Chapter 90: I'll Let You Pretend To Be The Young Master!

  Ling Wu Shuang's faint smile was accompanied by a slight tremble of her slender body, as if the momentum of her entire being was like surging tides. Suddenly, she burst forth with emerald green aura, resembling leaves unfolding from the hem of her snowy white skirt!

  "Am I seeing things? Sacred Stage, Ling Wusuo has actually reached the Sacred Stage!" The people around were stunned, their eyes wide with shock, "Wasn't she still at Tianxuan just a month ago?"

  "How would I know? You ask me, who else is she going to ask?"

  This makes those who have practiced for a lifetime and are still struggling in the mortal world, how can they live!?

  Ling Moqiu withdrew his gaze from the stage and glared fiercely at the head of the Jiang family, saying in a deep voice: "Jiang Yang, even if this person is indeed from your Jiang family, he has already exceeded the age of twenty. Your Jiang family openly broke the agreement; is there still any need to compare?"

  The two masters of the Ji and Yun families exchanged a glance, their eyes still filled with the shock and astonishment given by Ling Wu Shuang. Upon hearing Ling Mo Qiu's words, however, they did not express any opinions.

  "Bring an old codger with a quick coffin to bully the younger generation, what's the point of this kind of match?!"

  The head of the Jiang family looked at Jiang Shan's somewhat eerie face on the stage, revealing a smile that was not worth explaining, and said with a sly tone: "Who says he's over twenty? What evidence do you have?"

  Jiang Shan's voice, although hoarse like an old man in his twilight years, seemed to have no disguise, but that thin and weak body, and the tender face, were indeed those of a young boy.

  "You're shameless!" Ling Moqiu's fists clenched, his voice lowered a few degrees, and he reached out to grab Jiang Yang.

  Ling Qing Tian sat back in his seat, stopping Ling Mo Qiu's actions. "Mo Qiu, calm down."

  This Jiang Shan is obviously an old immortal from a sacred hall, but he's shamelessly pretending to be young. However, unexpectedly, Wu Xie insisted that for the time being, there was no clear evidence, so he'll just take another look.

  "Ling Wushuang, then let me see what you're capable of. What skills do you have?" Jiang Shan smiled eerily and added coldly, "It's too late to admit defeat now, and I won't give you the chance either."

  Ling Wushuang was just a low-ranking saint, but as a mid-ranking saint, Lei Sheng's junior brother had suffered greatly at her hands, and he wouldn't be foolish enough to underestimate her.

  "It turns out that both sides have been hiding their strength." The crowd suddenly understood, and then wondered: "However, this Jiang Shan is also very strange, a young appearance but an old man's voice."

  "What is he, anyway? He makes people feel like some kind of abnormal hermaphrodite." In a crowd, there are all sorts of things being said.

  Jiang Shan heard the sarcastic remarks around him, his anger burning, but he had no time to bother with it. He cast a sideways glance, and the people around him retreated in shock.

  Ling Wushuang's red lips curled up slightly as she took the initiative to attack, raising her hand to release a wave of mysterious energy that was easily dispelled by Jiang Shan with a flick of his wrist.

  "Black Reaper!" Jiang Shan's hand flashed with a black scythe, and a black axe appeared, rushing towards Ling Wusuo at high speed, ferociously shouting: "Go die!"

  A gigantic axe, entirely black, with a length of about half his body, ferocious and abnormal, like a fierce tiger rushing out of the mountain, roaring towards Ling Wusuo.

  "The Black Reaper" loomed in the sky, its old eyes glared. He had heard that it was forged from a material with dark devouring power, and if one were injured by it, their entire body's vital energy would be continuously devoured until nothing was left!

  Ling Wusuo's clear and cold eyes narrowed slightly, his right arm swept out, his five fingers formed a claw, and he grasped at the air, "Flame Spear!"

  A scarlet long spear emerged, as if forged from fierce flames, spinning out of the dancing flames, with scarlet tongues of fire licking and caressing its body, on which were carved exquisite patterns.

  "Clang!"

