Chapter 317 A Huge Misunderstanding
"Tch—"
Although the sword momentum was slow, it still cut through like a hot knife through oil, successively piercing through the remaining nine layers of body-protecting divine light!
What made Ji Wuque's hair stand on end even more was that, whether intentional or not, the chilling sword light deflected at a bizarre angle, aiming straight between his legs!
"Bastard!"
Ji Wuque finally flew into a rage and changed color. If this sword struck solidly, let alone losing all face, just the power of the same level contained within the sword intent would be enough to damage his Dao Foundation, making it difficult to heal for a thousand years!
He had been careless! Now it was too late to dodge.
"Roar—"
At this life-and-death moment, suddenly, a world-shaking dragon roar sounded!
One saw a ten-thousand-foot dragon shadow, like a bolt of golden lightning, suddenly rush up into the sky from within his body!
The dragon shadow was majestic, with nine five-clawed golden dragons tightly coiling around his body; every dragon scale shone with mysterious Dao patterns, emitting an aura that made hearts tremble.
At the same time, his skin instantly became like glazed jade, crystal clear, emitting a holy radiance.
This was a sign that the Xuantian Sacred Body had been pushed to its limit; his body had merged with the power of heaven and earth, possessing unparalleled defensive power.
However, this was still not enough!
Concerning his "second brother," Ji Wuque did not dare to be careless in the slightest.
"Clang!"
In the split second of a lightning spark, another gilded Vajra Pestle was hurriedly sacrificed by him.
This was an Immortal Artifact seized when he exterminated Buddhism back in the day; it was incomparably hard!
"Crack!"
The Vajra Pestle fell in response, kicking up dust on the ground, but it finally caused the sword edge to deflect by an inch.
"Pfft!"
Blood light burst forth! Golden divine blood spurted like a spring, and the inner side of his right leg was cut open, a wound deep enough to show bone.
Sword intent lingered at the wound, actually suppressing the self-healing power of the Xuantian Sacred Body for a time!
Ji Wuque staggered back three steps, lowering his head to look at his bloodstained dragon robe, and unprecedented seriousness finally appeared in his eyes.
On the Heavenly Stele Plaza, time seemed to freeze at this moment.
Attacks and defenses at the Immortal Venerable level were blurry even to Saint Venerables, let alone that this sword was so sudden!
So—just now, everyone could only see that the cold and otherworldly Fairy Lin Wan strike straight between Ji Wuque's legs with one sword!
Immediately after, the sword light flashed, and everyone felt their vision blur; then, they heard a crisp "Clang," and a golden rod-shaped object fell from mid-air, kicking up smoke and dust filling the sky!
And then—blood flowed like a fountain between Ji Wuque's legs!
The golden divine blood sprinkled down like rain, refracting a dazzling light under the sunlight; every drop that hit the ground issued a sizzling burning sound, corroding the hard bluestone slabs into pits.
All the male cultivators subconsciously clamped their legs together.
The entire plaza was deathly silent.
Everyone fell into a tacit silence.
A strange awkwardness permeated the air.
Countless gazes pierced into Ji Wuque like thorns.
Just moments ago, his heroic posture standing in the void with pressure covering the world was still vivid in everyone's minds.
In the eyes of those cultivators who did not follow him, reverence and longing clearly still remained—this should have been an excellent foundation to plan for in the future.
But at this moment, everything was gone.
The reverence, the longing in those eyes... all turned into... pity!?
The kind that all men understand...
Ji Wuque lowered his head belatedly, looking at his bloodstained robe, then looked at the subtly shaped Vajra Pestle on the ground.
Whispering rose and fell in his ears:
"I didn't expect a grand Immortal Venerable to also..."
"Don't say... the power of what fell just now..."
"Shh! Do you want to die!"
His lips opened and closed several times, but he could not say a single word.
—How to explain this?
—Must he publicly announce, "What fell just now was not this Seat's object, but actually a Vajra Pestle"?
—Who would believe that?!
Even with Ji Wuque's mental state tempered over tens of thousands of years, he almost lost his Dao heart at this moment.
He took a deep breath, his gaze abyssal as he looked towards the perpetrator.
Lin Wan was unhurriedly sheathing her sword, her white robes fluttering in the wind, as if the sword strike that ended a man's lineage just now had nothing to do with her.
She had now completely regained her composure.
With her Immortal Venerable-level vision, she naturally knew clearly that what was struck down just now was merely a Buddhist artifact.
But looking at Ji Wuque's eyes that wanted to eat people, she instead raised her chin slightly.
—So what if a perfect curtain call was spoiled?
—If he hadn't spoken disrespectfully first, how would he have fallen into such a situation?
Her plain white sleeves moved automatically without wind; she stepped out, and layers of ripples appeared on the void beneath her feet.
As clear light flowed around her body, she actually faintly resonated with heaven and earth, and her three thousand strands of black hair flew in the spiritual wind.
Yes, momentum cannot be lost!
"What?"
The corners of her mouth hooked slightly, cold stars twinkling in her eyes.
"Does Fellow Daoist Ji still wish to continue exchanging pointers?"
Of course, the main reason was that she could sense the invisible repulsion force around Ji Wuque had become so thick it was almost visible to the naked eye—this world was soon unable to accommodate this presumptuous Immortal Venerable.
"What is your name?"
Ji Wuque's voice was low like thunder, every word seemingly carrying the pressure of heaven and earth.
"Lin Wan."
She answered crisply and neatly, raising her brows slightly.
"Why? Does Fellow Daoist Ji still wish to seek revenge in the future?"
Ji Wuque snorted coldly:
"Very good, Lin Wan. This Seat will remember today's matter."
Having said that, he turned to leave, and the spatial rift had already slowly opened behind him.
Just then—
"Hey."
Lin Wan suddenly raised her voice, pointing at the ground.
"You dropped your thing; aren't you going to pick it back up?"
"....."
Ji Wuque's figure suddenly stalled, and the hands in his sleeves instantly clenched tight.
That damn Vajra Pestle was already embedded deep into the floor of the plaza; no one could tell what it was anymore.
The entire Heavenly Stele Plaza fell into dead silence again.
Everyone saw that the Immortal Venerable who had suppressed the world just moments ago, had his shoulders visibly shake.
And then—
The spatial rift slowly closed, and Ji Wuque's figure completely disappeared between heaven and earth.
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