Chapter 1335: Chapter 1434: Broken Spear Chapter 1335: Chapter 1434: Broken Spear Supre Saint Hall, there were a total of twelve, and thus twelve inheritors of the Holy Palace.
Fang Lin originally owned one of the Supre Saint Halls; in addition to that, at the base of Fall Demon Cliff, he absorbed the inheritance from another inheritor who had died there, obtaining his legacy. This made him the bearer of two Supre Saint Hall inheritances.
At this mont, Fang Lin could likewise sense two or three different kinds of inheritance auras emanating from Juechen, suggesting that Juechen, like himself, had absorbed the inheritance of other inheritors, and probably more than Fang Lin had.
Fang Lin stared at Juechen, and Juechen was also looking at Fang Lin, both of them with a sense of vigilance and covetousness.
“How many inheritances have you absorbed?” Fang Lin asked.
Juechen’s face was expressionless, “Aside from the inheritance I originally received, I’ve also absorbed two more.”
Upon hearing this, Fang Lin’s heart sank; Juechen truly was formidable, actually possessing three Supre Saint Hall inheritances, one more than he had.
However, this was also not surprising since the inheritors of the Supre Saint Hall were inherently engaged in mutual slaughter. Whoever they encountered would desire to seize the inheritance of the other.
It was rely fortuitous for Fang Lin to co across an inheritor who had died at the base of Fall Demon Cliff. Otherwise, it would have been difficult for Fang Lin to obtain another Supre Saint Hall inheritance.
Juechen, on the other hand, was different; aside from his own inheritance, the other two were likely wrested from other inheritors, achieved through sheer strength rather than any luck.
Twelve inheritances, and now Fang Lin and Juechen together accounted for five of them here, basically splitting half of the inheritances between the two of them.
“How did you co upon the other inheritance you carry?” Juechen asked.
Fang Lin curled his lips, “Sheer luck, just picked it up.”
Although these were true words, to Juechen, it sounded as though Fang Lin was mocking him, unwilling to tell the truth.
“No matter how you acquired them, the two inheritances you carry will soon be mine,” Juechen shouted, his treasured saber once again slashing towards Fang Lin.
Fang Lin was not afraid in the slightest, circulating his Physical Strength, along with the power released from the Kylin Demon Bone, wielding his Mysterious Sea Dragon Spear.
Boom!!!
In this clash, both of them had used all their power, not holding back in the slightest, marking their most extre confrontation in terms of strength.
But a thump sounded, and Fang Lin’s long spear suddenly snapped, leaving Juechen’s blade unblocked, heading straight for Fang Lin’s chest.
Had Fang Lin been struck by this blade, he likely would have been split in two right then and there.
In the critical mont, Fang Lin stepped upon the Ninth Layer of the Nine Heavens, pushing his speed to the limit; in the blink of an eye, he brushed past the treasured blade.
Phut!
Even though he wasn’t truly slashed, a streak of blood still marked Fang Lin’s chest. Fortunately, the protective intent of the Kylin mitigated most of the blade’s power; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been rely a blood streak.
Fang Lin staggered backwards repeatedly; he glanced at the short spear in his hand and inwardly sighed. The Mysterious Sea Dragon Spear was ultimately destroyed.
This spear had been used by Fang Lin for quite a long ti; he was just a Heavenly Origin Martial Artist when he obtained this weapon in the Wuji Battle Temple, a gift from Long Zhiming.
Fang Lin rembered it clearly; he had wagered with Long Zhiming in the Wuji Battle Temple, and upon winning against Long Zhiming, he had obtained this weapon.
The Mysterious Sea Dragon Spear, forged from the spine of a Flood Dragon, was an exceptionally fine weapon, yet, regrettably, it was ultimately destroyed.
Juechen’s strike was too powerful; even the spine of a Flood Dragon could not withstand the force of his blade.
Although Fang Lin was not short of weapons, he still felt a pang of regret for losing one that had served him for so long.
However, this was not the ti for regrets. Fang Lin stowed the broken spear into his pouch and drew out an ancient lance.
With the ancient lance in hand, a chilling aura of murderous intent surrounded Fang Lin. His hair danced wildly, and a glimr of bloodlight surged from the depths of his eyes.
The next mont, engulfed in madness and killing intent, Fang Lin charged at Juechen. The ancient lance, with an unstoppable montum, thrust directly at Juechen’s chest.
Juechen, witnessing Fang Lin’s approach, felt a distinct change in his aura from earlier and was secretly astonished. Yet he held no fear, brandishing his treasured blade to et Fang Lin head-on.
This clash was not just of ancient lance against treasured blade, but also of Fang Lin against Juechen, clashing once more.
Boom—
It sounded like distant thunder, reminiscent too of mountains collapsing.
At the mont when the ancient lance t the treasured blade, Fang Lin grunted, blood spurting forth, but the insanity and killing intent on him did not lessen. Instead, his strength erupted in an instant.
Juechen did not fare much better; blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth. Moreover, his hands, injured by the killing aura embedded in the ancient lance, bled from nurous cuts.
In the next instant, both n were sent flying backward. Whether Fang Lin or Juechen, both were covered in wounds, their strength seemingly depleted, feeling imnsely fatigued.
Juechen felt even more strain than Fang Lin. Before engaging with Fang Lin, he had already fought with Yin Wuyan. Though he hadn’t sustained injuries, the effort had been draining.
Now, against Fang Lin, to his surprise, Juechen found Fang Lin’s strength formidable. Even with all his might, Juechen only managed a draw with Fang Lin, failing to gain the upper hand.
Clutching his blade, Juechen stood tall. Despite the blood streaming from his hands, his aura remained potent, as if boundless strength still resided within him to be unleashed.
Fang Lin’s chest heaved, gripping the ancient lance, his presence undiminished, his murderous intent even more pronounced, his eyes blazing with a rising frenzy of battle lust.
“Kid, you might want to stop fighting,” the Old Dried Corpse advised, “This guy hasn’t even used his full strength yet.” He suggested Fang Lin retreat for the ti being.
Although Fang Lin’s desire to battle ran high, he retained his clarity and reason. Hearing the Old Dried Corpse’s words, he too felt an inclination to avoid battle.
Fang Lin indeed yearned for the three Supre inheritances on Juechen, but now it seed an easy victory was unlikely.
Whether Juechen had gone all out, Fang Lin could not tell, but it was certain that he had held back. Juechen hadn’t yet deployed the power of his Supre inheritance, which indicated reservation.
Likewise, Fang Lin had not used his Supre inheritance, as both were too familiar with the might of the Supre Saint Hall Inheritance—once invoked, it could be easily countered by the opponent.
To continue fighting could lead to mutual destruction, a aningless outco. Moreover, it would give an opportunity to the guardians of this place.
Just as he thought this, the volcanoes below erupted violently, spewing lava that rose to the skies.
“What a lively fight you two are putting on, but sadly, it seems I’ll be the one to benefit,” ca a languid voice. A young man could be seen seated on a throne amidst the flowing lava, propping his head with one hand, smiling faintly as he watched Fang Lin and Juechen.
ps: First update, still not feeling well.
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