  Spears clashed, like a red python and a giant lion fighting, emitting a shocking sound that shook the sky, both men retreated several feet.

  "Flame Spear?" Jiang Shan raised his black giant axe, exclaiming in surprise.

  This Ling Wu Xiong unexpectedly managed to bring out a weapon that was on par with his Black Reaper, and even slightly surpassed it.

  With a clang, Ling Wusuo's long spear sank several inches into the ground. Her red lips curled up in an arc that seemed to be smiling but not quite. This fierce flame spear was one of Master Yi Dashi's most proud works, or perhaps it was she who had mixed in the chaotic fire and forged it, but would it be comparable to the broken axe in his hand?

  "Then let me try, can you unleash its power!" Jiang Shan's legs kicked off the ground, swift as a ray of light, and he leapt into the air, his two hands raised the black Harvest Axe, chopping down vertically, "Mountain-opening Axe!"

  A gust of wind cut out, in the black night, suddenly formed a axe shadow, like Pangu's giant axe opening the sky, chopping down towards Ling Wushuang on the ground.

  "However, it's just like this." The emerald green aura enveloped the crimson gun body, and Ling Wusuo made a beautiful backflip with his gun. The fierce flame gun swept out, casting a shadow of a fire dragon that roared loudly, clashing with Jiang Shan's giant axe shadow!

  "Boom!"

  A deafening crash shook the sky, two terrifying attacks collided in the night air, the surrounding air seemed to twist slightly, a circular arc of light spread out, slowly like slow motion, but in reality, it was as fast as a clear breeze, instantly spreading out in all directions!

  "Ah——"

  Those who were closer were instantly swept away and fell to the ground in a mess, even a few Tianxuan strongmen couldn't help but feel their blood boiling with excitement.

  "Retreat again and it's going to be fatal!" The crowd was shocked and retreated several more meters.

  "The battle of the Sacred Stairs is really too frightening!" However, what's even more frightening is that Ling Wushuang, who is only a low-ranking Sacred One, can actually fight with a high-ranking Sacred One without falling behind in any way. This is also too unbelievable!

  "Mountain-opening giant axe!" One move was broken, Jiang Shan swung his hand and another axe chopped down, fiercely saying: "Ling Wushuang, let's compare our spiritual power, you're still far from my level!"

  Ling Wu Shuang's innate talent was excellent, but her actual strength was only that of a low-ranking Saint. Compared to a high-ranking Saint, whether it was spiritual power or the pressure of their aura, she was far inferior, not just by one or two points. Even if she could barely withstand his attacks for a few moves, her spiritual power would quickly be depleted and she wouldn't last much longer!

  "Is that so?" Ling Wu's eyebrows slightly raised, his crimson long spear tore through the dark sky, with a wave of his hand a strong gust of wind blocked Jiang Shan's attack. On his absolutely beautiful face, a faint smile lingered, seemingly without any hint of fatigue.

  Jiang Shan continued to attack, but Ling Wushuang managed to parry each time with a hint of danger, making Jiang Shan grit his teeth in frustration.

  "Open Mountain Axe!"

  "Rumble, rumble, rumble!"

  ……

  Under Jiang Shan's relentless attacks, he himself was getting a bit tired.

  "Across the sky with one axe" Jiang Shan didn't believe in evil, he gritted his teeth and directly wielded the black axe, transforming into a flowing light, his legs moving quickly as he rushed towards Ling Wushuang, his arm swinging, the axe head making a horizontal sweep!

  "Go die!"

  Ferocious face, accompanied by the sound of a sharp axe splitting the air.

  "Clang!"

  Ling Wushuang's gun blocked and parried, the barrel colliding with his black axe's recessed groove. He spun around once, then grasped it back in his hand. Taking advantage of Jiang Shan's momentary evasion, he used one foot to borrow force and kicked out. His petite body flipped over several times before flying backward, leaping into mid-air.

  "Does it feel good?" White shadow floated in the air, cherry red lips drew a strange line, "Now, it's my turn!"

