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Looking at Ling Jue's large lightning sword that was gradually taking shape, Ling Yun's eyes couldn't help but become serious.

It had to be said that a young expert like Ling Jue, who had been famous for a long time, did indeed have some true ability.

"Your sword might be strong, but it's still too weak to defeat me."

Ling Jue was angered to the point that his face turned ashen when he heard Ling Yun's words. He shouted in a low voice, "You're about to die yet you're still spouting nonsense. Wait a moment, I'll let you know the disparity between us."

Ling Jue's gaze hardened as the gigantic lightning sword in his hand slashed down. It was as though a mountain of swords had collapsed, creating a crazy storm that caused the air to explode one after another, emitting explosive booms.

"This sword attack is so powerful."

"Ling Jue is indeed a powerhouse close to the peak of the eighth level of the Mortal Origin Stage. This ultimate move is simply too unassailable, can Ling Yun withstand it?"

"Patriarch, Ling Yun is in danger, should we save him?" In the audience, there were a few Ling Family elders who could no longer maintain their composure. They were afraid that Ling Yun, this heaven's pride level talent, would be harmed by Ling Jue.

"That's right, Patriarch. Ling Yun is a rare genius that our Ling Family has seen once in a hundred years. If by any chance he were to fall a little bit worse, it would be too late for us to regret it."

Ling Xingye's expression was solemn as he closely observed the situation.

He was also very anxious, but he did not interfere.

"Wait a little longer, before Ling Yun defeats Yu Wenzhou, I think that he should have some tricks up his sleeves. Also, as flowers that grow up in greenhouses, they will not be able to withstand the wind and rain, so we need to have some confidence in Ling Yun."

"..."

Under the nervous gazes of the crowd, Ling Jue's sword was like a heavenly tribulation as it arrived above Ling Yun's head. The enormous pressure squeezed the air and swept in all directions, causing the spectators around to fall backwards as they retreated with pale faces.

Facing this sword.

Lingyun took a deep breath and activated the [Holy Thunder Crossing Disaster Technique]. The elemental energy in his body boiled, pouring out without reservation.

Above his arm, blood vitality and true essence resonated. He pushed his strength to the limit.

As Ling Yun's fist was thrown out, a gigantic red dragon shadow suddenly whizzed out from his arm.

The third movement of the Raging Dragon Fist, Flying Dragon in the Sky!

A resounding dragon's roar seemed to ring through the field.

The scarlet dragon image and Ling Jue's Life Extinguishing Thunder Sword clashed with a loud bang. A blazing storm suddenly exploded in the air like the blooming of fireworks. That kind of light was so piercing that it was difficult to even open one's eyes.

"Who will win?"

"It should be Ling Jue. After all, his cultivation is so high …" "But maybe, Lingyun is a dark horse that cannot be guessed with common sense …"

"These two are too strong. Who won?"

Everyone raised their heads and looked at the commotion caused by the two of them.

Soon, the storm gradually subsided.

A wretched figure shot out from the storm.

"Who lost?"

Everyone's heart tightened as they quickly cast their gazes over.

"It's Ling Jue!"

"Damn, it's actually Ling Jue who lost."

"Ling Yun really won, incredible!"

"What a monster, fighting against the strong with the weak again and again, yet winning again and again, I've never lost …"

"Ling Yun has done it again!"

"Genius!" "Genius!"

Below, the Ling Family clansmen let out a tsunami of cheers and sent glory to the victors.

In the audience, Ling Xingye and the other higher ups of the Ling Family could not help but let out a sigh of relief. They were truly afraid that Ling Yun would be injured by Ling Jue's tyrannical attack.

On the stage, Ling Yun walked over.

"You lost."

Ling Yun condescendingly looked at Ling Jue, who was lying at his feet.

At this moment, Ling Jue no longer had the arrogant appearance of that noble young master from before. Instead, he was bleeding from his mouth and nose, his chest caved in, and he seemed to be on the verge of death.

"I... "I lost …"

Ling Jue's eyes were hollow, as if his soul had been sucked out of his body.

This mental collapse was even more severe than the pain in his body.

He had been completely defeated by Ling Yun.

"If someone respects me by a foot, I will respect them by ten feet. However, if someone bullies me by a foot, I will pay them back in double."

Ling Yun turned around and left, but his voice still resounded clearly in Ling Jue's ears: You shouldn't have provoked me, and attacked my family. Today, you're asking for it.

"Ling …" Ling Yun wins! "

At the side of the battle stage, the judge had yet to fully recover his senses, and upon seeing Ling Yun step down, he immediately announced the result.

Hearing the referee's announcement, the audience once again burst into cheers.

Lingyun left the training grounds under a gaze full of reverence and adoration.

"..."

In a luxurious courtyard of the Ling Family.

Ling Kun's face was gloomy as he stood next to the candle flame. The flickering lights made his face look even more sinister.

Behind Ling Kun, a tall and sturdy middle-aged man was sitting in a chair, exuding an air of superiority, as well as a tyrannical aura that surpassed the Mortal Origin Stage.

This middle-aged man was Ling Kun's father, the Great Elder of the Ling Family, Ling Ba.

"Father, Ling Yun cannot stay! "If I let him continue to advance with such high praise, the better his performance will be, the more importance the family will attach to him. At that time, he will definitely threaten my position in the Ling Family, and I definitely cannot allow this to happen."

Even though Ling Kun was not very old, his voice revealed a fierceness that did not match his age.

Ling Ba held onto the chair with both hands and said: "Ling Yun … "We definitely cannot let him go. So what if he has superior talent? If he doesn't benefit us, then that's a disaster. We must get rid of him. Let this matter be left to father."

"Jin, come in."

Outside the door, an old servant dressed in a black robe walked in with a bow.

Ling Ba took out a tattered ancient jade and said: "Find an opportunity to make Ling Yun disappear …"

"..."

In Ling Yun's courtyard.

Lingyun held his spear and stood still, his entire body was filled with a sharp aura.

"Shua!"

An invisible wind swept up the fallen leaves, forming a whirlpool around his body.

"Heh, Half-Moon Formless Slash!"

Lingyun brandished the Feather Wing Spear. Immediately, the small courtyard began to rumble with wind and thunder, as if the sound of thunder could be heard unceasingly.

A dazzling half-arc brilliance was emitted from the spear's body. It swept out like a crescent moon before finally disappearing into the air.

"..."

"Ling Tian's training in the spear arts has improved a lot, and he will soon be able to completely master the first move. If there is an opportunity, then this day will come even earlier."

Ling Yun knew that haste makes waste, so he temporarily stopped his practice of the Ling Tian Spear Technique and took out the Scarlet Thunder Crystal.

"The Scarlet Thunder Crystal is different from the Heavenly Thunder Fruit. It is more suitable to be used as a refining material. If I were to refine it directly, it would be a pity. I might as well go to Heavenly Pavilion and ask senior."