Chapter 1090
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From the side, sensing the dire situation, Long Lingyan instantly appeared in front of Long Lingxiu.
Long Lingyan had fused two elemental forces within her:
The power of thunder.
The power of wind.
Her speed was extraordinary. As she materialized before Long Lingxiu, her hands formed into fists, radiating with the might of thunder. She unleashed a powerful blow, aiming directly at the last of the triangular spirit thunder seals.
“Sis!”
Long Lingxiu was horrified, shouting, “Get out of the way! Get out of the way!”
But Long Lingyan’s expression was resolute. She cried out, “Run!”
Boom……
In that very instant, the tenth triangular spirit thunder seal surged towards Long Lingyan. Her fists, which had charged forward, were instantly shattered into powder, and half of her body was reduced to minced flesh by the impact of the seal.
Thud……
Half of her body collapsed to the ground. Long Lingyan’s mouth opened and closed, one eye fixed intently on Long Lingxiu. Long Lingxiu understood—his sister was urging him to escape.
At that moment, Qian Yong, along with several others from the Long Qian Sect, rushed over immediately.
“Lingxiu, take Zhenyi and get out of here now!” Qian Yong’s arms were still dripping with blood. Looking at Long Lingyan, whose breath was fading, his eyes turned bloodshot as he said, “You’re no match for this opponent.”
If you have the green hills, you need not worry about firewood!
If they didn’t run now, death was certain.
Ye Wushuang took a step forward, and the Tianyan Sword reappeared in his hand. His face was cold and indifferent.
“Run? Where do you think you’re running to?”
With a flick of his hand and a step forward, he charged forward. The several Long Qian Sect disciples, who were at the fourth, fifth, and sixth levels of the Myriad Methods realm, were only able to block for a few breaths before they met their end, pierced through by Ye Wushuang’s sword.
Against a top-tier genius like Long Lingxiu, relying solely on the Great Void Thunder Palm and the Netherworld Thunder Sword Technique was insufficient. However, against these disciples of the Long Qian Sect, the Netherworld Thunder Sword Technique was more than enough.
Ye Wushuang never held back when facing enemies.
Qian Yong roared in fury and charged at Ye Wushuang.
Pffft!!!
The Tianyan Sword pierced through Qian Yong’s chest in an instant. The sword swung upward, and Qian Yong was cut in half from the chest down. His body collapsed limply to the ground, blood bubbling up from his mouth.
When dealing with these self-righteous, self-proclaimed superior geniuses, the approach was simple: trample over their corpses and keep moving forward. Their so-called pride and arrogance meant nothing in the face of Ye Wushuang.
At this moment, Qian Zhenyi’s body trembled, and she stared at Ye Wushuang, who was less than ten feet away, her face pale as death.
This guy is a monster.
Long Lingxiu looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, his hands clenched tightly, nine bloodstains appearing on his body, his face pale and terrifying.
Escape?
There was no escape!
But to think that Long Lingxiu would resign himself to fate was absolutely impossible!
Crack!!!
Long Lingxiu grabbed Qian Zhenyi’s neck beside him.
“Ugh…”
Qian Zhenyi let out a painful, muffled sound: “Long Lingxiu, what… are you… doing?”
Long Lingxiu said coldly, “It’s all because of you, Qian Zhenyi. Don’t you think you should do something?”
“I know you have a spiritual essence within you. Once it grows, you will surely become a person of the Reversion Realm, or even the Void Realm.”
“But now, neither of us can escape. Your spiritual essence will be of use to me!”
With these words, Long Lingxiu snapped Qian Zhenyi’s neck. Immediately, faint glows of spiritual energy from her body surged into Long Lingxiu’s body.
Long Lingxiu’s face took on a rosy hue, and the wounds on his body healed rapidly.
“What is spiritual essence?” Xie Yushan was astonished.
Qin Muyu and Li Wenqing had never heard of it either.
Xie Xinxin’s eyes widened in shock as she slowly explained: “Just as the earth has spiritual veins, some martial artists, blessed by nature, will also develop veins within their bodies. Some veins are a manifestation of a martial artist’s talent, called spiritual veins. But some veins contain a powerful spiritual essence!”
“This spiritual essence, hidden within a martial artist’s body, is called spiritual essence. When a martial artist reaches a certain realm, it will be fully unleashed, with earth-shattering power.”
“But…”
Xie Xinxin didn’t finish her sentence.
A terrifying force erupted from Long Lingxiu’s body.
Thump, thump, thump!!!
It was like the sound of heavy bells ringing.
Long Lingxiu’s entire body was filled with surging power. At this moment, Long Lingxiu, originally at the seventh level of the Myriad Methods realm, displayed the momentum of the ninth level.
“Ye Wushuang, I will kill you, I will kill you!”
Qian Yong and Long Lingyan had both been killed, and Long Lingxiu was now utterly furious.
Seeing Long Lingxiu in such a state, Ye Wushuang said indifferently, “The spiritual essence belongs to whoever it is born within. You can’t withstand the backlash of forcibly seizing it!”
Long Lingxiu sneered, “Backlash? I’ll kill you before it comes!”
“On the road to the underworld, you’ll keep me company, and I won’t be alone!”
With these words, nine more thunderous dragons coalesced around Long Lingxiu’s body. But this time, the nine thunderous dragons were each ten zhang long and as thick as a man’s waist.
