Tyrant Sky Martial Soul
Chapter 688 Mo Yan Unharmed_1

Chapter 688: Chapter 688 Mo Yan Unharmed_1

"It seems that Jian Wuji has indeed brought glory to the Eastern Three Sects, managing to fight his way into the top six. This is truly rare."

Ling Xiao said with a smile that seemed more mocking than genuine.

"Don’t be so smug! You’ve never been to the Martial Arts Festival, so you think it’s no big deal, but once you’re there, you’ll understand that you’re really nothing at all!"

Jian Wuji said coldly.

"Is that so? The more you say that, the more interested I become."

The Holy Son, Mo Wushang, Bai Qianjiao, Liu Taiyin, Hong Sanmei, Jian Wuji!

These were the rankings of the Six Young Masters of the Holy Dynasty!

They were also the strongest six young prodigies under twenty in the current Holy Dynasty.

Ling Xiao had already witnessed the strength of Jian Wuji, which was indeed mighty.

So how powerful would the other five who were even stronger than Jian Wuji be?

Indeed, a little excitement surged in his heart.

"A frog in a well, too impudent!"

Chen Nanxing looked at Ling Xiao with disdain and said, "Your junior brother, Leng Hao, has inferior cultivation and lacks skill in learning! Your senior sister, Dai Yuling, overly relies on the Ancient Gourd Vine Martial Spirit but fails to fully utilize its power, truly not worth mentioning! And then there’s you!"

As he spoke, the mocking intent on Chen Nanxing’s face grew even more pronounced.

"All you rely on are just two things, one is your Soul Secret Technique, but forgive me for being direct—if you meet an expert like Mo Wushang, you’re just showing off in front of an expert, and the end result will be you hurting yourself!

The other is your Ancient Black Dragon Soul, hmph, if it were the Hell Dragon Martial Spirit of the Ancient Hell Dragon, you might have something to be proud of, but with merely the Ancient Black Dragon Soul, you truly don’t qualify to compare with those geniuses.

What’s more, you are arrogant and overestimate your abilities. Our sect can already imagine the tragic outcome you’ll face at the Martial Arts Festival!"

"Hehehehahaha!"

After listening to Chen Nanxing’s merciless criticisms and ridicule, Ling Xiao couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

So this was a sect master, no wonder the Sword King Sect had declined so swiftly.

No wonder he would condone the existence of places like the Battle Beast Arena.

His evaluations of him were not even the slightest bit correct. To achieve that also took some doing.

Although his evaluations of the other disciples were harsh, they were more or less accurate, but with him, Chen Nanxing was just spouting nonsense.

To say that his Soul Secret Technique wasn’t up to par?

Ling Xiao simply disdained the idea of arguing. He had merely enacted a portion of the "Soul Control Secret Technique" in combination with the Slaughter Will, and had easily defeated Chen Meng. This was evidence of the terrifying nature of the "Soul Control Secret Technique."

Not to mention, he possessed an even more powerful and terrifying Soul Secret Technique—"Soul Dice."

Once "Soul Dice" was deployed, even martial artists of the Heavenly Man Realm had to be wary, let alone the likes of Mo Wushang.

Ling Xiao had never seen Mo Wushang, but he was certainly not inferior.

His Soul Power was comparable to that of the beings from the Trinity Heaven. He didn’t believe Mo Wushang’s Soul Power could be stronger than his.

As for his Martial Spirit.

Hehe, what a coincidence, he actually did possess the Hell Dragon Soul of the Ancient Hell Dragon, and within this Hell Dragon Soul was also fused the Destruction Will of the Ancient Destruction God.

Chen Nanxing was so easily deceived; it seemed that his discernment wasn’t very good either.

To call him arrogant and conceited?

To say he was overestimating his abilities?

Ling Xiao truly hadn’t done anything that was beyond his capabilities.

Was challenging Jian Wuji considered being arrogant and conceited?

It’s laughable, Ling Xiao didn’t even need the Book of Seals to defeat Jian Wuji, and although it might be a tough victory, it would absolutely be a certain victory.

