Deliveryman of the Heaven

Tang Zhuangyuan was obviously confused.    

He did not know how strong Weiqing's copying ability was, and how he had even snatched him away from him?    

Weiqing was a Saint Ruler of the first generation, and Tang Zhuangyuan was a Saint Ruler of the fourth generation. From the surface, the strength of the two of them seemed to be insufficient for Tang Zhuangyuan to fight, even if Weiqing was a monstrous talent, then with Tang Zhuangyuan's strength, he would definitely hold the upper hand in the battle. However, Weiqing's strength was obviously stronger than Tang Zhuangyuan's, but their battle would end up in a draw.    

Weiqing smiled slightly and said: "I have graduated from university."    

Tang Zhuangyuan was stupefied.    

Weiqing explained, "To put it simply, I would be considered an Elementary Scholar if I were to take the written examination in the Nine Regions?"    

The Nine Regions followed the literary test, and it had the feel of an ancient examination. There were only a few hundred people that could make it onto the list every year, let alone Tang Zhuangyuan, the top scorer who had already passed the second round of examinations. In the mortal world, Weiqing resided in, there were many universities, and even Tsinghua and Peking University had over a thousand students enrolled in their year. Weiqing, on the other hand, was just an ordinary undergraduate.    

Tang Zhuangyuan shouted in a low voice, "A mere Elementary Scholar like you was able to comprehend the way of the heaven and earth, and copy all sorts of things?"    

Weiqing chuckled: "You are just a scholar, yet you are able to soar into the realm of the Saint Rulers with a single leap. What is impossible in this world, take out your abilities, if not you will die an ugly death."    

waved the brush in his hand, and the ink suddenly turned into a painting. The ink diffused in the air and casually formed a painting of a mountain and river, with mountains and water, grass and trees, as though he was in a fairyland of immortality, and it was extremely realistic. Weiqing and Tang Zhuangyuan surrounded them, and with a point in the air, the two black dots that appeared suddenly turned into a dragon and a phoenix.    

Weiqing waved his hands, summoning out the black iron rod, he threw it at the dragon and phoenix.    

The dragon and phoenix disappeared and turned into ink, but they gathered in the sky and devoured it once more. The dragon and phoenix spitted out fire, the phoenix hissed, and the sky turned upside down.    

"Kill!"    

Weiqing held onto the black iron rod, casually wrote the word "kill" and rushed towards Long Feng.    

The dragon and the phoenix fused with the character 'kill', constantly making contact. Waves of terrifying shockwaves caused the entire ink world to tremble violently.    

With a wave of the brush in Tang Zhuangyuan's hand, he drew a dozen or so black lines consecutively, transforming into a gigantic pillar that lifted up the sky and landed loudly around the world of ink.    

"Haha, an Elementary Scholar is still an Elementary Scholar. He has yet to familiarize himself with the basics of calligraphy and paintings. How powerful would these words be!" Tang Zhuangyuan waved his ink pen, and one after another divine dragon appeared out of nowhere, instantly crushing Weiqing's "kill" character. Eight divine dragons flattered a golden phoenix and surrounded Weiqing within.    

Weiqing did not move, but waited quietly.    

Weiqing learned the art of copying from Yu Wen.    

During the North Harbour, Yu Wen had asked Weiqing to learn more about calligraphy and painting to strengthen his comprehension of the ability of copying. However, Weiqing did not. After all, Weiqing did not have the talent to draw a poem, he would not even be able to write a few words. Therefore, although Weiqing had a very deep understanding of the Dao of copying and knew that once one reached the pinnacle of copying, they would be able to copy all living things, create a human, and even copy a world, which was much better than the so-called absolute domain!    

But copying it, really required a very special kind of Inherent Skill, and Weiqing believed that he did not possess this kind of Inherent Skill.    

Simply put, he was a great scholar with a belly full of cotton, and for someone like Weiqing who could not even understand Chinese and could even write a few words like dog poop, it was already extremely difficult for him to become a saint in terms of literature. Although in terms of skill at copying, Weiqing was not as good as Tang Zhuangyuan, but it was still impossible for Tang Zhuangyuan to suppress Weiqing with just the power of copying.    

Boom! Boom! Boom!    

The nine divine dragons and the golden phoenix formed a formation!    

Weiqing was sealed in the middle, there was nowhere to hide.    

It was because dead beings did not have a spirit, and any living being that had a spirit would have more difficulty copying them. And of all the living things in the world, the most intelligent were naturally the people, followed by the closest ones, such as the Divine Dragon and Luan. For example, Tang Zhuangyuan was able to copy out nine Divine Dragons and one Divine Phoenix in one go, so it was very likely that his skill in copying was close to being able to copy out a living person.    

However, there seemed to be a very small gap between the two, and the real gap was very large.    

If Tang Zhuangyuan could copy a complete person, then he would already be at the level of a Creator, possessing the ability to split heaven and earth.    

Obviously, Tang Zhuangyuan did not have that ability yet.    

Therefore, Weiqing still had room for retaliation.    

Weiqing held the black iron rod, and poured all of his soul force into the black iron rod. Faintly, a three-headed devil dragon appeared behind Weiqing, then he quickly copied out the two words he had heard from the huge stone palace. These two words looked very ordinary, without any radiance.    

In the air above these two words, the faint image of that enormous palace could be seen!    

Weiqing shouted 'kill'.    

These two words were headed towards the Nine Dragons One Phoenix Seal, and in an instant, the world turned silent as time and space came to a standstill!    

In that instant, the nine dragons and the phoenix shattered and dispersed into ink, and the surrounding water and ink also disappeared without a trace. Tang Zhuangyuan opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, as he roared furiously, "Impossible, this is impossible! How could you have gone to that place, where strangers are not allowed to enter, how could you copy out the contents of that place, this is impossible …"    

Weiqing stared blankly for a moment. Listening to Tang Zhuangyuan's tone, he seemed to recognize the origin of the two words "copying".    

"Tell me what you know and I'll spare your life." Weiqing shouted.    

Tang Zhuangyuan laughed out loud: "You won't know, you'll never know. Only I know the secrets of that place!"    

"Then I'll kill you!" Weiqing walked towards Tang Zhuangyuan one step at a time. The reason why Tang Zhuangyuan lost to him was not because his ability to copy was weak, but because he lost under the two words, Giant Rock Palace's two words, and the nine stages of Star Tribulation that could control Chaotic World, was a power that surpassed all existences. Even the two words alone, surpassed the power of all living beings!    

At this time, the White Dragon King stood up.    

"Weiqing, you are indeed strong enough to be able to defeat Tang Zhuangyuan. However, you have your Essence injured, what are you going to do about you defeating the second Saint Ruler?" Although the White Dragon King's tone was arrogant, the old cunning fox did not attack immediately. Instead, he squinted his eyes and carefully examined the change in aura on Weiqing's body.