Chapter 1417 - Taoist Line (1/2)
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
Supreme Saint Nine Spirits shot a glance at Supreme Saint Manjian and said, “Bu Ji has already refined the fragmented soul of Supreme Saint Golden Lion into his own supreme saint fighting soul. I don’t think he’s strong enough to do that.”
“It was me. I helped him,” Supreme Saint Manjian said.
Supreme Saint Nine Spirits nodded, as that was what he expected to have happened.
Supreme Saint Manjian said, “However, I was impressed that he could withstand the power of the fragmented soul of a supreme saint. He’s one of my outstanding disciples. I can cultivate him in the future.”
Su Qingling looked to Zhang Ruochen and said, “Hey, look, the guy with a supreme body const.i.tution is finally devoted to the fight. Do you reckon Bu Ji can make him show his true power this time?”
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“Dragon and Elephant Prajna.”
Zhang Ruochen raised his arms, and his bones made cracking sounds. And then, a dragon phantom and an elephant phantom showed up on each side, and two barren savage beasts dashed toward Bu Ji.
Bang!
Zhang Ruochen’s claws and Bu Ji’s hands clashed with each other.
Fierce saintly way power emanated and formed saintly Qi waves outside Heaven Pa.s.s Cave.
The saint-level dragon soul and elephant soul couldn’t compare with the golden lion battle soul that was at supreme saint level, so the golden lion battle soul crushed the dragon phantom and elephant phantom when they touched.
Zhang Ruochen didn’t step back, and the saint Qi started to flow fiercely in his meridians and saint meridians, forming a stronger palm force.
Boom!
Bu Ji bounced back like an artillery sh.e.l.l, hitting the wall of a saint palace.
He fell onto the ground against the wall, and he felt that his entire body was about to crumble.
“How was that possible? How? I have the fragmented soul of Supreme Saint Golden Lion, yet your beast souls are only at saint level. How did you defeat me?”
Bu Ji clenched his fist in anger and bitterness.
Bu Ji had a st.u.r.dy body and the battle soul of a supreme saint. He didn’t need to fear anyone who was at the same level.
However, he was annihilated by a saint who had just reached Heaven Pa.s.s Realm, even though he used the cultivation of pinnacle Heaven Pa.s.s Realm.
This was a huge blow to him.
Zhang Ruochen said, “The battle soul of a supreme saint is indeed mighty, much stronger than the dragon soul and elephant soul, but battle souls are only there for help. You’re really powerful when your strength is strong enough. You’ve already lost three times, so you should give me thirty drops of Ning True Saint Dew.”
Bu Ji’s face blushed. He clenched his teeth and said, “No, let’s fight one last time. I’ll use my low-tier true-saint cultivation. If you can ward off one full-strength move of mine, I’ll give you all the Ning True Saint Dew in my bottle. How does that sound?”
“Pst. You’re shameless.”
A girl giggled.
And then, a blue being showed up in front of Heaven Pa.s.s Cave, and she was unfathomably fast.
Su Qingling was dressed in blue like an orchid, standing between Bu Ji and Zhang Ruochen. She said, “What’s the point of that? You might as well just use your real power.”
Bu Ji’s face turned redder. He said, “This is a fair fight.”
Su Qingling rolled her eyes and said, “You’re going to use the power of a true saint, and you call that a fair fight? Don’t you know the gap between Heaven Pa.s.s saints and true saints is enormous? And you’re asking a saint who’s just reached Heaven Pa.s.s Realm to ward off a full-strength attack of yours? Are you serious?”
Bu Ji said, “Why’re you defending outsiders, Qingling?”
Su Qingling smiled and said, “First of all, we’re all monks from Guanghan Field, so we’re all family to each other.
“Also, I wasn’t helping anyone, just stating a fact.”
Bu Ji dispersed her saint Qi and said, “Then I won’t attack him. It’s not a shame being defeated by someone with supreme body const.i.tution.”
Zhang Ruochen had been observing Su Qingling the whole time. He noticed that she was incredibly fast, and that she might be stronger than Bu Ji.
Guanghan Field was indeed a giant field where there were lots of talents. The two people standing in front of him could already rival those on the ‘Hero Rank.’
Su Qingling stared at Zhang Ruochen and said, “I’m Su Qingling from the Nine Spirits Race.”
Bu Ji held his fists and said to Zhang Ruochen, “I’m the twenty-seventh disciple of Supreme Saint Manjian, Bu Ji. Sorry for offending you just now. I should give you thirty drops of Ning True Saint Dew since I was defeated by you three times.”
“No rush.”
Zhang Ruochen looked calm and said, “You don’t need to suppress your cultivation. Just use all your strength. I’ll take that strike.
Both Bu Ji and Su Qingling were dazed.
Su Qingling looked at Bu Ji’s bottle, and she understood that Zhang Ruochen wanted all the Ning True Saint Dew.