C145 (1/2)

The people of the Ash Wolf Peak had always thought that Wang Yuan was just a small Spirit Master. The Misty Peak family looked like they only knew how to use their words. Now, without Bai Chen stopping them, it was easy for them to kill Wang Yuan.

However, just as he saw Wang Yuan pull out his sword, Ma Dong felt his heart inexplicably tremble. Before he could even react, he saw a ray of sword light soar into the sky with extreme speed and murderous intent. This aura was so overwhelming.

Who would have thought that Wang Yuan was actually a Spirit General! Moreover, he looked like a high level spirit general.

At this time, the people from the Ash Wolf Peak recalled that when they were in the inn, Li Yang had said that he would give the opportunity to beat them up to Bai Chen, otherwise it would be too much of a bullying.

Could it be that this wasn't a battle of words, but a true battle of words?

Ma Dong's heart chilled. In other words, Li Yang was unwilling to take action just now. Didn't that mean that Wang Yuan was stronger than Bai Chen and Wang Yuan?

The Misty Peak had actually become this powerful without anyone knowing. It had brought out two spirit general experts, and they were even high level spirit generals. Yet, the top ten sects didn't even know about this?

This Misty Peak was truly not to be underestimated. It was only at this moment that he finally understood why his martial uncle had felt so much regret before dying. He always regretted making an agreement with the Yu Jiang sect to expel the Misty Peak.

When he saw the other party charge towards him, he hurriedly raised the long blade in his hand to block. Even though it was extremely strenuous, with three people facing off against him at the same time, he could still feel blood gushing out from his throat.

The trio simultaneously felt a sweet taste at the back of their throats. Their hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and their hands started to tear apart.

The three of them were shocked as well. Ma Dong even stood up and turned around to leave.

Obviously, the three of them were not a match for Wang Yuan, as one move alone was more than enough, not to mention the next few moves, and from the looks of it, Wang Yuan had not even used his full strength yet, if he wanted to fight a few more times, it would still be more than enough.

Although he felt displeased with Bai Chen and the others, Ma Dong understood that life was more valuable than face. Thus, he immediately turned around and prepared to flee.

Moreover, the Misty Peak had so many soul generals, which was the biggest threat for the top ten sects in East Star Continent. If this news were to spread out, there would definitely be people watching the Misty Peak, which was very dangerous for the Misty Peak.

Therefore, Wang Yuan decided to not let this matter rest. He took a step forward and slashed at the opponent's back.

With just a single saber strike, three people fell.

If it wasn't for Bai Chen's ability, how could a normal person compare to the difference between the realms of a spirit general and a spirit sect? If Wang Yuan was serious, then Ma Dong and the rest of them wouldn't have been able to withstand a single blow and would have been instantly killed.

On the other side, Bai Chen and the Gate of Convergence were also fighting.

Although they had heard that the three people from the Ash Wolf Peak could only fight against Bai Chen together, and even felt a little fearful, they were relieved the moment they made a move. Bai Chen's ability was only that of an Intermediate Spirit Sect, and there was nothing they could hide.

How powerful could a mere Middle Spirit Sect be? In addition, he had already comprehended 30% of the true essence of the Blue Mirage Art. Killing Bai Chen could be said to be an easy task!

Thinking up to here, the leader of the Ju Yi Sect chopped down with his saber, wanting to strike down Bai Chen's lightning strike. The Blue Nether Art slightly activated, and the sky and earth lost its color.

Seeing the opponent's attack come down, Bai Chen's expression did not change. His feet moved in an extremely strange way, the long blade in his hand moved up to block. Although his movements were fast and nimble, his strength did not reach its maximum.

The people in the Ju Yi Hall thought that he would succeed in one move, and seeing that his attack was about to hit Bai Chen, they were secretly pleased with themselves. In their eyes, the treasured blade in Bai Chen's hand was already his.