Free Web NovelChapter 1181: Chapter 1181: The Limit
Demons tremble, spirits flee!
This phrase comes from the "Golden Light Spell," usually used for self-cultivation and longevity.
But in Kun Yun’s hands, combined with that purple talisman, its destructive power is terrifying.
A golden light flashed on Wang Sicong’s chest, so blinding that Xu Xianrong had to shield her eyes with her hand.
Boom~
After a loud crash that made the ground tremble, Xu Xianrong finally moved her hand away from her eyes. Taking a close look, she saw Wang Sicong already lying on the ground. There was now a hole the size of a fist on his right chest, penetrating front to back!
What was once his lung was now a bloody mess, with ribs shattered into powder mixed in blood, nauseating to behold.
Bright, eye-piercing blood flowed all over the ground, unmistakably dead.
"Dead..." Xu Xianrong muttered in disbelief, her mouth agape.
Xu Xianrong had seen death before; she’d even sent over a dozen souls to their graves.
But... this was a Golden Core master! And he had mastered the Barbaric Bone Nine Transformations!
A single purple talisman, killing him so easily... she admitted she couldn’t manage that. Although her previous sword strikes seemed effortless, only she understood the difficulty. If it were easy, she wouldn’t have spat so much blood, leaving her breath weak.
The golden light and loud noise drew the attention of Lin Tian and Wang Sijing as well.
While Xu Xianrong and the others were dueling, Lin Tian and Wang Sijing were locked in a fierce life-and-death battle. Both had suffered injuries to some degree, and Wang Sijing had been holding the upper hand all along, with Lin Tian nearing his limit after such a prolonged stalemate.
The commotion from Wang Sicong’s side immediately caught both their attentions due to its magnitude.
Seeing Wang Sicong’s body lying in a pool of blood, Lin Tian felt overwhelmed with information, his mind racing, and suddenly he grinned, saying, "Looks like it’s still our win."
"Is it?" Wang Sijing sneered, holding a long knife, "That fool wasn’t killed by Xu Xianrong, but by that old man Kun Yun."
Standing at her vantage point, Wang Sijing could clearly see what had just occurred, understanding the situation better than Lin Tian.
Lin Tian looked puzzled, pointing at the body he asked, "Isn’t that Wang Sicong? That’s your brother! And you’re happy he’s dead?"
"That useless fool!" Wang Sijing scoffed, "What’s the difference whether he’s alive or dead? Initially, I thought he might be useful by inheriting the legacy, but he turned out to be worthless, better off dead."
Lin Tian pointed at Wang Sijing, cursing, "You people from the Ancient Martial the Wang Family, you’re worse than beasts!"
"Am I wrong? That useless fool got killed by Kun Yun, a relief not having to deal with him anymore. You better worry about yourself now." Wang Sijing chuckled, "Wang Sicong’s dead, Xu Xianrong’s heavily injured without anyone to charm. She’s as weak as an ordinary person now, and as for you, within twenty moves, I’ll have you begging at my feet!"
As she spoke, Wang Sijing couldn’t contain her excitement and laughed heartily.
No matter the humiliation at the Five Pure Mountains or the events at Luoyan Dock’s True Martial Hall, today she would reclaim everything from Lin Tian!
"Are you so confident?" Lin Tian raised his middle finger, sneering, "Give it a try."
"Overconfident fool!"
Wang Sijing positioned a stone knife with a back edge across her chest, her gaze murderous, her face playful.
The Wang Family was known for using knives since cutting, slicing, chopping, and stabbing were wide-ranging and more violent compared to the agility of a sword. This aligns with the explosive power characteristic of the Wang Family.
The stone knife in Wang Sijing’s hand was naturally extraordinary. Forged from rare deep-sea rock, its entire body was ice-blue, with a rough blade and slightly dull edge, yet undeniably powerful, especially the barbs, which drew blood at a touch!
If it weren’t for such a treasure blade, it might have already been cut by Lin Tian’s Black Dragon Dagger.
Wang Sijing flicked the stone knife, and her entire body followed the blade, swiftly chasing after, the edge slightly tilted towards Lin Tian’s throat.
Nobody knew what kind of knife techniques she had mastered, but this fierce woman wielded the stone knife with impressive might, slashing and cutting, at times whipping up cold gusts with its blade.
Under such circumstances, Lin Tian retreated swiftly, slippery as an eel.
However, his meridians hadn’t fully healed, and his dodging speed was much slower than before, resulting in his clothes being ripped and his skin scratched to bleeding.
"Damn you, are you even a man?! What’s there to dodge?!" Wang Sijing’s veins bulged in fury, jumping madly, wishing she could chop this monkey up to feed to the dogs!
"Ha, with all your slashing and chopping, twenty moves must’ve passed by now, right? Just scratched me a bit and you boast about making me kneel. Have you looked in the mirror? Do you have what it takes?!" Lin Tian mocked, seemingly unaware of any danger.
He knew his condition best.
Actually, Lin Tian’s lungs felt like a broken bellows, struggling to breathe, let alone the Spiritual Qi in the Sea of Qi.
Seems like he was at his limit...
Lin Tian gazed at the steel plant’s entrance, as the sky had darkened, allowing only outlines to be seen.
Where was that damned old man?
He could barely hold on!
"Heh, how many more strikes can you withstand?" Wang Sijing asked.
"The Wang Family’s explosive power is renowned, but... with your high-level martial artist strength, how long will you last?" Lin Tian replied with a smile.
This comment was utterly grating in Wang Sijing’s ears!
Back at the Five Pure Mountains, Shuqing, that old man, had said there was a tribulation to undergo to achieve the Golden Core.
This tribulation wasn’t a heavenly thunder, but a human one.
Lin Tian was that tribulation, and as long as he died, the Golden Core would materialize sooner or later!
But saying it this way sounded like blatant ridicule?!
"I’ll kill you!" Wang Sijing raised her stone knife and ferociously struck the ground.
The ice-blue blade struck the ground, and as two stones collided, the ground split open with a hair-thin crack, extending toward Lin Tian.
To concentrate such force to a point required terrifying power and control.
In the twilight, this crack wasn’t apparent, and Lin Tian only reacted when it reached him. He hastily dodged, but it was too late; the cement beneath him suddenly burst apart as if detonated by a landmine.
The blade’s force, along with cement fragments, erupted, and though Lin Tian managed to dodge slightly, only half his body was struck.
But it was already enough to knock him down, the force slamming him to the ground.
Lin Tian lay there, gasping, attempting to stand but failing.
He really was at his limit...
