Chapter 109

He still wanted to act arrogant and kill him, then take the Young Master away from this place.

He was completely stunned.

"Young Master, run..." the last old servant let out a roar as he died.

Both were at the eighth level of the Dragon Transformation realm; they were truly very powerful experts.

They hadn't equipped the young man in white with an old servant at the ninth level of Dragon Transformation because those at the ninth level were preparing to break through to the Immortal Ascension realm, and once they did, they would be half-step Great Experts.

Experts at that level were too precious, so they hadn't arranged for one.

They were also confident that no one would dare to bully the young man in white and kill him.

Two old servants at the eighth level of Dragon Transformation were enough.

Now, they were wiped out in a single exchange.

It wasn't that someone was bullying the weak; it was someone killing them while crossing realms.

"You killed them... You deserve to die." The young man in white snorted coldly in anger; with his pride and arrogance, he naturally wouldn't flee.

"Relying on external objects, I overestimated you."

"I have them too." An ancient stele appeared beside the young man, its Dao killing intent roaring and shifting, evolving into a Dao diagram.

"I was just looking for you, and you delivered yourself to me." Jiang Nan said.

"My magic treasure, hand it over." Jiang Nan erupted with ultimate power; having killed the two old servants, his fighting spirit grew even higher.

He took a step and charged toward the young man.

In an instant, he struck hundreds of times, forcing the young man to retreat continuously and causing the Dao diagram to screech incessantly.

Then, it was suppressed by Jiang Nan in his hand.

"You are courting death." The young man glared, only now reacting.

Jiang Nan was treating his magic treasure as his own.

And he was treating him as prey?

Only he could treat others as prey.

The young man snorted in anger, wanting to retrieve the ancient stele, but this time he found it somewhat difficult to do so.

During their sparring at the restaurant last time, Jiang Nan had already analyzed and deeply understood it.

He had done so just for the next time he caught him alone, to suppress him.

He had many good things; as he had said before, he would kill him.

This time, even as the ancient stele evolved more Dao-mark killing intent, Jiang Nan's Yin power, ultimate Yin killing intent, and Great Killing Art suppressed it completely.

There was also a lot of killing intent backlash, but Jiang Nan's Eight-Nine Profound Art grew even stronger.

He was immune to ordinary killing intent.

With a few steps, he suppressed it entirely.

The young man was completely enraged, going mad, his body covered in ten thousand rays of holy light, his abilities soaring infinitely.

Jiang Nan charged forward, and in the process of taking steps, he shattered countless areas.

Countless fragments and filth shrouded the young man's side.

"Ah ah..." The young man faltered, his eyes turning red, and his divine abilities fell into chaos.

"It actually worked." Even Jiang Nan was somewhat surprised; he had just been testing it.

At most, he was annoyed that this guy was still acting arrogant, keeping his white clothes spotless and his hair perfectly groomed even at a time like this.

Since he liked cleanliness, he would just cover him in filth and step on his head.

The result was that he only dirtied his clothes, yet he wanted to throw a tantrum.

"With this kind of awareness and practical experience, calling you trash is an insult to trash." Jiang Nan said.

Fine, he would mock him some more.

The young man became even more hysterical, his face twisted and hideous, his killing intent infinitely chaotic.

He looked fiercer, but in reality, he was full of openings.

Jiang Nan kicked his shoulder to pieces in mid-air, then thrust his spear toward his brow.

Whoosh! Just then, a tremor came from the brow of the young man in white, Xiao Yu, and the void twisted into a vortex.

With such killing intent from Jiang Nan, which had wiped out eighth-level Dragon Transformation experts, at this very moment, it could not pierce through.

A strange ripple appeared in the void, and from it stepped a figure—an old man revealed his form.

Domineering and cold.

"Who killed my descendant? Die!"

The might of a Saint made the heavens and earth tremble; a casual strike was enough to destroy everything.

The figure was extremely overbearing; he didn't look to see who it was, didn't ask for the reason, and moved directly to kill.

The white-clad youth Xiao Yu, even in his madness, was stunned; clearly, he had not expected this turn of events.

This was his final trump card, one he hadn't even known he possessed.

"Ancestor..." Xiao Yu felt reverence, and for the first time, he put away his arrogant expression.

A golden hand struck out with overwhelming force, causing the void to collapse and shattering the heavens and earth.

Jiang Nan’s shadow instantly dissipated.

Never mind Jiang Nan, the Great Experts and Half-Step Great Experts who were still locked in fierce battle in the distance were now filled with terror; they abandoned their opponents at once, each unleashing their own divine abilities and trump cards, seeing who could run the fastest.

If they ran too slowly, even a Great Expert was like an ant, liable to be wiped out instantly.

What had dissipated for Jiang Nan was merely a phantom.

When the Saint-weapon spear’s ultimate killing intent failed to pierce through, he realized something was wrong.

Utilizing the extreme speed of the Secret of the Word 'Travel', he retreated instantly.

Even so, it was not quite fast enough.

This old fellow was too savage, obliterating everything, treating everyone as ants.

He didn't look twice or ask a single question.

That golden palm, with a casual strike, destroyed everything and sealed off the heavens and earth.

It was primarily locked onto him, suppressing his space; the others were merely collateral.

To him, they were all ants; he didn't care in the slightest how many were killed by the aftermath of his strike.

Jiang Nan felt as if he had been locked onto by the Great Dao, even somewhat similar to the Heavenly Tribulation from before.

The attack had been launched, and it seemed running anywhere was useless.

Jiang Nan’s eyes flashed with brilliance; ahead, the Secret of the Word 'Travel' created extreme afterimages.

Behind, everything was being pulverized—an apocalyptic scene.

He was like duckweed beneath a raging storm.

Even so, Jiang Nan did not feel the slightest panic.

His Fiery Golden Eyes flickered, and in an instant, he reversed direction, dashing toward the formation of the Human-Shaped Divine Medicine.

He crashed down, kicking up clouds of dust and smoke; the dark vortex surged, all his divine abilities and techniques unleashed, overturning the Five Elements and reversing Yin and Yang.

Then, the golden hand arrived.

Indiscriminate chaos, cracks in the void, black holes shrieking, mushroom clouds billowing...

Everything shattered, everything was destroyed.

Jiang Jiang Luoshen’s world.

Jiang Jiang Luoshen was leisurely bathing in a hot spring, dangling her long legs, sipping red wine on the side, feeling very comfortable.

Suddenly, she froze, looked to the side, and then her pretty face turned bright red, her whole body flushing pink.

"Young Master... you, what are you doing?" Jiang Jiang Luoshen said with a shy, coquettish pout.

He didn't even give a warning; what would she do next time she went to the bathroom?

Goddesses don't go to the bathroom, and if they do, they can't let you find out.

"You, what's wrong with you? Are you hurt?" Jiang Jiang Luoshen’s expression changed, and she became nervous.

She wanted to get out, but she had nothing on.

However, she didn't care about that anymore, hurriedly jumping out and running toward Jiang Nan.

"..." Jiang Nan, why is it always like this?

Uh, well, last time it was because of the Fiery Golden Eyes.