Once he uses the Book of Seals, Jian Wuji is nothing but a fart!

"What are you laughing at?"

Chen Nanxing asked angrily.

"Nothing, I just find Sect Master Chen’s assessment ridiculously funny. You won’t even allow me to test my skills against Jian Wuji, so on what basis do you judge that I’m overestimating myself?"

Ling Xiao retorted.

"Hmph, that’s the biggest proof of your overconfidence, a mere martial artist of the Transcendent Realm Ninth Layer daring to challenge a Half-step Celestial at eighty percent strength. Isn’t that overestimating yourself?"

Chen Nanxing said with a sneer.

"Heh, if that’s what you like to think, then so be it,"

Ling Xiao chuckled and stopped arguing.

After all, arguing was pointless, better to wait for the Martial Arts Festival to humiliate Jian Wuji thoroughly, and let that young man see what true arrogance and ignorance are.

"Your confidence comes solely from your Soul Secret Technique, eh? But you don’t know that the second-ranked of the Six Young Masters, Mo Wu Shang, possesses a pair of genuine Ancient Demonic Eyes!"

Jian Wuji said coldly.

"Oh? Is he not human, then?"

Ling Xiao asked.

Jian Wuji shook his head and said, "No, Mo Wu Shang is indeed human, but as a child, he accidentally stumbled into a Demon Cave and was fortunate enough to inherit the power of the Ancient Demonic Eyes. His Demonic Eyes have various abilities, which can see through an opponent’s moves, exert a terrifying mental pressure on enemies, and even produce a dreadful mind fire that burns the soul of his opponents.

In short, very tricky; even the Holy Son needs to be extremely cautious when fighting him. The reason he could win relied upon his strong recovery ability, which allows him to continuously heal no matter the injury."

When speaking of the Holy Son, Jian Wuji’s expression was one of admiration and reverence.

But when speaking of Mo Wu Shang, Jian Wuji’s expression turned to one of shock and wariness.

It seemed that Jian Wuji had taken quite a hit in front of Mo Wu Shang.

"Isn’t that terrifying? If he has such abilities, it’s practically impossible to guard against. Wouldn’t you be doomed just by meeting his gaze in battle?"

"The inheritance of the Ancient Demonic Eyes is indeed fearsome!"

"If he managed to defeat the horrifying Mo Wu Shang, doesn’t that make the Holy Son even more formidable?"

"As expected, none of the Six Young Masters of the Holy Dynasty are simple characters."

Whether it was the disciples or the elders, everyone began to discuss animatedly.

Most of these elders were only in the First Line Heaven Realm.

And the Six Young Masters of the Sacred Dynasty were the six young people closest to them. Catching up or even surpassing them wouldn’t take long at all.

So naturally, they were paying attention.

"As I said earlier, facing the Demonic Eyes, at the very least, a martial artist of the Half-step Celestial Honored Realm is needed, otherwise, just one stare from his Demonic Eyes would be utterly irresistible!"

Speaking of this, Jian Wuji looked at Ling Xiao and said, "Having heard what I said, do you still have the confidence to challenge Mo Wu Shang?"

"Why wouldn’t I dare?"

Ling Xiao smiled slightly and said.

His Soul Control Secret Technique might not be comparable to Mo Wu Shang’s Demonic Eyes, but the Soul Dice was definitely more terrifying than the Demonic Eyes.

"I didn’t think you would really be so overconfident!"

Jian Wuji said with a cold laugh, "Fine, since you will not be convinced otherwise, let’s settle it at the Martial Arts Festival, and you can also witness what the Six Young Masters of the Sacred Dynasty are made of!"

"Now that the Three Sects Tournament has concluded, if you are interested, you can stay briefly in the Sword King Sect. If you wish to leave, however, I will not see you out."

Chen Nanxing, anxious to arrange the ambush of the Moon Hua Sect martial artists, had no desire to entertain guests from the other sects properly and his attitude was rather aggressive.

Having said his piece, he turned and left.