At this mont, Zhao Ling seed to have foreseen her victory.
After this kick, Old Demon Duan would definitely explode to death!
But through the gaps in the flas, she saw Duan Yun’s eyes.
A pair of bright eyes, untainted by any dust, even more terrifying was that these eyes seed to forever brim with confidence.
Absolute confidence!
Could a man facing death still be so confident?
This man must be mad!
Duan Yun was not mad; he truly was confident!
No one can defeat this young hero!
"Extraordinary Wisdom, I command you to settle all matters!"
In the midst of this raging thunder and flas, Duan Yun had already ordered the Extraordinary Wisdom to move, to settle all matters.
So the Extraordinary Wisdom had already begun to wildly flicker, then in the thunderfire, it found the answer.
Thunder spawns fire, fire gathers thunder, thunder and fire breed together, transforming into a giant sword, slashing through all!
In just an instant, Duan Yun’s Dharma Image changed behind him, with Little Yu and Qing appearing at his back.
If one were to say that the two shadow figures of little dragon-horned children on Zhao Ling’s shoulders were her Dharma Image, then Duan Yun now also had two Dharma Images, even bigger than hers!
Little Yu and Qing didn’t usually get along, but at this mont they were in perfect harmony, one’s Fist Power fiercely spinning, stirring up dazzling Fire Lotuses, while the other ford a Sword technique, with the nearby thunder converging towards her!
And so in this instant, Duan Yun’s entire being seed to be ablaze, bathed in the shock of thunder.
"Co forth! Thunder Fire Heavenly Sword!"
A Thunder Fire Giant Sword burst forth from Duan Yun’s body, from this perspective, he seed to be a giant sword surrounded by thunderfire, and the beautiful Qing and Little Yu appeared like the sword guards on either side of the giant sword’s hilt!
"Slash through all filth!"
In Duan Yun’s eyes, one side was thunder, the other fire, his entire being transford into a Thunder Fire Great Sword, thrusting forward.
With a booming sound, the cyan Dragon Strength and the Thunder Fire Heavenly Sword collided, not just Gathering Talent Manor, but the entire town shook!
The Electromagnetic Sword Field’s thunder shattered, the Dragon Strength was dyed red, becoming a blur, Gathering Talent Manor’s Chengde Hall was reduced to tatters, rising as a surging mushroom cloud.
The onlookers from the Martial World in the front, if they weren’t shaken to death on the spot, had their flesh torn and bones shattered, either dead or wounded.
Even in the terrifying center of the blast, the Huangshan Golden Sword clutched in Duan Yun’s left hand showed signs of lting.
But Duan Yun wasn’t set ablaze, all because at the mont of drawing the sword, both Qing and Little Yu clung tightly to him, as if he were inside the core of a cha, avoiding the majority of the damage.
In the billowing dust, slowly two figures erged that struck terror into the hearts of people.
One standing, the other lying down.
The one standing was Duan Yun, holding the Huangshan Golden Sword dripping with gold liquid, the one lying down was Zhao Ling, her cyan Dragon feet turned to a twisted, reddish color, resembling a braised giant chicken claw.
Even more horrifying was that beside her leg was a thing like a white rope, stuck with blood and flesh.
Yes, it was a tendon.
A Dragon Tendon!
With this single Thunder Fire sword strike, Duan Yun’s Extraordinary Wisdom had flickered, reprising the scene in his dream where he, as Nezha, extracted the dragon’s tendon.
What he could do in his dreams, he could do in reality!
Thus, Zhao Ling who considered herself invincible had fallen, her Dragon Tendon plucked out.
Zhao Ling’s originally flawless skin was now half burnt black, half red.
She lay on the ground, struggling, her face in agony, "No, it’s impossible!"
"It must! It must be fake!"
The Dharma Image behind Duan Yun had already dissipated, and in that fleeting mont, one could see by the naked eye that both Qing and Little Yu also appeared utterly exhausted, as if overburdened.
Even the highest-end cha operated this way would need to smoke and shut down.
Steam rising from his head, Duan Yun panted heavily, walking past under everyone’s gaze.
Facing the unwilling to believe Zhao Ling, he bent down to pick up her companion sword.
Another Huangshan Golden Sword.
In the next instant, he kicked out, hitting right at Zhao Ling’s abdon!
"Ugh!"
As Zhao Ling spewed blood, urine also sprayed out, hence the golden sword was instantaneously stained.
Duan Yun watching this scene, said, "Good sword! Good urine!"
The tragedy of the Huangshan Heroine reerges in the Martial World, and Zhao Ling was about to roll her eyes.
In anger.
Even after consuming two Dragon Essences and cultivating a Divine Skill, she didn’t rush to torture Old Demon Duan to death.
Because a good al is worth waiting for!
She wanted to find the right ti, the right place, to torture him well in front of everyone.
Even in death, Duan Yun would die a most humiliating and restless death, to address her anger over losing her daughter, to let her glory as the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch shine throughout the world!
But why, why did it co to this!
This damned Dao of heaven, why must evil outstretch good by a foot for every cubit the Dao is high?
At this mont, those who felt the sky had collapsed included the Manor Master Zhuang Juxian, the collapsed and helpless Chen Sanjue, the disciples fantasizing about killing, raping, and robbing Zhao Ling, and the countless Jianghu people who considered themselves righteous.
Especially among the crowd, those Bloodthirsty Storytellers who had always been advocating Zhao Ling as the future Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch, so had their eyes split apart, bleeding.
For them, this was simply the darkest mont of the Martial World.
The future leader of the Martial World, who was to cleanse all evil, the paragon of righteousness, was now beaten to the ground by Old Demon Duan, with her urine unceasing.
Damn it, the spine of the Martial World’s righteous path was broken!
The next mont, a Bloodthirsty Storyteller had already moved from split-eye rage to bleeding from the eyes.
Because Duan Yun had picked up Zhao Ling in one motion, making her kneel before him.
And so, Zhao Ling knelt before Duan Yun in humiliation, leaking.
At this mont, Duan Yun waved his hand, and an Endless Electric Sword shot into a pile of fallen bodies.
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