Chapter 89: You Want Me to Beat It into You!?

  "Hahaha" Jiang Shan raised his head and let out a strange laugh, suddenly stopping, and flung out a sentence, "What's it to you!"

  The boy's voice was mixed with a hint of hoarseness, and his laughter made the people around him shiver down their spines.

  Jiang Shan's words had not yet fallen, when his dark grey pupils suddenly flashed with a fierce light. His entire body half-knelt on the ground, and with a burst of energy, he slapped his palm onto the earth: "Mountain collapse, earth split!"

  A massive crack was slapped out by him, the arena instantly split in two, like a dark lightning bolt, attacking Ling Wusong's feet, making a crisp cracking sound, in the darkness, like a barbaric beast chewing on giant rocks.

  The sand and stones around flew about, the crowd below retreated in succession to avoid the flash, one move was made with such a terrifying mysterious skill, this didn't seem like a competition, but rather a fight to the death.

  Ling Wushuang didn't slack off, and the Tianxuan-level protective Xuanqi was quickly released. Her slender legs kicked out, and she suddenly jumped up. A fierce gust of wind closely followed her, rushing towards the sky. Ling Wushuang reacted extremely quickly, her legs overlapping as she spun around in mid-air to dodge just in time.

  "Rumble, rumble, rumble!"

  Under her, the entire black stone stage split in two and cracked like a spider web, instantly collapsing into a pile of ruins.

  "My god, this attack is terrifying!" The people around were horrified.

  Such a pale and thin young man actually burst out with such terrifying power at will.

  Jiang Shan flew down to the ground, raised his hand and waved it once. A deep yellow mysterious energy swept out, amidst the howling wind, the surrounding giant rocks scattered, dust filled the air, but the person in front of him had already disappeared without a trace.

  Everyone looked around, amidst the rolling debris of the shattered stage, but Ling Wushuang's figure was nowhere to be seen.

  Jiang Shan's eyebrows furrowed deeply, and suddenly, he keenly sensed a dangerous aura. He abruptly lifted his head to gaze upwards, meeting a pair of clear and piercing eyes. In the blink of an eye, his body twisted strangely into a crouch.

  "Cheers!"

  Ling Wushuang was like a sword light descending from the sky, with a tearing sound, Jiang Shan's body, like a fragile rice paper, was cut in half by her sharp dagger, and what shocked people was that there was no trace of blood or flesh!

  "Heh" The crowd took a cold breath, and he just died like that?

  Just as everyone was still holding their breath, another Jiang Shan suddenly appeared behind Ling Wushuang, a strange smile floating on his face, and his withered claw-like hand reached out to grab her fragile neck!

  "Shadow Clone?" Ling Wu's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he swiftly drew his dagger and swept it horizontally towards the back.

  When speed reaches its peak, an afterimage will appear, which is not surprising. She had just cut off a mere shadow.

  "Clang——"

  A crisp sound, Ling Wushuang's dagger directly cut onto Jiang Shan's hand, the flesh and blood body, however, strangely emitted a metallic ringing sound of clashing blades.

  Jiang Shan snorted coldly, "A trivial skill"

  Ling Wushuang's divine consciousness was extremely keen, and his reaction speed was not weak either. With a flick of his wrist, the dagger drew a beautiful arc in the air before slashing towards his neck. Jiang Shan coldly smiled as he leaned back, quickly dodging out of the way.

  Two figures clashed and parted quickly, leaving behind a trail of sparks that seemed to linger in the air.

  The two men engaged in a fierce battle, seemingly simple and direct, but in reality, they were competing in many aspects, including the sharpness of their spiritual energy, the refinement of their mysterious aura, and the range of their mental lock. A slight mistake would lead to fatal consequences!

  "Ling Wusong has finally met his match. I really couldn't tell, where did this little monster Jiang Shan come from..."

  "Will Ling's evil star prevail over Jiang's monstrous clan, or who will ultimately emerge victorious?"

  After everyone retreated to a safe distance, they concentrated their attention on this side, afraid that if they were not careful, they would miss some wonderful duel.

  "Haha" Jiang Shan retreated, then let out a strange laugh, and afterwards, in a voice that only two people could hear, said: "Ling Wushuang, you indeed have some skills, however, today... I will still make you fall here!

  "I'm afraid I'll disappoint you" Ling Wusuo smiled, before he suddenly leaped into the air, flipped his body and shouted "Fei Huo Liu Xing!"

  A huge fireball, held by Ling Wu Shuang, rose into the night sky, shining like a jade bead, and with a wave of her hand, it burst forth, transforming into a meteor-like shower of arrows that shot towards Jiang Shan.

  The people around him retreated to a great distance, "It's the set of skills created by Ling Wushuang himself, Fei Huo Liu Xing. This move can even shatter the defense of the Holy Rank, and Sword Saint was also defeated by it. I don't know if Jiang Shan will be directly killed."

  After all, Jiang Shan is just a ninth-grade Tianxuan.

