Chapter Nine Hundred and Three- In the Name of Eldest Shixiong (1/2)

Chapter Nine Hundred and Three- In the Name of Eldest Shixiong

The entire battalion in front of Lin Qian instantly exploded.

The exploding shen power formed a while sea that swallowed up Lin Qian. One hand holding tightly onto the Immemorial Sword, Lin Qian was protect behind the shield of light. He was filled with regret.

A famed general had died so simply.

Wanting to take him down as well? Pity … …

Suddenly, Lin Qian seemed to detect something. Almost at the same time, a great power collided with his light shield.

The light shield immediately shattered. This was Shuang Yu’s attack before his death.

The moment the shield of light shattered, Lin Qian’s Immemorial shook and formed a round barrier to protect him.

Pop pop pop!

The surging power seemed to find a target and flooded over. Each wave of power was insignificant to Lin Qian, but they came too quickly and there were too many!

The sword circle shattered.

Lin Qian gave a muffled grunt. Using this wave of power, he broke free of the wild ocean of power.

Having gotten free, Lin Qian looked from afar at the ocean of shen power .

He watched as it gradually calmed, and the ripples of power faded in the air.

Such an intense opponent!

Lin Qian sighed inwardly. Gu Liang Dao’s last attack used the entirety of his skill at controlling battle formations. He used the battle formation and astounding technique in control to self-destruct the entire battalion all at once. This kind of thing was never heard of before. Even Lin Qian had to admit that this was an opponent worthy of respect.

It was the first time he was wounded after entering god-level.

The wound was not serious. He would heal after resting for a few days. Lin Qian was not concerned. It was really profitable to pay this small price for destroying a top battle general and a top battalion.

A pity that Yang Yuan Hao was much more cunning and was harder to find. If Gu Liang Dao’s desire for revenge hadn’t been so strong, Kun Lun would not have cornered him so easily.

The impact of Gu Liang Dao’s death would be as a huge one for Mo Cloud Sea. When he thought of this, Lin Qian was satisfied.

At this time, a howling came from afar.

The howling seemed to contain the faint tinge of a dragon’s presence.

Lin Qian looked in the direction of the howl. The horizon seemed to be dyed in red and was unspeakably terrifying. A figure seemed to draw a bloody arc across the sky and was charging over at astonishing speed.

The figure suddenly disappeared from view.

In the next moment, a upright figure carrying a sword appeared in front of Lin Qian.

Lin Qian’s pupils suddenly contracted.

Wei Sheng!

What caused Lin Qian’s heart to sink was that other than the faint presence of dragon, Wei Sheng had the same presence as he did. Lin Qian knew what this meant.

God-level!

Wei Sheng was god-level!

Waves formed inside his mind. In that battle of the Central Plains, he had seen with his own eyes how Wei Sheng had burnined shen power to fight. He knew what the consequences of burning shen power were. Wei Sheng burning shen power back then at his power level should have died. Even if he managed to survive, he would be crippled.

How … … how could he have entered god-level!

A hint of sorrow flashed through Wei Sheng’s eyes!

He had come a step too late!

The remnants of shen power remnants here revealed what that just happened. But when Wei Sheng’s gaze landed on Lin Qian’s face, it turned to steely determination.

“Long time no see, Brother Wei.” Lin Qian was warm and polite. “I hadn’t thought that Brother Wei had entered god-level as well. Brother Wei has finally found the sword path of your heart, as expected of us sword xiu.”

Wei Sheng shook his head. “The sword I practice is not the same as yours.”

“Yes.” Lin Qian nodded. “It is hard to say who is right or wrong on the path of the sword. However, we can determine who is strong or weak. Wei Sheng, do you dare to fight me in the name of the sword?”

Lin Qian pointed his sword at Wei Sheng, his white robes flying, his presence intimidating.

“If it was anyone else, I would give them the chance for a fair fight. But the fight between you and I is not a study of our paths of the sword, it is a matter of vengeance.” Wei Sheng did not avoid Lin Qian’s gaze and said honestly, “I once swore a sword oath to destroy Kun Lun for Wu Kong. Today, one of us will die!”

Wei Sheng’s tone was like the hum of a sword, decisive and intimidating. The God-Killing Blood Sword in his hand shrieked as it pointed at Lin Qian.

Lin Qian knew that his attempted scheme had failed. He had just been lightly wounded. He would not fear the disadvantage if it was any other person. But he hadn’t expected that Wei Sheng was also god-level. This seemingly insignificant wound could prove to be fatal in a battle between god-level experts.

He had originally wanted to arouse Wei Sheng’s devotion to the sword and take advantage attack his psyche. He had thought that Wei Sheng would fall for it. Even if he didn’t, it would leave behind a shadow in his heard because he had won unfairly.

He hadn’t thought that Wei Sheng was honest and true to himself. A person like this could not be affected by simple words.

The unpredictable consequences of his past machinations had created such a great enemy in Mo Cloud Sea. One could only say that fate was fickle.

Lin Qian threw away his stray thoughts. While he was at a disadvantage, he was not scared. He smiled. “Alright! As Kun Lun’sEldest Shixiong and Wu Kong Eldest Shixiong, then in the name of Eldest Shixiong, let’s settle this!”

Peerless Kun Lun and that rural little sect Wu Kong Sword Sect were finally placed on equal ground for the first time by the words from Lin Qian’s mouth.

Wei Sheng’s expression was normal but his heart was affected.

Teachers and Sect, this disciples Wei Sheng finally got this chance!