Chapter 142

In the moment of Liu Qingyu's astonishment, Zhao Jing finally felt that something was wrong.

A scorching heat attacked from behind his head, like a fierce fire licking the back of his neck, carrying the aura of death.

He turned his head violently, and what came into view was Jiang Ye's fist.

On the fist peak, crimson-gold true qi swirled and churned, condensing into a lifelike fierce tiger phantom, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, pouncing toward him fiercely.

"You dare?!"

At this moment, the deep eyes in Zhao Jing's gaze seemed to lose their color, full of unbelievable rage.

He couldn't imagine that an Embracing the Pill Realm martial artist would dare to sneak attack him...

What a rampant act this is!!!

How bold...

In Thick Earth Peak, a single word from him, Zhao Jing, would make the elders silent as cicadas in winter.

In the entire Tianqing Sect, he is also a person standing at the top.

But this Jiang Ye, who has joined the sect for less than two months, this existence who is like an ant in his eyes, actually dared to take action against him!

However, there was no time for him to think more; that withered fist was too fast, and he could only subconsciously circulate the true qi in his body.

The next instant.

Jiang Ye's tiger-form fist slammed fiercely onto Zhao Jing's head.

Bang—!!!

A muffled sound, like a hammer hitting a cowhide drum, shook the medicinal herbs in the herb garden until they trembled.

Zhao Jing's whole body was blasted away by a huge force, his feet leaving the ground, his body flipping in the air, and then he fell heavily to the ground, rolling several times, kicking up a burst of dust.

Seeing this scene.

Chen Lili and Lu Ming, who were hiding in the distance, opened their mouths in a daze, both of them showing unbelievable, trance-like expressions at the same time.

Oh my god!

What did they see!

Elder Jiang actually dared to kill Zhao Jing of Thick Earth Peak...

That is the Liu Fengzhu of Thick Earth Peak!

That is a powerhouse of the Divine Qi Realm!

Not some cat or dog on the side of the road!

"I... I'm not dreaming, am I..."

Lu Ming reached out and rubbed his eyes with a trembling hand, his chubby little face full of trance.

He even suspected whether he was under too much pressure and was seeing things.

Starting from this afternoon, first Elder Jiang burned Zhang Kui into charcoal with one palm.

Now he blasted Zhao Jing away with one punch...

The impact experienced today was more than the past ten years combined.

Chen Lili on the side swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said with a trembling voice: "You're not dreaming... Elder Jiang is a god..."

She looked at that withered figure, her eyes full of reverence.

Hearing this, Lu Ming woke up from a dream.

At this very moment, they finally understood why Jiang Ye dared to kill Zhang Kui.

Elder Jiang even dares to kill the Liu Fengzhu of Thick Earth Peak, what is Zhang Kui?

"You say, Zhao Jing won't... be dead, right..."

Lu Ming swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his voice trembling.

"Hard... hard to say..."

Chen Lili also swallowed a mouthful of saliva, her eyes staring fixedly at the direction Zhao Jing rolled.

They are also Transformation of Force martial artists, so they clearly saw how ruthless Elder Jiang's punch just now was.

That tiger-form fist condensed by crimson-gold true qi, even from so far away, they could feel the terrifying power.

Luo Song, who was slightly distracted by Liu Qingyu's appearance, couldn't help but laugh loudly at this moment, the laughter echoing in the night sky, full of hearty pleasure:

"Hahahaha, you kid!!!"

"You are really too much to my liking!!!"

He looked at Jiang Ye with burning eyes, the look more eager than seeing his own son.

The more he looked, the more satisfied he was, the more he looked, the more joyful he was.

"Little Jiang! After I die!"

"The position of Liu Fengzhu of Tianyang Peak will be handed over to you!"

Luo Song was full of joy, his voice loud.

Jiang Ye was slightly startled, a flash of astonishment crossing his aged eyes.

The next instant.

"Boom—!!!"

A majestic and thick true qi erupted, like a mountain flood breaking a dam, blowing away all the smoke and dust, gravel splashing, dust filling the sky.

Zhao Jing's figure came into everyone's view again.

At this moment, Zhao Jing's head was slightly sunken, blood dripping, sliding down his cheeks, staining half of his face red, looking both ridiculous and bloody; where was there any of the prestige of a Liu Fengzhu from before?

On that cold, hard face, there was now full of ferocity and rage, like an injured beast, the killing intent in his eyes almost condensing into substance.

