Chapter 837: Lightning Spear! Annihilating a Ninth-Rank!

Crackle, crackle—

The residual black lightning flickered and leapt across the ground.

Where Tian Jian had originally stood, there was nothing left but a layer of dregs and a single spatial ring.

Whoosh—

A light breeze blew past, the dregs rose on the wind, and the last trace of Tian Jian vanished from this world.

"The Holy Son... is dead?!"

Tianming Sect's Divine Emissary Qiaona Sen's pupils shrank abruptly to pinpoints, and he stood rooted to the spot in a daze.

Tian Jian was a disciple of the Sect Leader Tianming, and Tianming was the seventh supreme powerhouse aside from the six great titans of Blue Star!

As his student, Tian Jian was naturally incomparably outstanding.

Only twenty-eight years old, yet already a seventh-rank upper-tier ability user, and he even possessed an Enhancement-type SS-rank ability!

Tian Jian had once fought an A-rank eighth-rank peak Grandmaster, and the result had been a one-sided crushing!

This was enough to demonstrate Tian Jian's terrifying strength.

Of course, Xu Jingming was equally formidable — a seventh-rank upper-tier at twenty.

And he possessed the Lightning-type SS-rank ability, the most offensive of all elemental abilities!

Regarding this battle between Tian Jian and Xu Jingming, he had imagined Tian Jian winning, and he had also imagined Tian Jian losing.

But he had never imagined that Tian Jian would be slain by Xu Jingming's Lei Ting in a single exchange!

Not even a corpse was left — he was directly obliterated into dregs......

Just like Qiaona Sen, the powerful experts of every nation found Tian Jian's death utterly inconceivable.

They had witnessed Tian Jian's strength firsthand — he had crushed the eighth-rank upper-tier Tiweiya outright!

Tian Jian's true combat power was absolutely enough to match an A-rank eighth-rank peak Grandmaster.

Yet such a powerful expert had been obliterated by a single bolt of Xu Jingming's lightning.

So the question arose — just how strong was Xu Jingming now?

One had to know,

Xu Jingming was still in his normal form right now, and had not activated any enhancement amplification.

"What is Daxia's Xu Jingming doing?! Isn't this just provoking the ninth-rank Martial Saints of Tianming Sect?

Now it's all over, we're all going to die!"

At this moment, a discordant voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.

It was a Heizhou native, speaking in the Heizhou language.

But which of the Grandmasters present was not fluent in multiple languages?

Many people's expressions changed drastically at once, the same thought occurring to them.

Xu Jingming was indeed formidable, but there was still another ninth-rank present!

And judging from Qiaona Sen's attitude toward Tian Jian, Tian Jian's position within Tianming Sect was absolutely extremely important.

With Tian Jian dead, the wrath of the ninth-rank Wu Sheng would surely spill over onto them.

"How dare you?! How dare you?!"

A roar like one from hell rang out. Qiaona Sen stared fixedly at Xu Jingming, already fallen into boundless madness.

Boom—

The aura of a ninth-rank Wu Sheng erupted at full force, and everyone present simultaneously felt a great mountain pressing down upon them!

The weaker seventh-rank Masters were pressed flat to the ground, their entire bodies trembling uncontrollably.

The eighth-rank Grandmasters fared slightly better, able to keep their bodies upright, but their frames still trembled unconsciously.

This was the instinctive fear of life itself — a natural reaction of the body.

Of course, except for Xu Jingming.

At this moment, he looked at Qiaona Sen not far away, his gaze cold and calm.

Admittedly, Tian Jian was indeed very strong.

Before his ability had been upgraded, he might even have been drawn into a bitter struggle.

But his ability had already transformed, and an SS-rank Tian Jian posed him no threat whatsoever.

His enemy had already entered another tier — ninth-rank.

"Teacher Ling, please head over there first," Xu Jingming said.

"Be careful," Hearing Ling Shuang said softly, then walked to the other side.

"Xu Jingming, I want you dead!!"

