581 A Flower Addic (2/2)

With a clanging sound, he unsheathed his podao.

He stood in front of the futon, slashing in mid air.

With the slashing motion, the podao in his hand became immediately brighter.

Countless golden light emanated from the dark body of the blade.

Just like the sun peeking out from the clouds, it brightened up the dark hall and shot towards the Flower Addict Lu Chenjia.

”Divine Light!”

Cheng Ziqing from the Sword Garret looked at the golden light that emanated from Ning Que's blade as his expression changed.

Back then when Liu Yiqing lost under Ning Que's blade at the Academy, there were rumors that Ning Que had learned the West-Hill Divine Skill. However, the Sword Garret didn't really believe it and felt that there was something wrong with the telling. Until today, seeing first hand how the podao in Ning Que's hands was shining with the Haotian Divine Light, Cheng Ziqing knew that the rumors were true.

The Priest of the West-Hill Divine Palace, Cheng Lixue, had a conflict-filled expression. He had seen Ning Que's sword burning with divine light at the side door of the Academy. However, he didn't expect the Divine Light on his podao now to become even stronger.

Watching the blade, the powerhouses in the hall changed their faces.

They were watching from the side, so they didnt have to close their eyes.

However, the Flower Addict Lu Chenjia was facing the Divine Light from the podao head on and had no choice but to close her eyes.

In fact, before Ning Que even waved his blade, she had already closed her eyes.

She had wanted to die a long time ago, so she was waiting for death.

But someone couldn't watch her dying like this.

Quni Madi shouted as she sprang up from the futon to the front of Lu Chenjia. She held her walking stick horizontally with one hand, forming a thick veteran Buddhist aura.

Ning Que's blade travelled across the hall and landed heavily on the walking stick.

The Haotian Divine Light clashed with the thick Buddhist aura from the walking stick as it splattered all around like burning flames.

Quni Madi closed her eyes firmly. The wrinkles on her face were lighted up clearly by the Divine Light, almost as if they had countless golden threads or like magma that was burned, ready to collapse at any moment.

In an instant, the old woman's hands holding the walking stick started trembling. She seemed to feel incredible pain as she moaned before falling against a wall, spurting out blood from her mouth.

Ning Que was done with his blade skills as he lifted his right foot and walked over.

Quni Madi sat leaning against the wall. Her body was full of blood and as she saw Ning Que walking over; her pale face was filled with horror and pain as she shouted angrily, ”Why haven't you taken your shot!”

The people in the hall had no idea whom this old woman was seeking help from.

Master Boshu sighed softly as he created an Emblematic Gesture with both hands in front of him.

This gesture was weird, the index finger of the right hand was slightly bent, like a mischievous kid shooting out a rock.

A compassionate yet stifling Buddhism Sect aura attacked Ning Que.

Master Boshu was still the president of Commandment Yard of the Xuankong Temple and if one were to judge him based on the state of his cultivation, his shocking cultivation was at least in the Knowing Destiny State. Among the people in the hall, only Cheng Ziqing could fight him.

Ning Que's actual cultivation state was still some distance from this monk. He was only able to intimidate him at Tile Mountain as he had the Primordial Thirteen Arrows in his hands back then. His arrows had been in full force for a long time and had incredible power.

In the temple today, Ning Que was holding a blade but not a bow. However, he didn't show any fear on his face as he rushed forward, ignoring the power of the Emblematic Gesture of the Buddhism Sect.

Quni Madi shouted angrily as she tried to raise her walking stick again.

Ning Que swung his blade down.

The walking stick broke as Quni Madi spat blood again.

The Buddhism Sect Emblematic Gesture was already behind Ning Que.

Ning Que lifted his brows slightly as the point of the blade tipped slightly, going past Lu Chenjia's face.

Then, his left hand twisted into a figure of a bird's beak at his side.

The aura of the Buddhism Sect Emblematic Gesture was slightly stopped.

Ning Que went back leisurely and stood in front of Sangsang.

After that, the power of the Emblematic Gesture fell on the floor.

With a soft thud, the tough stone tiles of the hall were slightly dented.

A wisp of black hair fell off Lu Chenjia's face.

A bloody wound appeared on her face.