Only he himself knew how dangerous that moment was.

If he had been a moment later and hadn't been able to gather his protective true qi on his head in time, his head would definitely have been blasted apart like a watermelon.

It was precisely because of this that his hatred for Jiang Ye increased even more.

That hatred was like a fierce fire, churning in his chest, burning him until he almost lost his mind.

"I must kill you today!!!"

Zhao Jing stared fixedly at Jiang Ye, a trace of bloodshot even appearing in those deep eyes, red as a ghost.

He roared, his voice like thunder, shaking the Tiankui grass in the herb garden until it trembled.

The moment the words fell, the divine qi in his body surged out without reservation, earth-yellow true qi churning around his body, like a volcano about to erupt, ready to explode at any moment.

"Don't make me laugh." Luo Song laughed loudly with a cold expression, the laughter full of contempt and provocation, "I guarantee, before you succeed, I will roast you into a dried corpse!"

The moment the words fell, a fire aura surged in his body like rioting magma, scorching true qi condensed in his palm, burning the surrounding air until it slightly distorted.

His eyes were full of violence, clearly not just talking.

For a time, the herb garden was tense, the two true qis collided, and a suffocating pressure permeated the air.

Chen Lili and Lu Ming hid in the distance, their faces pale, not even daring to breathe loudly.

They were only Transformation of Force martial artists; under the pressure of these two true qis, they were like fallen leaves in a gale, ready to be torn apart at any moment.

Just at this moment.

"Enough! Stop messing around!"

Accompanied by a pleasant light shout, a cold water aura suddenly erupted from Liu Qingyu's body, the water aura pouring down like a heavy rain, enveloping Zhao Jing and Luo Song.

That water aura was cold and bone-piercing, and wherever it passed, the scorching heat in the air was dispelled by a few points.

Immediately after, the water aura actually instantly condensed into the appearance of illusory water snakes, one by one winding around Zhao Jing and Luo Song, faintly binding the two.

Although the water snakes were illusory, they carried an irresistible, flexible force, forcefully suppressing the tense momentum of the two.

"Liu Fengzhu Liu! You want to intervene and stop me?!"

Zhao Jing's expression changed suddenly, and he let out a stern shout, his eyes full of annoyance and unwillingness.

Liu Qingyu shook her head slightly, no ripples on that beautiful face, her voice soft, yet carrying an unquestionable majesty:

"I am not trying to stop you, but to maintain the stability within the sect!"

"You two are both Peak Masters, fighting here, what does it look like?"

"If it spreads out, wouldn't it make outsiders laugh at our Tianqing Sect for endless infighting?"

She paused, her gaze turning to Luo Song, her tone even softer, as if discussing with an old friend:

"If there is any real grudge, go to Juding Peak and let the Sect Master decide."

"I say this, you have no objection, Old Luo? Or are you going to take action against me?"

Her voice was soft, yet carried a trace of vague threat.

Luo Song's bark-like face was instantly piled with smiles, where was there any of the violence from just now, chuckling:

"Little Yu, how would I dare to take action against you, I listen to everything you say!"

Seeing this scene, a flash of strange color crossed Jiang Ye's eyes.

No, why is this old man such a pure sycophant.

Clearly, he was mighty and domineering just now, with the posture of wanting to roast Zhao Jing into a dried corpse, but as soon as he saw Liu Qingyu, he became like this...

This contrast is too big.

Jiang Ye shook his head secretly in his heart.

Sure enough, no matter how old you are, once you become a sycophant, you're done for.

A dignified Liu Fengzhu, in front of Liu Qingyu, is no different from a young boy.

Liu Qingyu nodded slightly, a trace of satisfied smile appearing on that beautiful face.

Her gaze turned to Zhao Jing, her voice still soft, yet carrying a trace of undeniable certainty: "Hmm, then let's go to Juding Peak. Liu Fengzhu Zhao, what do you say!"

Hearing this, Zhao Jing could only look at Jiang Ye and Luo Song with an unwilling expression, his eyes full of anger.

Liu Qingyu had already stepped forward; if he continued to make trouble, the loss would outweigh the gain.

"Fine, go to Juding Peak." Zhao Jing gritted his teeth, squeezing these words out from between his teeth, his voice deep, like muffled thunder.

His gaze stared fixedly at Jiang Ye, as if wanting to carve that aged face into his bones.