Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The Nine Clouds Divine Lightning Formula couldnât just be used to promote his Lightning Coreâs power, it still had knowledge related to using lightning power.
This was a true Holy Skill, and it was a Holy Pulse possessorâs strongest weapon.
In the past, Jiang Chen depended just on his sword to fight over supremacy, and overlooked this matter. It continued on until he felt oppressed by a Celestial Venerable now.
He realized that sometimes oneâs martial techniques level, which surpassed oneâs true realm greatly, could become a chasm, which one could never cross.
It was at this moment could a Holy Skill be put to good use.
Fifth Lightning Heaven Will Palm was one of the Holy Skillâs powerful offensive moves, and the Nine Clouds Divine Lightning Formula still had many techniques related to how one could use divine lightning.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Jiang Chen had a look at all techniques in it, which could increase his defensive or offensive power, and the teleportation technique, which he used a moment ago, was one of them.
âCome to die!â After Mu Qitian gained back his balance, he shouted angrily. He was the person, which he couldnât most accept such an outcome.
He couldnât care any longer about the seventh move agreement His sword emitted a noise as loud as wind and thunder, and a special âpowerâ started being condensed in this region.
âHe used his true power.â After the Celestial Venerables in the city witnessed such a sight, they managed to get over most of the shock brought to them by Young Master Feng.
âThis idiot!â Fang Wentian couldnât help but curse him.
He was now just in the fifth move, and if Mu Qitian really managed to defeat Jiang Chen, he would lose all money bet by him.
However, an infuriated person wouldnât consider these many matters.
Mu Qitian already found it quite disgraceful when he agreed to delay it until the seventh move, and he planned before to use his absolute power to play with Young Master Feng, and delay it until then.
But from beginning to end, Young Master Fengâs performance was too surprising.
âSevered Heavenly Sword, a Sword Severs Heaven!â When he used his ultimate technique, he streaked in the sky along with his sword, and he left behind him a long stream of air.
âThis a Celestial Venerableâs true power!â Everyoneâs heart shuddered. Young Master Feng previous performance didnât amount to anything in front of such a mighty sword strike.
In the twinkling of an eye, the sword reached Young Master Feng, and it seemed like its tip was about to penetrate him.
Bang!
Jiang Chen didnât evade or dodge it. Instead, he extended out his hand, and held the sword.
Blood didnât seep from his hand, and a noise similar to the noise emitted by the friction of metal echoed between him and the sword.
âCan your protective dipper energy achieve this matter?â Jiang Chen, who disregarded the swordâs power completely, raised his head, and his eyes, which resembled a wild beastâs eyes, looked fixedly at Mu Qitian.
When his words echoed, it seemed like the lightning flickering on his body gave rose to gust, and starting from his feet to his head, his lightning almost turned into a light barrier.
âFlickering Thunder Armor!â
After he used this Holy Skill, it seemed like Jiang Chen was wearing an indestructible divine armor.
He exerted his power on his arms, and Mu Qitianâs sword started spinning, and it was also the case for Mu Qitianâs right hand, which was holding the sword.
Jiang Chen started thrusting his fists at Mu Qitian before the latterâs frightened gaze. His punches were all directed at his head.
Even though the protective dipper energy was still protecting him, but such an intense impact brought great pain to him.
âWhoâs a Celestial Venerable among them?â
âItâs my first time witnessing such a ferocious alchemist.â
âWe have all looked down upon him.â
Treasure Cityâs people gasped in amazement, and it was especially the case for people, who envied how powerful was a Holy Skill.
A Holly Skill was above all martial techniques, and it was something, which only geniuses could learn, and all efforts couldnât make up for a lack of innate talent.
After Mu Qitian took several dozen punches, he finally let go of his grip on the sword, and it was only then did he manage to break free.
âWhy itâs like this? You are just a Spiritual Venerable!â
Mu Qitian didnât believe that a Spiritual Venerable could be this powerful, and he shouted at Treasure City, âIs he using external power? Why arenât you all obstructing them?â
None replied them, and some people, who found him too pitiful, didnât even dare to meet his gaze.