A roar that seemed capable of shattering the very air rang out, and Qiaona Sen, whose aura had reached its peak, stamped his foot.

Gripping his warblade, he shot toward Xu Jingming like a bolt of lightning!

Boom—

Wherever his figure passed, even the ground could not bear the pressure, and a deep furrow was plowed into the earth.

He did not employ any battle technique.

Because a ninth-rank Wu Sheng's dominance over lower-ranked ability users was an utterly crushing one!

A single slash was all it would take to cut Xu Jingming down!

"It's over! Xu Jingming will be killed in an instant!"

The Grandmasters watched the scene with solemn expressions.

It was not that they cared about Xu Jingming, but because once Xu Jingming died, their turn would come next.

However, there were also ability users like Zhou Yu and Wang Zhan who had personally experienced Xu Jingming's might.

Amidst their worry, their gazes faintly carried a hint of anticipation.

They hoped Xu Jingming would, like when he first entered the secret realm, create another miracle for them!

Amidst the myriad watching eyes, Xu Jingming moved.

Crackling—

Violent black lightning erupted suddenly, and his body swelled to over three meters tall!

At the same time, a presence erupted, equal to Jonathan's!

Instantly, Xu Jingming, wielding his spear like a iron tower, staggered.

Black lightning flashed, and he vanished from his spot, leaving only an afterimage.

Clang—

The next instant, a deafening clash of weapons rang out.

Jonathan, who had just surged forward like lightning, was flung backward even faster, crashing to the ground with a thunderous impact, denting the earth into a deep pit.

This sudden scene caused everyone, moments ago with solemn expressions, to widen their eyes in shock.

Jonathan… was knocked flying?

"Impossible! How can you be this strong?"

In the deep pit, Jonathan's twisted face was now covered in horror.

Xu Jingming said nothing.

Surrounded by swirling black lightning, he took one step forward.

Black light flashed, and he charged toward Jonathan again at a terrifying speed exceeding twice the speed of sound.

"It can't be this strong! I just haven't used my battle technique..."

As if to spur himself on, Jonathan's voice rang out once more.

Yet before he finished speaking, Xu Jingming's spear, like lightning, struck repeatedly!

Boom—

The Master-level spear technique reached its peak at this moment!

Combined with the boundless power of the SSS-grade Chaotic Divine Thunder, it continuously eroded the blood aura shield protecting Jonathan.

Even though Jonathan activated his battle technique, he was still crushed under Xu Jingming's spear.

"Impossible! You can't be this strong!"

Jonathan, now mentally shattered, kept repeating those words over and over.

He failed to notice that the blood aura shield protecting him had thinned to near nothingness!

"Ninth-rank Wu Sheng? Not much to speak of."

As a cold, chilling young voice sounded beside Jonathan's ear.

The next instant,

he saw Xu Jingming's spear suddenly wreathed in black lightning, as if a night sky full of stars appeared before his eyes.

An intense deathly peril enveloped him.

He'll die! If he takes this spear strike, he will die!

Every cell in his body screamed a warning; his ninth-rank Wu Sheng blood aura surged to its utmost limit.

Yet he remained frozen, utterly unable to dodge.

Lightning Star Spear!

SSS-grade Lightning-type spear battle technique!

When Xu Jingming unleashed this move, not only Jonathan but every other adept nearby saw a night sky full of stars!

BOOM!!

The spear thrust forward, and the entire night sky exploded—black lightning burst forth like a raging dragon, swallowing Jonathan whole.

The razor-sharp spear tip obliterated his head entirely, utterly shattering his life force.

'Ding. Eliminated one Eighth-Rank Peak Fate Divine Envoy. Energy Points +100,000.'

The system notification echoed in his mind, causing Xu Jingming, who had been preparing to strike again, to pause in surprise.

Aren't ninth-rank Martial Saints supposed to recover even after losing their heads? Why was he killed so easily?

PS: Sorry sorry, I was busy during National Day; didn't update last night.

There should be another chapter tonight. Happy National Day everyone~~