NovelEnglishNing Luo was at Martial Qi Level Three, yet Ye
Qingtang could be evenly matched with him…
No, it was not a tied match either. The situation
before them was clearly Ye Qingtang suppressing
Ning Luo.
“Twisted…” Qin Huan’s eyes were widened.
Regardless of whether it was Ye Qingtang or
Ning Luo, both of them displayed a frightening
combat ability which had exceedingly surpassed
that of the inner sect disciples, even to the point
that Qin Huan could not see the tracks of Ye
Qingtang’s and Ning Luo’s attacks clearly…
Boom!
A loud explosion caused the Xuanling Sect
disciples to return to their senses.
At that instant, Ning Luo had already drawn out
his sword, which clashed with Ye Qingtang’s
Demonic Blood Sword.
The sword aura swept across the surroundings
instantly.
The expressions of the Xuanling Sect disciples
changed, and they immediately retreated
backward.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe amount of power from the battle between
Ye Qingtang and Ning Luo was not a joke, and
they could be chopped into pieces if they were
just a little careless.
If they innocently embroiled in this disaster, there
was no one they could find to reason when they
died without a trace.
“Haha… Ye Qingtang, you’re really not an
ordinary person. You’re only at the Third
Heaven of Martial Qi Level Two but could force
me to draw my sword out. You’re truly not
simple…”
Ning Luo laughed as he looked at Ye Qingtang.
However, Ning Luo had not finished his
sentence yet when Ye Qingtang’s left fist was
hercely thrown on Ning Luo’s face.
Boom!
Then, Ning Luo’s face was a little twisted, and he
was flung several meters away from Ye
Qingtang’s punch.
“You…” After steadying himself, Ning Luo
wiped the blood from the corners of his lips as
haze clouded his eyes.
“You? So full of b*llsh*t.” Ye Qingtang sneered
coldly.
“Haha…” Ning Luo guftawed suddenly. “Forget
it… | originally wanted to play with you, but
since you don’t know how to appreciate my
kindness, there is no need for me to be merciful
already.”
“Really? Show me your best then.” Ye Qingtang
uttered.
Since Ye Qingtang had already confirmed that
Ning Luo was a Yunxiao Sect disciple, she made
up her mind to kill him right there and not allow
him to flee back to Yunxiao. Otherwise… even
she would not be able to stop history from
repeating itself.
“You’re so confident, Ye Qingtang. Could it be
that you thought I’ve already done my best?”
Ning Luo asked.
“A bunch of nonsense!” Ye Qingtang shouted
coldly. Then, she leaped up and slashed the
Demonic Blood Sword down at Ning Luo,
wanting to split Ning Luo into two.
At that instant, Ning Luo was motionless in face
of Ye Qingtang’s mighty aura as he snickered.
“You’re a mere red spirit root, and there’s no way
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmyou can understand the Paragon Skill… Just this
fact itself has already sentenced you to death.”
As he spoke, his aura changed drastically.
In the dense forest, the surrounding temperature
dropped, and there seemed to even be snowflakes
descending slowly.
“The Paragon Skill?!”
Zhu Changge, Qin Huan, and the other
Xuanling Sect disciples who were hidden far
away could not help but quiver in the extremely
cold temperature. A hint of terror emerged in
their eyes at that moment.
Although it was said that there was a chance of
understanding the Paragon Skill from yellow
spirit roots onward, many cultivators were
nowhere close to understanding it even after an
entire lifetime.
Not mentioning cultivators with yellow spirit
roots, even those with green spirit roots might
not be able to understand the Paragon Skill
throughout their lives.
For example, while Xuanling Sect had disciples
with green spirit roots, Feng Moli was the only
one who understood the Paragon Skill!
As the group panicked, frost formed all over the
ground.
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