  As soon as the words fell, Ling Wushuang waved her hand to retrieve the Flame Spear, accelerated in mid-air, and with a flip, she jumped up. Her slender arm slowly rose, and her five fingers quickly pinched out a complex spell. A virtual shadow of a mountain range quickly took shape above her head. "Five Seal Decision, Mountain Flip Seal!"

  "Over the Mountain!"

  Ling Wushuang swung his hand and struck out, a massive illusory shadow, like a real mountain range, pressed down towards Jiang Shan's location with the force of a withered tree being uprooted.

  "This——" Jiang Shan's dark grey pupils suddenly locked up, his entire body as if trapped in a muddy swamp, even moving was somewhat difficult. What kind of skill is this!?

  "Junior Brother!" The Poison Saint's entire body shook almost imperceptibly, and in his anxiety, he actually let out a low growl.

  Ling Wusuo's strange seal technique was something he knew about, but it was fundamentally impossible for him to achieve this level of power!

  "Disciple?" Ling Moqiu's eyes turned cold, and although the Poison Saint's voice was very soft, he still clearly heard the two words "disciple".

  "Despicable!" Ling Moqiu gritted his teeth in anger, it was simply shameless to the extreme, indeed a veteran master of the Holy Temple!

  "Boom!"

  The surrounding winds danced wildly, and the rolling boulders were instantly crushed into powder. With Ginger Mountain as the center, a piece of hell was formed. The solid bluestone ground was directly blasted into a deep pit several meters wide. In the flying dust, the air in that direction seemed to be distorted and deformed, as if there were heat waves rolling in the scorching summer air.

  "My goodness!" The people around were all agape, their mouths wide enough to swallow an egg.

  This terrifying power, if they were hit by it, wouldn't they be directly shattered into powder?

  "Dead... is he dead?" Someone plucked up the courage, shrinking their head and neck to gaze at the deep pit not far away, especially those who were watching from high places, their necks almost breaking as they stretched to see.

  Dust filled the air, and for a moment nothing could be seen, but Jiang Shan remained completely still.

  "Ling Wushuang" Poison Saint couldn't bear it anymore, suddenly stood up, but was stopped by Old Man Ling in front of him. "The East Lin Four Family Ranking Tournament is our four families' matter, what are you planning to do, Poison Saint?"

  The Poison Sage's footsteps came to an abrupt halt, his face suddenly turning extremely unsightly.

  "Is that so? Can't the people on this stage have any connection with the Poison Saint?" Ling Moqiu added a sentence with ulterior motives, and immediately provoked the suspicious eyes of the surrounding crowd.

  The Poison Sage's face stiffened, his hand in his sleeve clenched into a fist with bulging veins, but he could only grit his teeth and sit back down in his seat.

  The head of the Jiang family was shocked and couldn't accept this result, his eyes rolled a few times before he suddenly spoke up, "Ling Tian, the family ranking tournament doesn't allow for taking lives, Ling Wu Shuang last time went too far and crippled Jiang Hua, I tolerated it then but what about now!"

  Ling Wushuang fouled, even if Jiang Shan died, this game would still be won by the Jiang family.

  "Jiang Yang, indeed, if one doesn't care about losing face, they are invincible. The faces of the four major families have all been disgraced by you." Ling Moqiu was furious, how did he not notice before that Jiang Yang's skin was so thick, it could rival a city wall.

  "I——" The head of the Jiang family tried to make excuses, but was interrupted by a sudden burst of crazy laughter. Listening carefully, the old face of the Jiang family suddenly lit up with joy, and he smiled complacently, saying no more.

  On the high platform, a few people came and went with a few words, but in just a few dozen seconds, the dust that was startled up from below also quickly dispersed.

  Hahaha

  A strange, hoarse laughter echoed in everyone's ears, and soon a black figure jumped out of the huge pit on the ground.

  "Not dead yet!" The people who were about to rush forward looked at each other and suddenly retreated one after another. Can't even die like this? Their lives are too big.

  "Look at this! Look at him!" It didn't take long for someone to notice something was off.

