Chapter 237 - 115: I’m Not Even Afraid of My Mom, Why Would I Be Afraid of You?

Chapter 237: Chapter 115: I’m Not Even Afraid of My Mom, Why Would I Be Afraid of You?

’Celestial Essence Imperial Seal?’

’Celestial Essence...’

’Wait, the reward for that wish from Auntie was called the Celestial Essence Shattering Celestial Jade, wasn’t it?’

’So "Celestial Essence" was the name of the previous dynasty?’

’This Ying Rui kid is strange, too. If I’m not mistaken, he was likely brought here by King Qin.’

’Qin Land...’

’A surname of Ying.’

’Putting those two pieces of information together... it feels pretty ridiculous.’

’This kid isn’t exactly evil.’

’But he’s just too damn arrogant.’

’It’d be a crime not to beat him up.’

CLANG!

The Bronze Bell rang.

Zhao Ci immediately charged forward, spear in hand.

Ying Rui jumped in surprise. He hadn’t expected Zhao Ci to be so completely lacking in martial honor. He hastily retreated while chanting:

"Great Yu’s Flourishing Era, lend me your official might—Swift!"

His speed instantly increased by a whole level, once again widening the distance between him and Zhao Ci.

Subsequently.

"Power!"

"Defend!"

"Suppress!"

Facing someone like Zhao Ci who had no regard for martial honor, Ying Rui didn’t dare to be careless. He pushed his speed, power, and defense to their absolute limits.

At the same time, he cast a restrictive seal on Zhao Ci.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. ’Once that seal hits, it’s like being trapped in a mire. An expert of the same level would basically be...’

"Huh? It missed?"

He froze for a moment as Zhao Ci’s figure grew larger and larger in his field of vision.

The over-three-hundred-pound long spear was aimed straight for his throat.

He dodged in a panic.

But the long spear suddenly changed direction, its shaft sweeping out horizontally.

The move was so wide and powerful, it was utterly unavoidable.

He could only raise his sword to block.

"Tch!"

From the spectator stands, Zhao Yong scoffed. He didn’t know how Zhao Ci had dodged the "Suppress" seal.

’But how dare he clash head-on while Ying Rui is empowered by the "Power" incantation?’

’Even with a First-Grade Flesh Soul and a three-hundred-pound long spear, it’s impossible!’

However.

VROOOM!

The metallic roar made everyone’s eardrums ache.

Ying Rui actually spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward.

Zhao Yong: "Huh?"

"Whoa!"

Xiang Zeren shot to her feet, her beautiful eyes filled with shock. "Tyrant’s Tomb Sweeping?"

"What?"

Cries of shock and disbelief rose one after another.

They were all intimately familiar with this legendary Battle Array Divine Technique of the Xiang Family. They had noticed the resemblance in Zhao Ci’s attack, but no one thought it was the real thing.

After all, in all the long years of the Xiang Family, the number of people who could execute this move below the Physical Body Realm could be counted on one hand.

The physical toll it took was simply appalling.

And it was exceptionally difficult to cultivate.

But to their astonishment, Zhao Ci had just used it.

’What kind of monster is he?’

If that was the case.

Then it made sense that Zhao Ci had managed to knock Ying Rui back.

Because Tyrant’s Tomb Sweeping was the ultimate expression of power!

It involved channeling the body’s full potential, twisting every ounce of strength into the long spear. Combined with the weapon’s own three-hundred-plus-pound weight, the force generated would have reached a terrifying level.

THUD!

Ying Rui hit the ground hard. He struggled to his feet, but the hands he’d used to block with his sword were trembling uncontrollably.

He stared at Zhao Ci in horror.

’What... what just happened?’

But now was not the time for shock.

The physical impact had been so great that the effects of his incantations had been completely dispelled.

He hurriedly began to chant, "Great Yu’s official fortune, lend me your official... Mmmph! Mmmph!"

A hand had clamped firmly over his mouth.

Then, the large, pincer-like hand squeezed hard.

CRACK!

His jaw was dislocated.

Ying Rui’s eyes shot wide open. He looked at Zhao Ci in terror, seeing a demonic, savage grin on the man’s face.

He scrambled backward, hastily forming a Hand Seal. "Abba abba abba..."

Zhao Ci: "Hm?"

Ying Rui: "..."

Seeing Zhao Ci take another step forward, he nearly went mad with panic. He gripped his Long Sword and bolted.

As he ran, he tried to fix his jaw.

But he found that his jaw seemed to be sealed by Imperial Extreme True Qi, making it impossible to reset.

He panicked, rapidly forming a Hand Seal. "Abba abba abba..."

Zhao Ci: "..."

Everyone: "..."