War Sovereign Soaring The Heavens

“How fast!” The eyes of the Saint Land disciples seated around the Death Arena brightened immediately when they saw thousands of Yang Wen’s afterimages appearing in the sky.

“This is the high-grade movement Divine Ability, the Wind Spirit Possession, that Senior Brother Yang Wen comprehended?”

At this instant, it seemed as though they could envision the scene of Duan Ling Tian losing the effect of his assist-type Divine Ability and how Yang Wen would kill him.

“Senior Brother Yang Wen’s speed is even faster than Duan Ling Tian’s speed after he has cast his high-grade movement Divine Ability. As expected, there’s not much suspense in this battle!”

“I kinda regret not betting more on Senior Brother Yang Wen now!”

“Me too. I only placed a bet of 1,000 Contribution Points!”

Many of the Saint Land disciples were certain Duan Ling Tian was going to lose and die. They even began to regret not betting everything they had on Yang Wen since they felt it was a sure win.

“Yang Wen’s speed is a lot faster than Duan Ling Tian’s speed. If Duan Ling Tian only has so much up his sleeve, I’m afraid he’s no match for Yang Wen at all!” Liu Yun muttered as he watched the scene before him with a solemn expression.

Although 100,000 Contribution Points was not that much to him, he still could not help feeling his heart ache when he thought about it being gone just like that.

“Junior Brother Ling Tian definitely has more techniques than these!” Liu Mu’s almost blind faith in Duan Ling Tian made Liu Yun shake his head inwardly. He no longer said anything to dissuade him from his thinking.

“Junior Brother Ling Tian!”

“Senior Brother Ling Tian!”

Whether it was Sun De or Guan Xiu, both were feeling nervous at this moment.

They were very clear that from the moment Yang Wen cast his high-grade movement Divine Ability, the Wind Spirit Possession, the battle would be coming to an end.

Duan Ling Tian might stand a chance in winning if he could match Yang Wen’s speed. However, if he could not do so, Yang Wen would eventually kill him once his assist-type Divine Ability lost its effect.

Both of them felt the latter was most likely to happen.

It was not that they had no confidence Duan Ling Tian, they just did not know where to get it from.

After all, the gap between their cultivation base was just too huge.

Even after Duan Ling Tian cast his assist-type Divine Ability, his Saint Energy was only be equivalent to the Saint Energy of an Intermediate Quintessential Saint Stage Martial Cultivator. Yang Wen’s force, on the other hand, was the Saint Origin that domineered over the Saint Energy. It was the energy that solely belonged to a Saint Celestial Stage powerhouse!

In their opinion, it was a miracle that Duan Ling Tian could even force Yang Wen to cast his high-grade moment Divine Ability, the Wind Spirit Possession. They did not even dare to think that Duan Ling Tian would be able to defeat and kill Yang Wen.

Howl!

The sound of a beast howling reverberated in the air. As it turned out, Yang Wen had used his Saint Origin to consolidate a gigantopithecus covered in blood-red Qi that was holding a long spear again. Similarly, it charged at Duan Ling Tian again.

“Do you think this technique will still work on me?” Duan Ling Tian said calmly. In the next moment, everybody present on the scene could hear the sound of swords whistling in the air.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

To the Saint Land disciples below the Saint Celestial Stage, they could only hear the sound of swords whistling in the air. They could not even catch a trace of the afterimages of the swords.

Under the watchful gaze of the crowd, the gigantopithecus that Yang Wen used his Saint Origin to cast the medium-grade offensive Divine Ability, the Three Flowers Unification, was once again ruthlessly destroyed by Duan Ling Tian.

“Die!” Yang Wen shouted before the crowd even regained their senses from seeing the gigantopithecus being destroyed again/ His voice permeated every corner of the Palace of Death.

In the next moment, they saw Yang Wen charging toward Duan Ling Tian. As he charged out, hundreds of afterimages formed in his wake, holding a long spear in their hands.

“Senior Brother Yang Wen has taken out his Hundred Inscriptions Saint Spear!” Many people’s eyes brightened immediately.

Swoosh!

Yang Wen seized the chance while Duan Ling Tian was destroying the gigantopithecus using the sword net that he weaved and activated his movement Divine Ability, the Wind Spirit Possession. It seemed as though he had transformed into a gust of wind as he charged toward Duan Ling Tian and rotated the Hundred Inscriptions Spear and appeared before him in just a blink of an eye.

Rasp! Rasp! Rasp!

…

As the spear that was filled with Saint Origin swept out, the profundity of the spear-type martial tactic contained in it produced a noise that rang in the air.

The spear seemed to blessed as it swept out toward Duan Ling Tian’s throat at the best moment! The spear was going to pierce his throat in just a thrust.

“Too slow!” Duan Ling Tian spat out two words as Yang Wen thrust his spear toward Duan Ling Tian. Duan Ling Tian did not try to dodge nor escape. Instead, he stood rooted to the ground.

“Stop trying to put on a show!” Yang Wen shouted. A sense of uneasiness rose in his heart when he saw how calm Duan Ling Tian was. The spear continued to head toward Duan Ling Tian’s throat without slowing down.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

In the next instant, Yang Wen heard the sound of swords whistling in the air approaching him. The speed was so much faster than the speed before. Moreover, it was even faster than his speed that was a combination of the high-grade movement Divine Ability, the Wind Spirit Possession, and his movement tactic.