  At this time, Jiang Shan's clothes were tattered and worn out, worse than a beggar. He had the body of an adult, but his back was slightly hunched, and all the muscles in his body were abnormally twisted. And that face full of wrinkles, he looked like an old man!

  "What's going on, it's actually a different person! No, this is his true appearance!" The crowd was shocked to the point where their eyeballs almost fell out. So this was his true form after all. No wonder they felt so uncomfortable earlier.

  However, everyone thought for a moment that the Jiang family had no saint-level expert, let alone this old man Jiang Shan, who was obviously an old man, but insisted on competing with a group of younger generations. This is a serious foul, and it's not even necessary to compare anymore. It's really shameless.

  The master of the Jiang family's smile froze at the corner of his mouth. He was done for; he had actually been exposed.

  "Ling Wushuang, just you, a stinky little brat who's still wet behind the ears, dare to fight me?" Jiang Shan crawled out of the dark abyss, his entire body creaking and cracking as he slowly transformed back into human form, letting out a strange, shrill laugh. "I'd like to see what other tricks you have up your sleeve."

  Ling Wushuang has already used her ultimate move and exhausted her spiritual energy. Let's see what other tricks she can come up with now.

  "Look at this, this is the difference between high and low ranks." Jiang Shan's face was gloomy.

  He was a high-ranking saint, yet he suffered at the hands of a stinky little girl. If he didn't tear her to pieces and get back what was his with interest, it would be hard for him to quell the hatred in his heart!

  "Bone Saint" Ling's face suddenly turned gloomy.

  "What?" Ling Moqiu clenched his fists and glared at the head of the Jiang family.

  He didn't think that the poisonous hand of the holy temple, Bone Saint, had cultivated a strange shrinking bone technique, and his disguise and transformation skills had reached perfection, allowing him to come and go as he pleased. Dressing up as a young boy was simply effortless!

  The truth has been exposed and the evidence is overwhelming. Now, even if the master of the Jiang family wants to deny it, it's too late.

  The heads of the Jiang and Yang families did not expect that the Jiang family would actually collude with the Sacred Hall, and even do such a thing.

  It's done, these two words suddenly popped into his mind, Jiang Yang's face turned pale in an instant, "I, this..."

  Suddenly, his eyes gleamed with a fierce light. Not yet, it's not over. As long as Lord Bone Saint seizes this opportunity to kill Ling Wushuang, and as long as Ling Wushuang dies, Ling Qingtian and Ling Moqiu will also fall. Their Jiang family still has hope!

  As he thought of this, a glimmer of hope rose in Jiang Yang's heart, but when he looked down, his old eyes suddenly widened, his mouth opened weakly, and his entire heart sank into the abyss, completely despairing.

  Ling Wushuang glanced at Gu Saint, who was laughing so hard his whole body was shaking, and took advantage of the moment he was catching his breath to calmly interject, "What, finally don't have to pretend anymore?"

  "Hahaha, arrogant little kid, still trying to show off at this time" Jiang Shan's shoulders shook as he laughed to himself, almost maniacally, but didn't notice that the people around him were looking at him with slanted eyes.

  Everyone looked at Ling Wushuang, then looked at Jiang Shan who was laughing to himself, and sympathetically shook their heads, preemptively wiping away a bitter tear for Jiang Shan. I said, you can laugh if you want, but at least look up and see what kind of state your opponent is in now? Look and then continue laughing.

  But after reading it, he probably can't laugh either.

  Hahaha

  Jiang Shan seemed to have laughed enough, it was time to take action and clean up the mess. He raised his head, his dark grey eyes gleaming with a fierce light, directly piercing the figure in front of him.

  "Ah..."

  Jiang Shan's entire body stiffened, his eyes wide with incredulity, the corners of his eyes almost splitting apart. The strange laugh that was about to escape his lips got stuck in his throat, unable to come out or go down, like he had eaten something foul and couldn't spit it out or swallow it.

  In Jiang Shan's expectation, Ling Wu should have been exhausted and fallen to the ground, but instead, she was smiling lightly with her eyes fixed on him, however, this wasn't the key...

