Dao Ling looked at Qian Jing and smiled. "I also want to know why you're so arrogant. Bring out all your tricks."
Although Qian Jing was at the Half-Step Rhyme Spirit Realm, he hadn't fully broken through. The gap was enormous. Dao Ling had already shattered his physical limits, his combat power completely transformed—he feared no Half-Step Rhyme Spirit cultivator.
Qian Jing's face turned铁青 (livid), his fists clenched as he roared with a狰狞 (ferocious) expression, "You good-for-nothing! You're truly courting death! I'll kill you, you bastard!"
With a boom, Qian Jing's body erupted in a massive airwave, surrounded by cyan light that made the vacuum tremble. His body glowed with a strange energy, each wisp carrying a powerful fluctuation—the hallmark of the Rhyme Spirit Realm, where one's entire aura transforms.
Once the transformation completes, one can channel heaven-earth energy to attack enemies, unleashing terrifying combat power! *So what if your physique is strong? I'll suppress you with the might of heaven and earth!*
Qian Jing charged, his palm shrouded in cyan light, exuding an oppressive aura as he struck toward Dao Ling's chest.
Dao Ling冷哼 (snorted coldly), stomped the ground, and lunged forward. His fist glowed golden, like forged gold,碾压 (crushing) toward Qian Jing.
Boom!
The air tore as their fierce clash unfolded—fist and palm intertwined, unleashing huge airwaves that swept across the area.
Dao Ling bellowed, his black hair fluttering as his entire body erupted with surging blood qi, like a furnace burning. Every inch of muscle vibrated, his bones ringing! His entire body became a weapon of attack as he closed in, fists raining down on Qian Jing with unstoppable momentum.
Within Dao Ling, golden blood qi surged and boiled. He felt his aura skyrocket with each blow. Since growing stronger, he'd never experienced a real battle—this was the perfect opportunity to temper his body!
Qian Jing grew more alarmed. Each strike felt like hitting a boulder, met with an unshakable force that left him drained. Dao Ling's speed and precision only increased, making Qian Jing feel like a whetstone for his opponent.
"Dammit! How could I have such a ridiculous thought? I must kill him, this bastard!" Qian Jing's face was cold with杀意 (killing intent). Failing to defeat a good-for-nothing would be laughable.
Qian Jing's palm slammed down, bursting with dazzling light like a divine sword, unleashing a fierce aura.
"Mountains-Shaking Strike!" he roared, ejecting inner energy that felt as heavy as mountains.
The Mountains-Shaking Strike was a high-tier martial art. Mastered, it could shake mountains, wielding immense power!
As the palm attacked, Dao Ling's eyes narrowed. This was a high-tier technique, and he felt Qian Jing's aura surge by 30-40%—the power of martial arts. But for Dao Ling, it was still insufficient.
He clenched his palm, golden energy from his qi sea surging into his palm as his blood qi roiled. His palm glowed like gold as he pressed forward!
Their palms clashed in mid-air, shaking heaven and earth. The air surged outward, and nearby walls trembled.
Qian Jing staggered back seven or eight steps to steady himself, his palm throbbing as blood trickled from his虎口 (thenar eminence).
Dao Ling's blood qi also rippled, but he stomped the ground, his body glowing golden.运转 (circulating) the Devouring Heaven Technique, he suppressed the turbulent blood qi, now more under control than ever.
"Half-Step Rhyme Spirit!" Qian Lin trembled. This good-for-nothing had broken through to Half-Step Rhyme Spirit! Challenging him now was suicide.
Qian Jing's face darkened. He'd used all his trump cards and still couldn't defeat Dao Ling. Where had this kid come from, able to withstand high-tier martial arts?
With a sinister smile, Qian Jing produced a cyan longsword. Wisps of cyan light flickered, the blade exuding icy寒气 (chill). "Kid, you are strong, but you'll still die by my hand!" This was a top-grade spiritual weapon—crushing Dao Ling with it would be easy.
"Don't be too arrogant, or you'll die without knowing why," Dao Ling shrugged indifferently.
Qian Jing raged. Did this brat know who he was? As the grandson of the Qian family head, how dare he speak like that!
"Die!" Qian Jing roared, pouring surging vitality into the spiritual weapon. The sword surged with dazzling sword lights. He gripped the hilt with both hands and slashed down, the cyan blade cleaving the air.
"Spiritual weapon!" Dao Ling's eyes narrowed. He侧身 (sidestepped) instantly, and a fearsome sword qi flew past, splitting the wall like tofu. Spiritual weapons, though the lowest grade, were terrifying. Higher-grade treasure weapons could even pierce mountains!
Dodging several attacks, Dao Ling watched the panting Qian Jing and sneered, "So what if you have a spiritual weapon?"
Qian Jing seethed, veins bulging as he wildly swung the sword.
"This spiritual weapon is indeed extraordinary... but now it's mine," Dao Ling冷哼 (snorted). He dashed forward.
"Swish!" The sword slashed toward his neck, air exploding and coldness spreading. Dao Ling's head narrowly missed—the strike would have decapitated him.
He moved faster, dropping to the ground to avoid the blow, then grabbed Qian Jing's shoulder and pressed down.
Qian Jing howled, feeling his arm dislocated. Cold sweat poured as the sword flew from his grasp.
"Scram!" Dao Ling's leg shot out like a drawn sword, air bursting and phantoms appearing as he kicked Qian Jing's abdomen.
"Pu!" Qian Jing vomited blood, his trembling body flying backward and rolling on the ground, feeling his body shatter.
Dao Ling advanced with murderous intent, stomping on Qian Jing's back.
"Dammit! Stop!" a furious shout rang out. A youth with a铁青 (livid) face approached. He never expected a master to emerge here—Qian Jing was no match. Such a person must be eliminated!
"Brother! Kill him!" Qian Jing shouted with狂喜 (ecstasy), "Kill this bastard!"
"Still arrogant?" Dao Ling冷笑 (chuckled). His foot landed squarely on Qian Jing's back, shattering bones and sending him flying like a dead dog.
"Damn you! You're courting death!" Qian Rong prepared to teach Dao Ling a lesson, but seeing this, he raged. Dao Ling had ignored his warning!
"Arrogant fool!" Qian Rong roared, unleashing a vast波动 (wave) that shook heaven and earth, overwhelming Dao Ling. The可怕的 (terrible) pressure扭曲 (twisted) the vacuum, suffocating Dao Ling.
Dao Ling felt the oppressive force, his cold gaze fixing on Qian Rong. He urgently needed to grow stronger—Rhyme Spirit Realm was indeed powerful, able to wield heaven-earth might.
"Dao Ling, you think you're tough? Fight now!" Qian Lin shouted with阴毒 (venom), "Brother Rong, kill him! Kill this beast!"
"Shut up!" Qian Rong shot him a阴冷 (sinister) glance, then clenched his fist. This brat was a nobody daring to strike his brother—he'd grown tired of living.
"Kneel!" Qian Rong glared down at Dao Ling. With a cold shout, his aura intensified, dazzling light radiating from his body as nearby willow trees shattered!