  Jiang Shan took a step back, and between his hands, a black misty aura swirled. He raised his hand and struck out with "Wanghun Palm!"

  A pitch-black palm, with five fingers, struck out in the direction of Ling Wu Shuang. It was like a giant beast waking up from its slumber, rapidly expanding in the air, and violently colliding with Ling Wu Shuang's attack. The sound of fire and ice rain crashing into each other could be heard.

  "Bad" Ling Moqiu on the high platform was restless, this palm technique is quite strange.

  Musō's 'Flying Rain Shooting Star' even now, as a Saint-level warrior, he wouldn't dare to be careless, but against Kanayama, Musō was actually at a disadvantage.

  Everyone was even more astonished, Jiang Shan and Li Mei'er were both at the peak of the 9th rank of Tian Xuan, yet Li Mei'er had been directly crippled by Ling Wu Shuang, while Jiang Shan could still withstand it, his aura not weakening in the slightest.

  Ling Lao Yezi gritted his teeth, "This set of palm techniques contains a highly toxic poison that can devour the Xuan Qi!"

  A dark palm collided with the incoming red light sword shadow, transforming into a black mist that engulfed it completely. Then, it rapidly enveloped Ling Wusuo in mid-air, booming loudly as if waves were wrapping her tightly within.

  "Lost Soul Palm!" Another attack was launched, Jiang Shan raised his head and laughed loudly, with a childish voice that sent chills down one's spine, "Ling Wushuang, fully enjoy the summons of death!"

  At this time, the Poison Sage on the high platform seemed to suddenly think of something and abruptly stood up, "Master - be careful!"

  Things have gone wrong, he forgot to remind him of one thing.

  Gangshan was still indulging in self-admiration when a red light burst out of the distant black fog, followed by several crimson beams breaking through. A clear and cold female voice then rang out, "Go!"

  "Ahhhroo!"

  A crimson red belt, like a fire dragon, rose from Ling Wu's small body, broke through the dark fog and emerged, with a faint sound of dragon chanting around!

  "What!" Jiang Shan finally revealed a hint of surprise, Ling Wushuang unexpectedly didn't have his soul dispersed by the Wugong Palm.

  A crimson fist, bursting forth like a raging torrent, shattered the dark soul palm he had just formed. Like a fiery waterfall descending from the heavens, it roared and howled as it poured towards Jiang Shanjun's head!

  In his astonishment, Jiang Shan's reaction was slightly slow, and he was still in an attacking state. He turned around to defend himself, but it was too late. In a moment of carelessness, he was struck by the flames on his head, accompanied by a miserable cry.

  Ling Lao Ye Zi and Ling Mo Qiu exchanged a glance, their tense hearts skipped a beat before calming down.

  The people around felt the temperature of this sky suddenly soaring, as if they were in a furnace, scorching and unbearable. The black stones that had been shattered and piled up on the arena were actually ignited, and in the blink of an eye, a huge flame mountain was formed.

  The stones are not yet exhausted, and the fire is still burning!

  Jiang Shan's mouth let out a series of sharp cries, as if his buttocks were on fire, and he rolled out of the flames in disarray. Unexpectedly, it seemed that he hadn't suffered serious injuries. However, after everyone got a clear look at him, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

  Jiang Shan's tattered clothes were covered in scattered sparks, not to mention his head, which was completely bald, with not a single hair left, including his eyebrows, which had been burned clean.

  Once bathed in fire, a native chicken becomes a phoenix, and a young man becomes a monk?

  "Wow—"

  Jiang Shang had just jumped out of the sea of flames, and in his chest, a surge of blood and gas churned, he lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of dark purple blood. The sight was as miserable as it could be, causing the people around him to shiver in fear, yet they couldn't help but admire his strong will to live. Under such a terrifying attack, he still managed to stay alive.

  "Ryō Musō" Jiang Shan wiped the blood from his mouth with a raised hand, his fists clenched with a cracking sound, and let out an angry low growl, as if one could hear him grinding his teeth. "You're actually fine, how is this possible?!"

  Ling Wushuang chuckled softly and patted the cuff of his sleeve, his gaze flickering towards the Poison Saint on the high platform. Only then did he speak in a leisurely tone: "Hasn't someone forgotten to tell you that these things are useless against me?"

  The Wraith Palm indeed contains a deadly poison that can absorb the Xuan force, but for someone with a vast and boundless life force like Qianli Qiantong, it's nothing to be concerned about. After being tempered by his life force, her current physique is now immune to all poisons!

  "You..." Jiang Shan's forehead seemed to have a blue vein bursting out.

  Duō Shèng, sitting on the high platform, gritted his teeth in anger and sat down, forgetting to remind himself that Líng Wú Shuāng's physique was special, even his most proud poisonous skills were useless against her.

  Otherwise, Xian'er would not have died miserably!

  "How is it that at this time, you still don't plan to reveal your true self?" Ling Wushuang's next sentence made Jiang Shan almost imperceptibly stiffen.