  "Laughed enough?" Ling Wu's beautiful face was lightly raised, with a hint of a smile at the corner of her lips, and she said faintly: "If you haven't laughed enough, sir, please continue laughing. I can wait for you."

  What's ridiculous is not the point, the point is that Ling Wushuang is smiling brightly, her slender arms, both hands holding up the sky, and she's actually still supporting a complete mountain shadow!

  Jiang Shan's eyes widened in shock, his entire body stiffened like a iron board, he felt like crying, how could he still smile?

  "You've had a good laugh, now it's my turn!" Ling Wusuo chuckled mischievously and flipped his wrist, launching a powerful attack. His face, normally calm and serene, was twisted into a cold snarl as he shouted: "Five Seal Decree, Mountain Flip Seal!"

  "Boom!"

  A massive mountain shadow loomed ahead, rushing towards him. Bone Saint's eyes widened in terror as he desperately dodged to the side and let out a loud roar: "NO!"

  How is it possible that such a powerful technique can surpass the strength of a low-ranking saint like Ling Wu Shuang, and yet she can use it continuously without becoming completely exhausted?

  "Boom!"

  A deafening crash, and another deep pit appeared on the spot.

  "Ah——"

  A shrill and mournful cry echoed through the night sky, lingering on for a long time, refusing to fade away... yet it was unclear which hole it came from. The sound sent shivers down one's spine, causing an involuntary tremble.

  "I'll let you pretend to be a grandson..." Ling Wusuo's red lips curled up, slowly spitting out these words, and after one move, she didn't stop, jumping into the air, her slender fingers manipulating the spell, another mountain shadow crashed down, shouting: "Mountain Flip Seal!"

  "Rumble, rumble, rumble!"

  "Over the Mountain!"

  "Stop pretending to be young!"

  One after another cold and clear female voice, seemingly smiling yet not quite, accompanied by one deep pit after another suddenly appearing.

  "Stop pretending to be young!"

  A mountain range burst forth from the delicate body of Ling Wu, leaving everyone's eyes wide with wonder and their legs trembling. "My goodness gracious, is her spiritual energy for free?"

  Watching one deep pit after another being blasted out, the crowd couldn't help but swallow their saliva, and their foreheads were covered in cold sweat. What a huge grudge this must be, to have blown up several streets.

  Others are just pretending to be innocent, but Ling Wushuang is going to beat people into submission. The fact proves that pretending to be tender has no good outcome.

  "Ling, Ling Wusuo, stop right there!" The Poison Saint was trembling all over, but by the time he came to his senses, it was already too late.

  Ling Wushuang landed on the ground with a flutter, patted his hands calmly as if nothing had happened, and smiled faintly: "It's finally quiet."

  The person on the high platform suddenly came back to their senses, leaned forward and looked down, unable to suppress the numbness of their scalp.

  The vast royal stadium, not a single good spot, was pockmarked with one dark hole after another, and all the spectators below were squeezed to the edge, trembling with fear, as if they were still in a dream. As for Jiang Shan, there wasn't even a shadow left, let alone any remains.

  "A high-ranking saint, gone just like that." The people around me looked at each other in stunned silence.

  This is simply, utterly outrageous...

  The judge has long been frightened to nowhere, but the four major family ranking tournament, the outcome is already decided, just the first round, the Ling family has absolutely taken the lead!

  "No, no, it's not like that! Ling Wushuang has committed a foul!" The master of the Jiang family stumbled to his feet, his hand shaking as he pointed at the newcomer. "Ling Wushuang injured my Jiang family disciple's life force, this is clearly a foul! This round should be won by my Jiang family!"

  Ling Wushuang stepped up onto the high stone platform with a calm and composed demeanor, smiling as he said: "I've never heard of harming any disciples from the Jiang family, how could I know?"

  Jiang Yang was furious and said, "You little scamp are being cunningly argumentative!"

