It was hard to imagine that a palm the size of a baby's, which looked as soft as cotton, could actually slap someone mercilessly.
This small slap pushed Jing Ze back a hundred li in the Inner World, and he slid on the ground face-first, directly plowing out an abyss.
It was just a simple slap, but Jing Ze was already dizzy from the slap, and a trace of fear finally appeared on his expressionless face; it was a fear that came from the depths of his soul.
Because this slap was all too familiar to him; it was like a memory that had been engraved in his bones since the last time he had been slapped, and he couldn't forget it.
When he got up from the bottom of the abyss, Jing Ze had already tried very hard to convince himself that the other party was just a little baby who didn't need to fear him at all, but his body still couldn't stop trembling.
Thus, Jing Ze abruptly erupted. He circulated all his spirit energy and spread his dragon wings wide open, and the sparkling and translucent dragon bones shone with a rich luster under the swirling lightning.
Wang Nuan was well aware that this was fear. Although she wasn't very old, she was still sensitive to emotions. Everyone faced fear in different ways. Jing Ze's apparent outburst was in fact a cover-up. Roaring, he charged to the front and scattered lightning to every corner of the Inner World.
As he roared, Thunder God Whips broke out of the ground one after another. Tens of thousands of Thunder God Whips broke out of the ground, and like tentacles, they swayed back and forth in the Inner World.
"The power of the old world?" Leng Ming frowned. His shifus had warned him before that he had to be on guard against the revival of the old world. This was also the focus of Jingke and Bai Qiao's training for Leng Ming.
As the future successor of Sword King World, Leng Ming had studied very seriously at the time, and had a certain level of understanding of the old world.
It was a mysterious and terrifying history that symbolized darkness and devouring. No one hoped that the power of the old world would resurface in an era of peace.
It wasn't just the modern cultivation world; even Sword King World and other worlds had to be on guard against the emergence of this power. And the biggest symbol of the old world was those mysterious tentacles. Wang Nuan had eaten a few of them before, and they hadn't tasted good.
Fortunately, they had done their homework in advance, and neither Leng Ming nor Wang Nuan was afraid at all. They had thought that Jing Ze would come up with something more interesting after his outburst, but in the end, it was only at this level, which disappointed Wang Nuan.
As the younger sister, she wanted to surpass her brother, but her brother was really too strong. Who knew how long it would take for him to surpass Wang Ling based on his talent alone … The point was that while she was growing, her brother would also grow!
If both of them grew, how long would it take for them to catch up?
Therefore, Wang Nuan's goal was very clear. Although she had only been born a few months ago, her small body already had great ambitions! She had thought it through very thoroughly. The only way to surpass her brother was to constantly fight and temper herself in battle!
Who would have thought that at the critical moment, Wang Ling would have to resort to such a lousy method; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was a small fry.
If one looked down on Wang Nuan just by looking at her, and felt that as long as they could defeat her with a strange spell that surpassed her age, they would be underestimating the youngest of the Wang family.
As the Master of Shadow Dao, wherever there was light, there would be shadows, and using shadows to counter attacks was what Wang Nuan was best at.
The lightning that Jing Ze had released actually created an excellent environment for Wang Nuan. Unhurriedly, she sat on Leng Ming's neck and began to circulate all the spirit energy in her body.
Boom!
On the surface of the core world, countless pitch-black tentacles reached out from underground. These were all shadows that Wang Nuan had replicated. Their might was equivalent to these lightning whips, and the moment they appeared, they formed an equal suppression against the tentacles that Jing Ze had summoned.
Then, taking advantage of this counterbalance, Wang Nuan extended her tentacles again.
"Ha!"
But this time, it was Wang Nuan's little foot that touched Jing Ze's face.
The instant this little flying leg kicked toward Jing Ze, the huge force it formed exploded on Jing Ze's face, distorting the void and completely tearing it apart.
The seemingly ordinary flying leg was actually too powerful. In that instant, Jing Ze felt as if his face had been swept by a huge mountain, and he was immediately sent flying. He spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.
So powerful …
Even Leng Ming was dumbfounded. Although he knew that Wang Nuan was very powerful, he didn't expect her to be so ferocious and domineering.
For a moment, as Wang Nuan's sword spirit, Leng Ming felt a lot of pressure.
Before he knew it, he had already been swept away.
In order to become a sword spirit that was worthy of Wang Nuan, Leng Ming felt that he had to work harder.
"Cough …" Jing Ze crawled up from the ground for the second time. This was already the second time that he had been attacked in the face. His body was covered in blood, and he looked to be in a very bad condition. The dragon wings on his back had already been fractured, and even a few dragon scales had been shaved off by Wang Nuan.
He kept coughing up blood, but his expression still showed no signs of admitting defeat.
On the other side, Wang Nuan had no intention of letting Jing Ze go.
After all, Wang Muyu was injured. Although she had fed him a lot of tonics, Wang Nuan felt that it was not enough to vent her anger just by hitting him twice.
Therefore, after hitting Jing Ze twice, she was actually waiting for Jing Ze's injuries to recover. After all, Jing Ze's injuries could be quickly healed with the Eternal Moon Starlight that Bai Zhe had given him.
To Wang Nuan, this was excellent news.
Because Jing Ze's rapid recovery meant two things.
One was that he could let her fight to her heart's content.
On the other hand, it was a very special way to gain combat experience.
Although Jing Ze wasn't very strong, he had a lot of health!
Although his strength was too weak, as long as his body was sturdy enough, he could barely make it as an opponent.
Therefore, Wang Nuan calculated that Jing Ze had more or less recovered, and attacked again. The boundless spiritual energy in her body exploded at this moment, turning into endless lightning! This was a technique that she had learned from Jing Ze using her Shadow Dao ability.
This was truly giving him a taste of his own medicine.
"Lightning is useless against me." Jing Ze laughed. He was mocking Wang Nuan for actually trying to use lightning against him.
However, very quickly, he was slapped in the face by Wang Nuan again.
This was because in the next second, the head hammer that contained the power of lightning smashed onto his body again. Moreover, it was aimed at his vitals. He was hit accurately on the spot …
In that instant, Jing Ze felt as if his body had been struck by lightning. He instantly let out a painful scream.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
