pdf-ebookys Page 83
Page 83
Simply unheard of.
Is this what they call "binding spirits and summoning generals"?
Such techniques, which allow one to freely control spirits and entities, are practically the natural enemy of the shamanic lineage.
No wonder even Guan Shihua's great-grandmother didn't dare to go south; the two of them are now thinking of running away.
Especially now, Wang Bing's forceful control of the spirit to self-destruct has further enraged the two of them.
The two looked at each other, then sat back down.
Having never directly experienced the control that the Spirit Commanders exerted over spirits, they were still somewhat resentful and didn't want to have made a wasted trip.
This is not arrogance, but rather the accumulated honor of the Chuma lineage over thousands of years, which compels them to maintain this integrity.
Besides, isn't Wang Bing, who can summon spirits and command generals, about to be eliminated?
Without the spirit-controlling creature, maybe everything will be fine?
With Uncle Kunsheng around, what other major event could possibly occur?
Wang Bing's control over spirits to self-destruct is not some secret technique, but simply a manifestation of his absolute control over spirits through the art of spirit control.
Wang never cared about the life or death of the spirits; to him, he could have as many as he wanted.
The important thing is that this Wang Ye from Wudang actually dared to insult me like this?
And isn't he a Tai Chi practitioner? What was that thing he just used? Magic?
Wang Bing was immediately filled with boundless greed; he wanted this.
The Spirit Binding Technique is useless; it's completely worthless. He wants the Heavenly Record and the magic used by the King.
"All of this should have belonged to me!"
Wang Bing looked at Wang Ye, who was engulfed by black qi, and stood up and roared.
"Why do you always stop me? The Tongtian Talisman should have been given to me directly. Why do I have to participate in the competition?"
"The Spirit Binding and Commanding system is useless. Why do you need to bind spirits? Why can't you just give me all the spirits in the world?"
"And I want the spells you use too. Now hand over your spells to me."
"Eight-door transport".
Wang Ye's Qimen Dunjia formation unfolds.
The spatial fluctuations moved the oncoming black energy to the edge of the arena.
Wang Bing's expression froze, and he was about to say something more.
A flying kick landed on his face.
Without hesitation, Wang Ye delivered a flying kick that sent Wang Bing flying in the instant he was stunned.
"Ora! Ora! Ora! Ora..."
"You deserve to die..."
"Ora! Ora! Ora! Ora..."
"me……"
"Ora! Ora! Ora! Ora..."
Wang Ye's fists rained down like raindrops.
Wang Bing hadn't had a chance to use even a fraction of the strength he had just gained through absorbing spiritual energy.
In the end, Wang also played Ora for two minutes.
Wang Bing looked aggrieved as Wang Ye punched and kicked him until he was knocked unconscious.
Wang Bing's last thought before he fainted.
Grandpa, I want this...
"The winner of this match: Wang Ye!"
A chorus of snickers erupted from the stands.
That's it? I thought Wang Bing was some kind of ruthless guy!
They have quite a reputation, but apart from being a bit tough, I haven't seen them have any other skills.
Legendary Resilient King, Human Windmill, Prince of Tough Words, Wang Bing...
That's it? That's it?
On the stands, Wang Ai's face was ashen.
If it weren't for so many people watching, and the fact that his little brother wasn't seriously injured, he would have been eliminated long ago.
And Lu Xuan behind him...
If it weren't for Lu Xuan, would a mere impoverished Wudang, with a king, dare to treat his own grandson like that?
Beneath Wang Ai's seemingly kind and benevolent expression lay an incredibly cold and sinister gaze.
So what if one reaches the Yang God realm? Realm doesn't represent absolute strength.
Everyone here is just struggling at a low level. Do you really think you have divine abilities just because you've reached the Yang God realm?
Wang Ai had already decided to kill him.
In this era's understanding of superhumans, their abilities are no match for firearms.
The realm of Yang God has not appeared for many years, and the concept of immortals in the world of supernatural beings has remained merely a legend.
Wang Ai didn't believe that Lu Xuan could be so powerful as to cause such a world-shaking difference.
No matter how strong an individual is, they can't change the world. They will definitely be constrained by worldly conventions. Besides, doesn't Lu Xuan also have weaknesses?
Wang Ai's gaze was cold as she stared at Wang Ye's departing figure.
Coincidentally, he also took a liking to the technique that Wang Ye had unintentionally used earlier.
As far as he knew, there was only one person who could cast spells so freely, and that person had a deep connection with Wudang...
Wang Ye? Feng Hou Qi Men?
Isn't this a ready-made weakness delivered to our doorstep?
[Failure Diary]
I dreamt yesterday that I became a golden prince.
I woke up this morning to find I'd been typing so much I was dizzy, and I forgot to post the update.
【I:……】
[From now on, I'll update at midnight every day to avoid inconsistent update times.]
Chapter 79: How can this be allowed? I'm here! I'm here!
"How did I, a monk, get into so much trouble!"
Wang Ye walked out of the arena, preparing to go find Lu Xuan.
But then he saw two men in suits, one tall and thin, the other short and stout, blocking his way. They exuded a calm and collected aura, clearly experts among the supernatural beings.
But what really surprised Wang Ye was—why was Zhang Chulan there?
"Zhang Chulan, what are you doing here?"
"Mr. Wang Ye, the two elders, Wang Ai and Lü Ci, would like to invite you and this Zhang Chulan to go together."
The two men in suits stared intently at Wang Ye, seemingly ready to make a move at any moment.
Zhang Chulan shrugged helplessly.
“They said Wang Ai and Lü Ci knew about my grandfather’s affairs, and I didn’t expect them to invite you as well.”
They have ulterior motives!
Wang Ye looked at the two people in front of him. Could it be that the divination he had performed was meant to happen here?
But... Zhang Chulan's grandfather?
The creator of the Eight Extraordinary Skills? The culprit behind the Jia Shen Rebellion?
Wang Ye's curiosity was piqued.
Although these two don't seem to have any good intentions, but... right!
This is Longhu Mountain, and their martial uncle, Lu Gongxuan, is also here. They wouldn't dare to make a move here directly.
Moreover, when discussing the Jia Shen Rebellion of that year, there might really be some hidden secrets.
Thinking of this, Wang nodded.
"Sure! Let's go together then."
"You didn't hit hard enough!"
After the match between Zhang Lingyu and Lu Linglong ended, Lu Linglong, who was covered in smoke, was carried off the field.
Lu Xuan said something as if he had a premonition.
Xu Si, standing beside Lu Xuan, looked surprised upon hearing Lu Xuan's words.
This is mild? Lu Linglong must be burning up by now!
"Master Lu, isn't this... enough?"
Xu Si looked at Lu Linglong, who was holding Lu Jin's hand with teary eyes, and exclaimed, "Eh!"
Zhang Lingyu really doesn't hold back; he struck so fiercely.
Will Grandpa Lu Jin lose his temper?
"I was referring to a certain curious warlock..."
Lu Xuan looked in the direction of the Wang family's residence, where a certain Wang was trotting over happily.
Lu Xuan: "..."