  "Jiang Yang, that's enough, know when to stop." The master of the Lian family couldn't help but intervene, walking out and casting a glance at the Poison Saint beside him. "Who is right or wrong, we all see clearly. Your Jiang family's age violation can be overlooked, but as for the contestants' origins, there's still much to investigate. Isn't it clear in your own heart?"

  Yun's master thought for a moment before walking out, nodding his head and saying: "Jiang Yang, I'm willing to admit defeat in the gamble, but don't make our family lose face as well."

  "No, I didn't lose, I don't accept it!" Jiang Yang's face was twisted in a ferocious scowl, his heart filled with cold laughter. What's the point of having a reputation if he lost? The entire Jiang clan would be inferior to the Ling family! Why would he care about saving face then?!

  The head of the Jiang family took a step forward, but because he had taken too much Huogong San, his spiritual power was completely lost, not to mention that he didn't even have any strength left. He had only walked a few steps before collapsing to the ground, and then he let out a miserable howl towards the side: "What are you all standing there for, why don't you help me up?"

  However, there was no one around who moved.

  Looking at the ugly appearance of the head of the Jiang family, all the disciples of the Jiang family felt very disappointed and shook their heads in unison. They never thought that the usually upright and honest master would be such a person, colluding with the Holy Temple, and even using such despicable means to win.

  In every family there are termites, and of course there are also people with a good heart. It depends on how the leader guides them.

  "You've all gone mad!" Jiang Yang furiously scanned his surroundings, finally fixing hopeful eyes on the pale-faced Poison Saint.

  The poisonous saint's forehead bulged with a sudden burst of energy, and his blue veins stood out one by one, clearly showing that he had already endured to the extreme.

  "Useless trash!" Du Sheng cursed, his fists clenched in the sleeves of his grey robe, making a cracking sound. Not even giving a glance to Jiang Yang who was seeking help from him, he slowly walked towards Ling Wusuo, "Ling Wusuo, you dare to lay hands on someone from our Holy Hall? You killed the elder of our Holy Hall in public, do you know what crime this is?"

  "Bai Jiaotian, what are you trying to do!" Ling Qingtian and Ling Moqiu stood up simultaneously, their bodies bursting with profound energy as they shielded Ling Wusuo in front of them.

  Although they are both high-ranking saints, the Poison Saint is a much more formidable existence than the Bone Saint. Among the high-ranking saints, being one rank apart means being vastly different.

  "What is this saint trying to do? Asking with full knowledge" The Poison Saint stepped forward, his face expressionless, and spoke in a cold tone: "Ling Wushuang publicly killed someone from our Holy Hall, this is a grave sin that can lead to the extinction of our clan. As the Chief Law Enforcer of the Holy Hall, how can I just stand by and do nothing?"

  The people around him suddenly took a breath of cold air, the crime of exterminating the clan, this is also...

  However, Ling Wushuang wasn't the first person to kill someone from Sheng Tang either. What about Xuan Ming Gongzi? Didn't he also fall into her hands? Fortunately, no one from Sheng Tang saw it, but this time is going to be troublesome.

  Now, let alone the entire Holy Hall being pressed near, even the poisonous saint in front of him is a problem. Although they are both high-ranking saints, the strength of the poisonous saint is one grade higher than that of the bone saint. Moreover, Ling Wushuang has just gone through a big battle.

  "As long as you hand over Ling Wu Shuang, I can spare your Ling family from punishment." Du Sheng said with a stern expression.

  "Am I supposed to kill the Saint Hall's elder in public?" A soft chuckle echoed from behind Ling Tian, and Ling Wu Xuan stepped out from behind the two men. With a pair of clear eyes, he gazed directly at Du Sheng, laughing as he asked, "Du Sheng, I'm having some trouble understanding what you're saying." Ling Wu Xuan blinked his innocent-looking big eyes, asking, "Isn't it that our Eastern Four Great Clans' ranking tournament still allows people from the Saint Hall to participate?"

  Du Sheng was slightly shaken by Ling Wusong's counter-question and couldn't respond for a moment.

