I will kill you and take your head as a tribute to the souls of the disciples who were killed by your Ten Thousand Lightning Sect!"
Ling Jian's voice was ice-cold and filled with killing intent. Suddenly, he stopped circulating his Spiritual Qi and extended his hand towards the sky to grab. A vast sword filled with violent sword Qis blossomed in front of the terrified and at a loss Wan Lei Jie.
After the chaotic sword lost the infusion of spiritual energy, the berserk energy contained within the sword gradually disappeared. Replacing it, there was a hint of brilliance and sharpness.
"You … You are the brat from the Cloud Sky Mountain Range?! "
"You talk so much nonsense."
Ling Jian was stunned as he spoke in a sinister tone. The Anarchic Sword had a strange arc to it as it chopped at Wan Lei Jie's neck while he was in a state of shock. He did not know how to retaliate.
Wan Lei Jie's neck flew out, blood all over Ling Jian's body.
"I'll borrow your head …"
"..."