Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System

Chapter 912: Chapter 297: Cang Ji, How Can You Be Such a Coward? (Part 4)

No one is unafraid.

"Cang Ji, stand up... burn your breath, aren’t you a dignified Divine Elder, are you a coward?

"Get out here, don’t make me look down on you!"

Zhao Qian’en’s furious shout echoed across the sky, comparable to thunder breaking.

...

"He..."

Bai Hui Sect wanted to call Zhao Qian’en back.

If Cang Ji really went for mutual destruction, Zhao Qian’en’s life would be over.

"Don’t worry, Cang Ji wouldn’t dare!"

Mu Jingliang shook his head to stop Bai Hui Sect.

Zhao Qian’en is merely attacking Cang Ji’s prestige, he can’t go for mutual destruction, Zhao Qian’en won’t die.

"My big brother, truly brave!"

Yang Lezhi licked his lips, feeling especially admiring of Zhao Qian’en at this moment.

"That’s also my big brother, sworn siblings."

Meng Yang quickly added.

Su Yue and Bai Xiaolong kept silent.

"Regret it, you two?"

Then, Yang Lezhi asked again.

"No regrets, my father-in-law is Ninth Grade, and my godfather too!"

Su Yue shook his head.

He actually felt a bit regretful; being sworn brothers with a Ninth Grade general sounded pretty cool.

But what’s missed is missed.

"Bai Xiaolong, don’t speak, I know you’re regretting, but regret is useless!"

Meng Yang mocked.

"Bai Xiaolong is indifferent to fame and wealth, he doesn’t regret it!"

Su Yue supported Bai Xiaolong.

Bai Xiaolong couldn’t speak!

His face gradually turned livid.

Damn, I regret it.

Regret so much my intestines turned blue.

He hated this group of guys.

Every single one, a bastard.

Especially Su Yue, this rich dog.

Always claiming his family is poor, living off food delivery, but with Ninth Grades backing him, tougher than a turtle shell, simply the top prodigy of the Divine Land’s martial world.

Such a pretender, of course, you wouldn’t regret it.

...

In front of the allied forces.

Watching Zhao Qian’en step closer and closer, although Cang Ji looked calm, his heart was in panic.

What a joke.

How could I, Cang Ji, a future apex, possibly ruin my pinnacle hopes because of a beginner Ninth Grade like you?

If I really went for mutual destruction, it would mean losing the hope of reaching the pinnacle.

Jing Niao City can be forsaken, but the opportunity for the pinnacle cannot be lost.

"You two, go stop him!"

Then, Cang Ji looked at the two Ninth Grades beside him.

I spent money to hire you guys, are you just here to set the scene like models?

"You... weren’t you going for mutual destruction?"

The Steel Bone Race was taken aback.

He even prepared to watch the show, waiting for Cang Ji to self-destruct, and then after the tree falls, monkeys scatter, seeing if there was anything left in Jing Niao City to take.

If Cang Ji really burned his Qi ring, his pinnacle hope would be gone, and everyone wouldn’t fear him anymore.

But who could have thought, this old bastard chickened out.

"Hahaha, Cang Ji, are you chickening out?

"With your character, you should just abandon Jing Niao City and run away, right?

"Honestly, your face makes me disgusted!"

Zhao Qian’en kept moving forward.

Bang!

Zhao Qian’en suddenly flashed.

The Grandmaster Corps of the foreign race was also retreating, but with a flicker, Zhao Qian’en was already among them.

Zhao Qian’en’s hand directly grasped the head of a Sixth-Grade Grandmaster.

Then Zhao Qian’en flashed again, back to the void between the two armies.

Immediately, the Grandmaster camp retreated hundreds of meters again, and was fiercely guarded by the Eighth Grade City Lord.

A slight negligence earlier, another Sixth Grade was lost.

Zhao Qian’en had to come back!

If you let too many ants bite you, even an elephant can die, his Qi blood was still unstable after a recent breakthrough.

"Cang Ji, I’ve captured one of your Charging Generals, won’t you come to their rescue?"

Actually, Zhao Qian’en’s speed just now was his last attempt.

Risking it to seize a Sixth Grade was purely to strike at Cang Ji’s prestige.

Though appearing calm, grabbing a Sixth-Grade wasn’t easy, Zhao Qian’en picked a soft target, and this Sixth Grade was already seriously injured.

"General, save me!"

This Sixth Grade was also cowardly, having no spine, directly pleading for help.

Cang Ji was so angry his liver hurt.

He cursed in his heart: You’re supposedly a Charging General, have some backbone, end yourself, you idiot.

But in truth, this Sixth Grade was incredibly scared of death.

"General, save me!"

He continued to plead.

Crunch!

Crunch!

Crunch!

Zhao Qian’en grinned wickedly, his grip tightening, the Sixth Grade’s skull began to deform, people could even hear the friction sound of bone being squeezed.

The Grandmaster’s skull was quite hard, unable to crush instantly.

But this made it all the more terrifying.

"Don’t dare, huh?

"Cang Ji, you coward, you don’t dare, hahaha... from today on, your cowardly image, Cang Ji, will be known by every beast in the Eight Races Sacred Land through the Source Reflection Stone.

"Cang Ji, you’re nothing but a coward!"

Zhao Qian’en’s face was full of contempt, incessantly mocking.

"Ah, ah... Divine Elder, save me, save me..."

This Sixth-Grade Grandmaster played along.

A cowardly general with cowardly soldiers, truly a bunch of cowards together.

The two Ninth Grades next to Cang Ji were amazed.

The Steel Bone Race looked at Cang Ji, then at Zhao Qian’en.

He actually believed if Zhao Qian’en really charged in, Cang Ji might indeed flee.

This guy’s nature was indifferent and selfish, preferring the apex.

"Cang Ji, are you planning to abandon Jing Niao City and run away on your own?

"Are your loyal subordinates merely pieces you can sacrifice at any time?

"If I were under your command, I’d be especially disappointed. Following a foolish coward like you, the Divine Elder, what’s there to gain? What’s there for the future?

"The strongest Ninth Grade, utterly ridiculous, utterly absurd... Cang Ji, you’re nothing but a rat!"

Zhao Qian’en continued his furious scolding, while Cang Ji’s face turned livid with anger, but he couldn’t retort a single word.