Yang Wen was instantly frightened out of his wits!

‘Impossible! How can his swordplay technique be so fast?’ At this instant, no matter how Yang Wen roared in his heart, he still could not change the fact that he would be enveloped by the sword net and would end up being killed if he chose to continue his attack on Duan Ling Tian.

He did not think that the coordination of his defensive tactic and his defensive Divine Ability would be able to withstand the sword net that Duan Ling Tian weaved using his swordplay technique!

Whoosh!

For this reason, he immediately made up his mind to retreat. Apart from stopping his attack, he even activated his movement tactic and movement Divine Ability at his fastest speed to escape the area in within the sword net. This was because he could feel the sword net fast approaching him!

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

The sword net seemed to gain speed again. In just a blink of an eye, it enveloped the place where Yang Wen had stood earlier.

“Ah —” A howl rang in the air.

Under the gaze of the others, despite Yang Wen’s attempt to run away, the lower part of his right leg, just below his thigh, was shredded by the sword net into pieces. He was a second too late in escaping.

Blood dyed the sky and seemingly formed red roses that appeared dazzling to the eyes.

However, nobody paid attention to it.

“Senior Brother Yang Wen i-is crippled?!” The Saint Land disciples seated around the Death Arena stood up in shock when they saw this. Their eyes were glued to Yang Wen who had lost one of his legs with an expression of disbelief on their faces.

Currently, Yang Wen was hovering in the air in the distance as he tried to stop the blood from gushing out of the wound of his amputated leg. His face was pale but his eyes were cold as he stared at Duan Ling Tian.

It was as though at this second, the enmity between him and Duan Ling Tian had been raised to the highest level!

“His swordplay technique can actually go faster?” At this instant, Liu Yun had also stood up in shock. He did not expect Duan Ling Tian’s swordplay technique could go even faster.

“Amazing!” Liu Mu had stood up as well. His eyes were bright as he stared at Duan Ling Tian excitedly.

“What a formidable swordplay technique!” At this moment, the expression of the custodian of the Palace Of Death, Nie Zui, had turned solemn as well. “If his swordplay technique is a martial tactic, then this sword tactic is definitely qualified to be called as the number one sword tactic in the Dao Martial Saint Land! I’ve witnessed many swordplay techniques in the Heaven Rank Prominent Saint Grade Martial Tactic that has been cultivated to the highest limit, but they’re far from being comparable to the swordplay technique that he casts!”

The other three Palace Of Death’s Bronze Flame Elders stood gazing at each other before smiling wryly.

“Were we a little too rash? To think we bet our Contribution Points on Yang Wen. Even if we bet some on Duan Ling Tian, we wouldn’t lose much.” One of the Bronze Flame Elder smiled wryly.

It seemed as though he could already envision Yang Wen’s death when he saw how Duan Ling Tian’s swordplay technique could go even faster, to the point it was faster than Yang Wen who had combined his movement tactic and movement Divine Ability.

Another Bronze Flame Elder’s eyes gleamed brightly as he replied, “Don’t worry. The outcome is not certain. Don’t forget Yang Wen hasn’t consumed his forbidden pill yet!”

“That’s right! As the son of the fifth elder of the Northern Plethora Sect, Yang Wen must have a method to protect himself. The forbidden pill is the most direct and most straightforward protection method. I’m sure he has one in his possession!” The last Bronze Flame Elder nodded as well before shifting his gaze to Yang Wen. “If’ he’s smart, he should consume the forbidden pill now. If he continues to drag this out, his strength will be greatly weakened if he’s injured again. He might not be Duan Ling Tian’s match if he doesn’t consume the forbidden pill at the right time! However, it really didn’t cross my mind that a mere Martial Cultivator at the peak of the Exemplary Saint Stage is able to unleash such a powerful technique!”

At once, the three Bronze Flame Elders looked at Duan Ling Tian with a complex expression.

“Senior Brother Yang Wen’s leg has been severed… I-is he going to be defeated now?”

“How is Duan Ling Tian so strong that he even managed to cripple Senior Brother Yang Wen?”

“If Senior Brother Yang Wen is defeated and killed, won’t I lose all of my Contribution Points? I bet everything I have on Senior Brother Yang Wen!”

…

Terror and restlessness filled the chests of those Saint Land disciples who bet heavily on Yang Wen. They now regretted betting so heavily on Yang Wen.

“Don’t be so anxious! Senior Brother Yang Wen must have some trump cards up his sleeve!”

“That’s right! As the son of the fifth elder of the Northern Plethora Sect, do all of you really think Senior Brother Yang Wen doesn’t have any other way to protect himself?”

After some of the Saint Land disciples spoke up, those Saint Land disciples who were originally in a panic felt more at ease as their eyes brightened again. It was as though they could see hope once again.

“I-is that a forbidden p-pill?!” Someone cried out suddenly.

Everyone turned to look at Yang Wen immediately.

Yang Wen raised one hand and took a black shining pill out before he consumed it.