âBig brother!â
Mu Qiyun flew to the sky quickly, and shouted, âHe has Holy Pulses, and he possesses a Holy Skill.â
He didnât, in fact, really know what did this mean, and he just heard the Great Venerables mentioning it.
Mu Qitianâs expression changed drastically when he heard his little brother.
When he turned his head back, and looked at Jiang Chen, he felt a breeze blowing at him, as Jiang Chen appeared less than half a meter from him.
âHow quick...â
When Mu Qitian just had such a thought, he was sent flying by a punch.
Lightning flickered on Jiang Chenâs body at this moment, and he quickly flew toward his opponent, and thrust another punch at him.
Such two consecutive attacks to Mu Qitian chest almost bent his body by a ninety degree.
He couldnât care about pain now because he already detected cracks appearing on his protective dipper energy barrier.
âSword, Come here!â He shouted at the top of his throat, as he wanted to attack again, and continue fighting.
His sword, which was falling down, immediately started flying toward him after it got his call.
Mu Qitian extended out his hand, and was just about to receive it, but a crisp echoed, as Jiang Chen forestalled him, struck the sword with his fist, and sent it flying away.
âYou are already in such a state, yet you still want to call your sword over?â
Mu Qitian was left speechless. His sword, which was sent flying, had lightning flickering on it, and it wouldnât detect his summoning anymore.
âTrifling Spiritual Venerable, you are just a trifling Spiritual Venerable...â
Mu Qitian wasnât willing to admit defeat, and he pulled apart the distance between them. He said, âYou canât break through even my defense.â
âYou are really impossibly stupid.â Jiang Chen shook his head, raised his hand, and said, âLetâs see how thick is your tortoiseshell.â
Mu Qitian, who mocked Jiang Chen a while ago and called him a tortoiseshell, felt humiliated by those words, but he still couldnât keep his calm like Jiang Chen, and it was especially the case since he felt a great sense of crisis.
His intuition was informing that Jiang Chenâs next attack would be more powerful than all previous ones.
âFifth Lightning Heaven Will Palm!â
This technique could be called the Holy Skillâs ultimate technique, and was the first one practiced by him. Even after he learned other techniques of the Holy Skill, this palm strike was still his strongest move.
It was especially the case after the previous day crazy cultivation.
The might, which his Lightning Core erupted with on this day, was already at Heavenly Lightningâs level, and not Angry Lightning.
This wasnât because his Lightning Core already became this powerful, and it was just because he used the Lightning Swordâs special power along with the Holy Skill.
Since this was its inherent power, it couldnât be reproduced again, but it still couldnât be considered external power.
When he used this move, all lightning power on Jiang Chenâs body disappeared, but Mu Qitian still couldnât rejoice, as it was wholly condensed in Jiang Chenâs palm.
When Jiang Chen thrust his palm, it erupted out with a powerful and vigorous might, yet it was still not slow like how such a type of palm techniques should be, and it was quicker than any swords.
Mu Qitian could only look on helplessly, as the palm struck his chest. His protective big dipper energy barrier was shattered, and a deep dent was left on his chest, while he spouted a large mouthful of blood.
If they counted the number of moves strictly, this one could be considered just the seventh move. The battle outcome, and the survivor, was determined in the seventh move like what Feng Wentian hoped.
However, Feng Wentian placed a bet on the wrong person.
âI... I, no, it shouldnât be like this,â Mu Qitian said.
âYou donât need to be this resentful and unwilling, I will shortly send down Fang Wentian to accompany you,â Jiang Chen said coldly.
He didnât speak in a low voice, thus, all people in Treasure City, who observed this fight, clearly heard him, and it was also the case for Fang Wentian.
The crowd didnât know why he mentioned Fang Wentianâs now, and it was just Fang Wentian alone, who understood why he mentioned him.
âWentian, do you want me to attack him to relieve you from future troubles?â The Great Venerable spoke in a low voice.