Chapter 430: Chapter 13: Fleeing in Disarray
“I came here for one reason only, and that is to kill you!” Wang Sheng didn’t bother with any grandiose rhetoric but stated his purpose directly.
Although he had stumbled upon Jiang Yun, the sovereign of the original First Dynasty, the result wouldn’t change—in fact, it was an opportunity to settle the score with the Heavenly Father as well.
“Kill us?!” Jiang Yun, who had just defeated Zhong and was feeling triumphant, seemed to have heard a joke, “With just you, a nobody from nowhere, who stopped a Thunder Spear and is now out of your depth? Today, I’m in a good mood—if you self-mutilate you might suffer a little less.”
The Thunder Spear attack that had been thwarted was a casual move for him; indeed, it was surprising, but not something worrisome or deserving of his full attention.
Of course, the so-called subjugation was a lie. Those who dared interfere with him could only meet one end: death.
“Dead? Well, I shall have to try that!”
Wang Sheng didn’t hesitate for a moment and went on the offensive right away.
Five Internal Gods. Hao Hua, the golden one among the Five Internal Gods, with the number one Cultivation Technique, exerted terrifyingly potent attacks at every move—blinding white light shone fiercely like the Fierce Yang, yet also like the blade of a sword.
Jiang Yun, ignorant of Wang Sheng’s capabilities and seeing Wang Sheng’s initiative to attack, grew instantly furious.
“So, you dare to attack proactively? I can’t leave you alive!”
An explosion of thunder flashed in his hands and then instantly expanded, turning the entire sky into a boundless sea of raging and scorching thunder, as though a world-subduing Thunder God was striking, each blow making the space crackle violently.
A burst of endless thunder turned in a flash into a purple Thunder Beast, tiger-like, lion-like, akin to the king amidst the thunder.
“My offense, let’s see how you block it!”
Jiang Yun laughed wildly. The Thunder Beast appeared inconspicuous, but even Zhong had suffered greatly at its hands.
Wang Sheng’s expression remained unchanged—the prowess of the Thunder Beast was formidable, but in his eyes, it seemed to be nothing of concern.
Hao Hua directly manifested the Divine Beast True Body of the White Tiger.
With a flick of the White Tiger’s paw, several blade-like beams of white light slashed toward the Thunder Beast.
In an instant, the Thunder Beast was torn apart by the white light and vanished into the Void.
Jiang Yun’s Thunder Beast was swiftly defeated, and he hadn’t even had time to react.
Wang Sheng goaded Jiang Yun. In fact, he was very curious as to how Jiang Yun had managed to defeat Zhong. Although Zhong was injured, he seemed only slightly weaker than Jiang Yun judging by his aura. At most, their fight seemed like it could have been a standoff, not to the extent that Zhong would be beaten to the brink of death.
“Who are you, and how could someone as strong as you possibly exist in this world? Could it be that you’re also from the Demon Clan?”
As the sovereign of the First Dynasty, he knew quite a few secrets.
If he were from the Human Race, he shouldn’t be able to reach this realm.
“You’ve already sent people to test me. Don’t you know who I am?”
Wang Sheng had once killed a National Guardian Level powerhouse, and that powerhouse had been sent by Jiang Yun to probe him.
Jiang Yun suddenly remembered. Indeed, there had been an individual who attracted his attention, someone he had planned to deal with after disposing of Zhong. Various unforeseen events had arisen, and with his own survival at stake, he had lost track of the matter, but he never imagined that this person could be so formidable.
To think now, after breaking through to a new realm and no longer being comparably weaker, his full-force attacks had been effortlessly neutralized.
This person’s strength was undoubtedly on par with his own.
But as long as the Spirit World existed, how could such a powerful individual from the Human Race emerge?
Jiang Yun looked towards Zhong.
“Zhong, you’re truly a fool to have lifted the restriction?”
Zhong coldly looked at Jiang Yun without offering any explanation.
Indeed, he had intended to lift the restrictions, but had yet to execute his plan. This man was an unexpected factor.
Of course, he would naturally not divulge this to Jiang Yun.
It mattered little whether it was Jiang Yun or that other person—either one’s death would be greatly beneficial for him, and should they both be gravely injured, all the better.
He remained silent as Jiang Yun’s expression darkened, finding it hard to accept the disobedience of a defeated subordinate.
“I had intended to put you out of your misery quickly, but it seems you don’t require mercy. Once I’ve dealt with this person, we’ll see what you’re going to do!”
As he spoke, Jiang Yun took action once again. During their previous conversation, he had already been channeling power—this technique, which had just been obtained, was the same one that had allowed him to defeat Zhong so easily.
“Chang Zai, suppress!”
Wang Sheng, though conversing, had been rotating the power of the Five Internal Gods just like Jiang Yun.
The power of Chang Zai focused on defense and suppression!
It was the same method once used to suppress the “Heavenly Father” and this was the first time he’d brought it into the real world.
In his palm appeared a mountain-like structure resembling a small pagoda, and with a shove, he sent it forth. The mountain materialized above Jiang Yun’s head.
Jiang Yun felt an immense sense of danger.
“How is this possible?”
He too was secretly assembling an attack and was about to launch it when he found all his energies had fallen into stasis, unable to release the Divine Skills he had been ready to deploy.
His heart shocked as if faced with a god or demon.
Just what kind of method could interrupt one’s Divine Skills?
While he was in this state of shock, he also realized that not only his Divine Skills but even his movements were restricted.
“There’s nothing that can’t be.” Wang Sheng gently pressed down, and the mountain instantly crushed down.
The once ethereal mountain turned solid in an instant, pinning Jiang Yun to the ground, leaving him unable to move.
And on the other side, Zhong suffered the same fate.
If he intended to kill them both, naturally he could not show partiality and needed to suppress them together.
“If it weren’t for the fact that there are still things I want to know, it wouldn’t just be a simple suppression!”
The strength he possessed after the breakthrough was beyond his own imagination.
With just the power of the Five Internal Gods, he easily suppressed two experts who had surpassed the Breakthrough Level.
You should know that not long ago, he had fought to a draw with Zhong.
“You were defeated by such a person?”
Jiang Yun’s methods didn’t seem special.
Zhong was suppressed beneath the mountains, looking utterly disheveled, completely different from a year before.
Facing Wang Sheng, he was also shocked; in one year’s time, this man had become so strong that even without Jiang Yun, he could easily suppress him.
But facing the mockery, he said, “Jiang Yun hasn’t used many of his methods yet. It’s not that simple. Your techniques might not be enough to completely suppress him.”
He did not like to make excuses for himself, but Jiang Yun indeed had issues, having received gifts from those people.
Otherwise, how could he possibly be a match for himself, a defeated dog?
As soon as these words were spoken, Wang Sheng felt the power of Chang Zai being resisted by some existence.
“Power from an abnormal origin, huh? I want to see if you can really break through my suppression!”
At the same time, there were five figures surrounding Kui Tian Monarch.
“The unexpected arrival of this man has surpassed our imagination. We know nothing of how his strength has increased. He must not be overlooked.”
“We must suppress him; otherwise, he may pose a great threat to us. The plan must not fail!”
After such a long time of plotting, they could tolerate deviations, but not major incidents.
“Can Kui Tian Monarch hold out? Let Heavenly Demon True Monarch descend.”
“I can, but I can only hold out for ten breaths, and not all the power can come through, at most thirty percent.”
To descend across realms was not so simple, especially during this period, or else they would not have planned for so long.
“Ten breaths, enough!”
The person referred to as the Heavenly Demon True Monarch appeared; he had no form and seemed like a mass of black mist.