  "What do you mean? I don't understand," Jiang Shan said, his head bowed and his hand still clutching at his chest. Half of his face was obscured by the shadows, and his pale lips curled up into a strange, eerie smile that seemed even more terrifying in the flickering firelight.

  "I don't understand!?" Ling Wushuang's red lips curled up slightly, and she coldly shouted: "Or do you want me to beat it into you until you understand!"

  A cold and clear female voice, like a dagger cutting through the air, pierced through the darkness, making everyone around her unable to help but shiver, it was too damn domineering.

  "Ling Wushuang!" Jiang Shan's face was gloomily dark and terrifying, the three low growls seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

  "What does 'peerless' mean?" Ling Moqiu and Old Master exchanged a glance, neither of them understood what Ling Wuduo was saying.

  The master of the Jiang family on the high platform, however, had a pale face and was really limp in the large chair. Had Ling Wushuang discovered something? Impossible! Besides, how could Jiang Shan not defeat a small Ling Wushuang?

  "Hahaha" Jiang Shan suddenly raised his head and let out a terrifying, maniacal laugh. "It's actually like that? Then you can die with your eyes closed!"

  As soon as the words fell, Jiang Shan's momentum suddenly surged up, like a giant beast constantly expanding. The deep yellow aura was replaced by green aura, and in the blink of an eye, it had been refined into dark green.

  Deep green color, high-ranking saint!

  Everyone's eyes were almost bulging out, what was going on? They thought that Jiang Shan's suppressed cultivation was at the first rank of Tian Xuan, and after recovering to the ninth rank of Tian Xuan it would be over. But in the blink of an eye, he had actually become a high-ranking Saint!

  They wouldn't be stupid enough to think he suddenly jumped up, it must be that he originally had this strength!

  "The High Saint" Ling Er Tian suddenly jumped up from his seat, Jiang Shan was actually a High Saint, his power second only to the Poison Saint beside him, no wonder he had always felt that this person was unpredictable!

  Ling Moqiu's face was calm and serene as he turned his head to look at the master of the Jiang family, asking, "Jiang Yang, do you have anything else to say?"

  "Ling Moqiu, what do you mean?" Jiang Yang's expression changed slightly, but he quickly calmed down and pretended to be calm, saying: "Jiang Shan is indeed a high-ranking saint, but that only proves that your Ling family's skills are inferior. Who says we can't suppress our spiritual power in the competition?"

  "You're shameless and dare to quibble," Ling Moqiu gritted her teeth, "This Jiang Shan is not even a member of the Jiang family"

  "Blood-mouthed man, Ling Moqiu, what evidence do you have?" The master of the Jiang family lay on the large chair, determined not to admit it, the real Jiang Shan was already dead, this person, was his Jiang family disciple!

  "Ling Wushuang, you do have some insight." Jiang Shan's voice had also changed at this moment, becoming hoarse like an old man in his twilight years, paired with that youthful face, making people feel extremely eerie.

  I really didn't expect him to be so careful, yet he still got caught.

  "A Seventh-Grade Supreme Saint?" Ling Wu's eyebrows slightly rose, "However, it seems to be a bit stronger than I imagined."

  Her current strength, the Chaotic Flames she summoned, even a mid-tier Saint like Lei Saint had to dodge and weave to avoid. This person, on the other hand, took it head-on and only lost some eyebrows and hair - it's hard not to let her suspect anything.

  "Is it surrender or let Ben Sheng beat you into submission, or perhaps, refuse to admit defeat? Choose one." Jiang Shan sneered and directly gave her three options.

  The head of the Jiang family burst out laughing upon hearing this, "Ling Wushuang, after ten years of ups and downs, you've ended up like this. Let's see how arrogant you can be now, hahaha!"

  Ling Wushuang coldly glanced at Jiang Yang, who was self-satisfied, and her red lips slightly curled up as she said with a hint of a smile, "Do you think I'll just let it go like this?"

  Everyone's heart trembled upon hearing this, "What does Ling Wusuo mean by this? Is she going to continue the competition?"

  "How can this be? Ling Wusong, no matter how demonic he is, cannot do this! Jiang Shan is a high-ranking saint, and she's just Tianxuan, isn't this sending her to death?" Someone secretly worried about Ling Wusong.

  "My god, I'm looking at this ginger mountain, no matter how I look at it, it looks like an old man"

  Immediately someone slapped his thigh in agreement and said: "Isn't that right, damn it, why do I feel the same way!"

  ……

  Everyone was talking at once, discussing heatedly. Ling Tian looked up at his precious granddaughter and also showed some disapproval in his eyes. This competition could be abandoned by the Ling family, it wasn't necessary to win no matter what. Nothing was more important than safety, especially when compared to being unmatched.

  "Jiang Shan burst out laughing and said, 'Ling Wu Shuang, you're indeed quick-witted with your words, but do you think you can get away without paying the price? Do you think I, this saint, don't know your true nature?'"

  By the way

  Girls have a great weekend, haha, I'm out today, bear with me for now, and I'll make it up to you tomorrow, sweat