noffsinger Chapter 1482 Have Some Shame? (3 people)
Chapter 1482 Have Some Shame? (3 people)
A person suddenly appeared in the arena, carrying an overwhelming sword intent that shook the heavens, his power astounding.
Qian Chen was startled by the other party's sudden appearance, and his heart tightened.
Knowing full well that they had the upper hand, the other party still dared to so blatantly intervene, which must mean he was a powerful figure with strength comparable to the city lord!
But upon closer inspection, he discovered that the person only had the cultivation level of the late-stage Nascent Soul realm, and he was so angry that he burst into laughter:
"What a fool you are! A mere late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, you think you can show off and save people in front of us? Don't you even know if you're qualified!"
But as soon as he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong.
What does it mean to act like a hero in front of him?
The way he's talking makes him sound like a villain.
He shook his head, then suddenly raised his hand and flung out another fiery red talisman, which transformed into a fire phoenix that soared and swooped through the sky, shouting:
"But it doesn't matter. Since you're courting death, I'll grant your wish. Fellow Daoists, continue your attack and kill this suicidal brat as well. The inheritance here will be ours!"
The crowd had already hidden behind him, and upon hearing this, they naturally echoed loudly and shouted incessantly.
Despite their shouts, they simply continued their attack using the spells they had already cast, without adding any more effort.
Seeing this, Qian Chen couldn't help but curse everyone in his heart for being so stupid. What kind of time is this, and these idiots are still holding back? They're utterly foolish!
Just then, he saw the swordsman finally move, raising his sword to block the falling magical meteors.
The opponent's movements were slow, or rather, very slow, as if he were standing in front of a raging flood, raising his sword to block it, trying to use that tiny sword to stop the raging flood. Qian Chen couldn't help but laugh.
I thought he was a hidden master, but it turns out he's just a greenhorn.
But the next moment, he suddenly froze, looking around in confusion.
Where did this thunder come from?
Although the opponent's movements were not fast, as the sword was raised, the surrounding space seemed to tighten, and countless tiny lightning bolts suddenly appeared in the sky.
The lightning bolts were only a foot long, but they were so numerous that they almost filled the entire space.
Before Qian Chen could react, a dragon's roar suddenly exploded, and the long sword in the opponent's hand absorbed all the lightning in an instant, transforming into a ten-thousand-foot-long lightning dragon that soared into the sky.
The thunder dragon, with its imposing momentum like a boundless sea, stirred up an indestructible, sky-reaching, earth-shattering thunderous wave, roaring as it swept back towards the countless magical meteors falling from the sky.
In a single exchange, the thunderous wave shattered all the incoming spells and magical artifacts, scattering them into countless fragments of spiritual light.
This magical attack, which combined the power of thousands of Nascent Soul cultivators, was actually shattered by the opponent's single sword strike!
"How is this possible! What kind of magic is this?!"
Qian Chen could hardly believe what he was seeing.
The spells cast by their thousands of Nascent Soul cultivators were combined into one, including a high-grade Vermilion Bird Talisman. The power they unleashed was so great that even the three city lords working together could not withstand it, yet this young swordsman broke through it head-on.
Even after such a fierce attack, the thunder dragon only suffered some damage to its scales. In fact, as it circled, it absorbed the lightning in the space and recovered on its own at an extremely fast speed. It did not suffer any substantial injuries at all!
What kind of magic is this thunder dragon?
No, this is definitely not magic!
Such power can only be achieved by those legendary supernatural arts, and not just any supernatural arts, but extremely powerful ones, to do so with such ease!
Qian Chen was shocked.
Even he hadn't been able to awaken any supernatural abilities, yet this young swordsman of unknown origin possessed such good fortune, able to wield such powerful supernatural abilities.
Who exactly is this person? How can his sword strike unleash such terrifying power? Could it be that this person is stronger than all of them combined?!
No, that's impossible. There's a limit to how strong a person can be. If the other party really had that kind of strength, they would have broken through to the Void Refinement stage long ago, and it would be impossible for them to remain at the Nascent Soul stage.
Therefore, the opponent must have used some extremely dangerous and dangerous move to barely manage to do all this.
Despite his best efforts, Qian Chen couldn't figure out the other party's true intentions and could only make guesses based on normal circumstances.
But when he glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye, his brow immediately relaxed, and the gloomy and dejected look he had just had vanished.
If he were alone, encountering such a powerful and unfamiliar young swordsman, he would naturally run as far away as possible and would not want to be his enemy.
But now, he has thousands of Nascent Soul cultivators supporting him. With such powerful strength, dealing with a mere late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator is a piece of cake.
If the opponent can block one wave of their spells, can they block ten or a hundred waves?
As long as they have enough magic power, they can keep casting spells to attack, while the opponent can only passively defend until they are finally exhausted and die.
The advantage is still on his side!
"..."
"I never expected that things would escalate to this point, and that someone would still dare to step forward and play the hero."
"But to be honest, fellow Daoist, you are so young, yet your strength is extraordinary. I am truly impressed."
High in the distance, Qian Chen stood before thousands of Nascent Soul cultivators, looking down at them with his eyes slightly lowered.
His gaze swept over the three city lords hiding behind the sword cultivator, and he suddenly laughed:
"But look, what will your show of bravado get you in return?"
"These three high and mighty city lords who are about to face certain death have actually used you, a junior sword cultivator in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, as a shield."
"You really intend to protect such selfish and self-serving people?"
His tone was sarcastic, and he even sneered: "Young friend, it is not easy for us cultivators to cultivate. We should keep our bodies useful to comprehend the Dao of Immortality, so that one day we can attain immortality and ascend to the Immortal Realm."
"I understand that you are young and ignorant, and your momentary impulsiveness is understandable. If you retreat now, I can spare your life. But if you are stubborn and insist on interfering, don't blame us for killing you as well."
At this point, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the pressure of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator poured out, causing the celestial phenomena to change drastically. A gloomy and abyssal aura howled back and forth, as if an endless abyss was crashing down.
But when it rushed into Jiang Han's side from the abyss, it vanished silently, like snowflakes falling into water.
Upon seeing this, Qian Chen's pupils dilated sharply, realizing once again that the other party was not easy to deal with. However, seeing that the other party remained unmoved, he quickly said to the three city lords:
"Hmph, it's one thing for this junior to be ignorant of his own strength, but the three of you are all seniors with profound cultivation. Are you just going to watch him come here to die?"
"In my opinion, it would be better if the three of you handed over the immortal inheritance here, and we would naturally not attack you again."
In his opinion, no matter how shameless these three city lords are, there should be a limit. They could tolerate the fighting and cursing before, but now they can't really drag a junior down with them to their deaths, can they?
Of course, it would be best if the other party could hand over the inheritance; once you have it, you can find an opportunity to kill them.
If the other party refuses to hand over the goods, a dispute may arise, at which point he can take the opportunity to divide and defeat them, ensuring that none of them escape.
But who knew?
After hearing his words, the three city lords showed no remorse whatsoever. Instead, they nodded in unison with feigned seriousness and bowed to the swordsman, saying:
"We are truly powerless to fight back, please, Fellow Daoist Jiang, save our lives."