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Chapter 2108

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Above the statue of a real immortal, the Young God King was like the Sun in the sky, lighting up the entire universe.

He was far too dazzling. Like a crane among chickens, it was hard for him not to attract attention.

Therefore, after he challenged Ling Xian to a battle, everyone began to discuss.

"If I'm not wrong, that is the Ling Xian who defeated the leader of the same level!"

"The Ling Xian who got Luo Xianzi's favor and is said to have the highest chance of becoming the fifth Saint's Child?"

"That's right. I heard he didn't give the Young God King any face time and time again. He even tried to steal Luo Xianzi from the Young God King."

"No wonder the Young God King challenged Ling Xian. Hehe, this is going to be a good show. Tell me, do you think Ling Xian dares to accept?"

"If it was me, I would reject. After all, face is not as important as my life."

Everyone chimed in and waited for the show.

"Sorry, I don't have time to fight you."

Ling Xian glared at the Young God King. The ancestor of the Ji Clan was about to be born. He had to get there as soon as possible.

"Are you afraid?" The Young God King's expression was calm. Like an immortal emperor, he peered down at the world.

"You can think whatever you want." Ling Xian was too lazy to explain. He said softly, "Make way."

"That depends on whether or not you have the right."

The Young God King peered down at Ling Xian, "I will suppress my cultivation to the advanced stage of the Unworldly Realm. I will also seal my soul and physique. I will only use my Qi to fight against you."

Hearing this, Ling Xian squinted his eyes and coldness surged.

The Young God King's words were the same as putting him on a fire. If he rejects, then he will lose all his face.

After all, not only will the Young God King suppress his cultivation, but he will also seal his spiritual and physical powers. If Ling Xian rejects, then he would be a coward.

"What do you think?"

"I will suppress my cultivation and seal my spiritual powers. Do you still not dare to fight against me?"

The Young God King smiled. Everyone could see the sarcasm in his smile.

"Since you've put it this way, if I reject, then I won't have the face to stay in the school."

Ling Xian's gaze was deep, "I sure want to see just how powerful the legendary Body of Life is."

"You will see."

The Young Divine King said with a smile, "An hour later, you and I will fight to the death."

"I don't have an opinion on life and death, but why do we have to wait for an hour?"

Ling Xian frowned, "Let's begin now. I have no time to waste on you."

"Not now."

Young Divine King looked at the horizon and said, "I want to suppress you in front of Fairy Luo and everyone in the academy."

Hearing that, many people frowned, especially Ji Huang, who was even angrier.

The Young God King's intention was very clear. He wanted the entire academy to know about his battle with Ling Xian. Then, in front of everyone, he would defeat Ling Xian.

This way, Ling Xian would lose even more face.

"You're really narrow-minded."

Ling Xian spoke softly, "If you can suppress me, then you can make me lose all my face. But, are you sure you can?"

"Defeating you is as easy as flipping my palm." The Young God King's expression was arrogant. He didn't think anything of Ling Xian.

Nobody thought Ling Xian could win either.

The Young God King was far too powerful. Even the Dragon God couldn't stop him for long. How could Ling Xian be his opponent?

"Treasure your last moments of glory. After half an hour, your life will be shrouded in a layer of shadow."

"The shadow I will give you."

The Young God King stood with his hands behind his back. His new demeanor lit up the universe.

"I will wait and see." Ling Xian spoke softly, feeling far too lazy to argue with the Young God King.

He closed his eyes and calmly waited.

At this, everyone began to spread the news. Within a short period of time, the news of the battle between the Young God King and Ling Xian had spread across the entire Chaos Academy.

Therefore, more and more people arrived. There were inner house disciples and deacons.

Even the Dragon God and Night were here.

Though Ling Xian wasn't a saint and he wasn't of the ninth level, he was a widely recognized Heaven's Favorite. In terms of foundation, he doesn't pale next to any saint.

The Young God King didn't even need to be mentioned. He defeated the Dragon God in a short period of time and was recognized by many as the strongest saint.

The battle between the two of them naturally attracted everyone's attention.

"Be careful. His territory is very strong." The Dragon God landed next to Ling Xian, "I have lost. I hope you can win."

"I will be careful and I will try my best." Ling Xian smiled and looked at Night.

He was wearing coarse hemp clothes and had an ordinary temperament. No one would associate him with the Chaos College's Saint if they saw him.

However, to Ling Xian, this person was very mysterious and was not weaker than the Young God King.

"It's about time. The scene you wanted is about there. It's time to begin."

Ling Xian glared at the Young God King. His white robe fluttered in the wind, making him look like an immortal.

"The most important person hasn't arrived yet."

The Young God King's gaze was deep, "Defeating you before her is my goal."

"Is there a point?"

Ling Xian shook his head and chuckled, "Even if you defeat me before Luo Xin Jie, will she like you?"

"Xin Jie isn't such a shallow woman."

"I simply want her to see how weak the man she has chosen is."

The Young God King's gaze was cold, "You are too weak. You don't deserve Xin Jie."

"Even if you defeat me, you cannot change her mind." Ling Xian grinned and purposely provoked the Young God King.

Luo Xin Jie was like a cloud of fog. They've known each other for so many years and yet he cannot see through her.

Perhaps to everyone, Luo Xin Jie likes him. But he didn't think so.

"Ling Xian, you are seeking death."

The Young God King's expression turned cold. His killer's intent shot through the cloud like a tsunami.

He has pursued Luo Xin Jie for many years but never received even a smile from her. Yet Luo Xin Jie was treating Ling Xian so gently. Why wouldn't he be angry?

"You cannot kill me." Ling Xian erased his smile and shifted his gaze to the south. Everyone else did the same.

All because Luo Xin Jie had appeared.

Her robe was white like snow and she was extremely beautiful. Like a fairy from the moon, she was cold, arrogant, and unattainable.

This made most of the male cultivators fall in love with her and they didn't even try to hide their admiration.

The Young God King was the same.

He marched towards Luo Xin Jie with a mesmerizing smile on his face that dazzled many female cultivators.

At the same time, Luo Xin Jie's footsteps were light as well. To everyone, she was walking towards the Young God King.

The Young God King thought so too.

Therefore, his smile was even brighter and his footsteps were even lighter.

But in the next second, his smile froze on his face.

Because Luo Xin Jie brushed past his shoulder and didn't even look at him.

This froze the Young God King's smile. His legs felt like they were filled with lead and he found it hard to move forward.

What made his heart even colder was that Luo Xin Jie walked towards Ling Xian and revealed a smile that could make all living beings fall for her.

Everyone's expression turned sluggish. Especially after hearing what Luo Xin Jie said, their jaws dropped.

"What, you didn't even tell me you were back."

Luo Xin Jie glared at Ling Xian. Then, she extended her hand and helped him tidy up his slightly messy collar.

That kind of appearance that was as gentle as water caused everyone's mind to tremble violently, and their eyeballs almost popped out.

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