  Although everyone knows the truth, no one dares to say it out loud. But if he admits it directly, wouldn't that be slapping himself in the face? The reputation of the Holy Temple would also be openly destroyed. However, if he doesn't admit that it was someone from the Holy Temple, then his junior brother's death would have been in vain!

  Here, there are many people with clear eyes, but more are still in a fog, their minds haven't turned around yet.

  Du Sheng's face twisted, thinking back and forth, he said harshly: "Ling Wushuang, Xuan Ming died at your hands, killing my Shengtang disciple, you still have to pay with your life. If you come with me to the Holy City to apologize, I will report to the Holy Master and spare your Ling family!"

  Xian'er and others died without evidence, but Xuan Ming's death at the hands of Ling Wu was witnessed by everyone. Look at her still being so deceitful.

  The surroundings suddenly erupted in a chorus of discussions, and many people had also witnessed the fight at the imperial palace banquet. Xuan Ming's interference in the affairs of the four major families was simply asking for trouble. Moreover, he relied on his backing to act recklessly, shouting and killing without restraint. In the end, he was no match for others, so who could be blamed? Even if you are the revered Poison Saint of the Sacred Hall, can't you still be reasonable?

  "Go with you to Holy City?" Ling Wu's eyes suddenly turned cold, this person was still arguing with her.

  Du Sheng coldly laughed twice, "How, now you know fear? However, it's already too late."

  Ling Tian and Ling Moqiu were instantly vigilant, staring tightly at Du Sheng, ready to fight him to the death at any moment.

  Ling Wushuang chuckled softly, flipped his wrist, and from the sleeve of his white robe, three small black balls, like marbles, appeared between his fingers. "I'm not going to go myself, but I can give you something to take with you. A small gift, I hope the Poison Saint will forgive me."

  "What did you say?" Du Sheng was stunned, not understanding the meaning of her words. He raised his eyes and saw three black beads in a triangular formation flying towards him.

  "What thing?" Du Sheng muttered to himself, his sleeve fluttering as he raised his hand to catch it.

  "Boom!"

  The last word of the Poison Saint had not yet been spoken when a deafening explosion shook the sky, and a black mushroom cloud burst forth. Although the energy was highly concentrated, the aftermath was even more terrifying. People who were several meters away from him were knocked to the ground, and the flames in the giant cauldron were instantly extinguished by the blast.

  "Awesome!"

  Coming back to one's senses, the surroundings continuously erupt with voices of national curses and insults.

  "Rub!"

  "My god, I'm so scared I've pissed myself"

  "So fierce"

  ……

  Ling Wushuang is really too reckless, Poison Saint just shouted a few sentences and she didn't say a word back, directly starting a fight!

  And what on earth is this thing, with such great power!

  Ling Tian and Ling Mo exchanged a silent glance, blinking blankly. Was this the legendary No. 2? Or had they always mistaken her gender...

  After the deafening roar, it took a long time for the black cloud to slowly disperse, revealing a dark gray figure inside. When everyone saw clearly, they were so stifled that their faces twisted, but they didn't dare laugh out loud.

  The Poison Saint's clothes were merely hanging on his body, his hair stood straight up, every single strand blown upwards to the sky, forming a heavenly bun. Not a single strand was out of place, in other words, it was an explosive hairstyle. Even his beard was blown sideways, looking like it had been chewed by a dog. His dark face was twisted in a terrifying way.

  "Ah yo, you actually still have nothing to do." Ling Wu Shuang's low and muffled voice rang out, causing the people around him to break out in cold sweat.

  Go ahead, this is still considered nothing, what would be considered something? Half of our lives have almost been lost...

  "Ling, nothing, double" one word at a time, the Poison Saint's face twisted completely out of shape, and as he spoke, black smoke kept emerging from his mouth and nose, curling up like a comical coal miner smoking a big pipe.

  The people around, seeing this comical scene, retreated one after another, deeply afraid of being affected by it. Due to the Poison Saint's face being too unsightly, there were hardly anyone who dared to laugh out loud, their faces turning green and red in turns, almost to the point of internal injury.

  But how can this be settled?

  Digression

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