Chapter 283: The Power of Nangong Yu

In the Desolate Realm.

"Interesting, to actually have someone specifically lying in wait for Wang at the Square."

Recalling that Liu Changqing from just a moment ago, a figure of a youth with delicate, feminine features flashed through Wang Jianqiang's mind.

Today's events might be related to that person.

With a hint of contemplation, he swept his Spirit Sense toward the Jade Pendant in his hand.

Immediately following, a map appeared within his mind.

After silently examining it for a while.

He flew into the air and headed in the direction guided by the map on the Jade Pendant.

"Young Master Ji, the Desolate Beasts in this area have been hunted by us almost to completion."

In a dense forest.

Five figures looked toward a handsome youth in front.

"Mm, we have also been in the Desolate Realm for a year now."

"This trip can be considered quite fruitful; it is time to return to Desolate City to rest and reorganize."

The youth nodded.

Then he turned to look at the six disheveled people not far away, his brows furrowing.

"Is Young Master Ji thinking about that Wang Jianqiang?"

Among the five people beside the handsome youth, one noticed the handsome youth's expression and spoke up.

The handsome youth nodded, "Before leaving Desolate City, I specifically entrusted Daoist Friend Liu to keep an eye on Wang Jianqiang and gave him the map pointing to this place."

"But..."

"Until now, that Wang Jianqiang has not appeared..."

Hearing the handsome youth's words, the five people beside him all sneered.

"That Wang Jianqiang must have known Young Master Ji was looking for him and was scared into hiding."

"Heh, and I thought he had some great ability; he is nothing but a spineless coward."

"Since this Wang Jianqiang is so timid, it seems Young Master Ji will have to find another way to deal with him."

Hearing the words of the crowd, the handsome youth nodded.

Looking at the six disheveled people, a flash of killing intent crossed his face, "I originally thought that with you as bait, that Wang Jianqiang would take the hook voluntarily."

"It seems I, Ji, overestimated his, Wang Jianqiang's, character and your status in his heart."

"Since that is the case, you are of no further use to me, Ji."

Hearing Ji Zhangkong's cold tone.

The expressions of Bai Wuqing, Nancheng Kong, and the others changed simultaneously.

"Daoist Friend Ji, wait!"

Ji Zhangkong looked at Nancheng Kong indifferently, "What? Do you have any last words you want to leave behind?"

Nancheng Kong gave a fawning smile, "Daoist Friend Ji, haven't I already said it? We are not friends with Wang Jianqiang, but rather poor people oppressed by that Wang Jianqiang."

"Come to think of it, we have a common enemy, so we should be friends."

After Nancheng Kong's voice fell, Luo Chen, Min Zhangkong, Mu Xiao, and He Yaoguang all revealed expressions of agreement and nodded repeatedly.

"You certainly have a silver tongue."

Ji Zhangkong looked at Nancheng Kong and sneered, "I, Ji, don't care if what you say is true or false, but you are not worthy of being friends with me, Ji."

"Moreover, I, Ji, do not have the habit of leaving behind future troubles."

Nancheng Kong, Luo Chen, Min Zhangkong, Mu Xiao, and He Yaoguang all stiffened at these words.

Bai Wuqing, who had been silent all along, shook his head, his voice transmitting into Nancheng Kong's mind, "I have said it so many times, this Ji Zhangkong will absolutely not let us go."

"Begging for mercy will only make us look even more pathetic."

Nancheng Kong curled his lips.

"What the hell do you know."

After snapping this transmission at Bai Wuqing, he looked at Ji Zhangkong again, his face full of obsequiousness, "Daoist Friend Ji, as long as you can spare my life, I will do anything, even be a slave or a servant."

"Not needed."

"Daoist Friend Ji, let's talk this over properly. I, Nan, know how to serve people; I'm much better than those female cultivators. Wang Jianqiang liked it very much. Would you like to consider it, Daoist Friend?"

As Nancheng Kong spoke, he cast a coquettish glance at Ji Zhangkong.

"You're courting death!"

Ji Zhangkong's face darkened, and he gripped his palm forward in the air.

Nancheng Kong's neck immediately caved in visibly.

It was as if it were being tightly squeezed by a palm.

A strong sense of suffocation caused his face to instantly turn deathly pale, then shift to a bluish-purple.

Just as Nancheng Kong's neck was about to be snapped, a sheet of Golden Light suddenly spread across the sky from the distance, covering everything.

The next moment.

In mid-air.

A slender golden figure flashed out.

Immediately following, a woman's voice rang out.

"You can kill him, but you will die!"

This voice was as calm as water.

It was as crisp and pleasant as a wind chime brushed by a gentle breeze, carrying a trace of feminine fragility, yet containing an unquestionable dominance.

The suddenly appearing figure caused the five people who were with Ji Zhangkong to instantly become vigilant.

As they looked at the woman in the air, their hearts grew heavy, while at the same time, they could not help but have a flash of astonishment cross their faces.

The woman had long golden hair that hung down like a waterfall, reaching her ankles.

Her skin was as white as congealed fat, and her figure was slender.

She was dressed in a gorgeous golden long dress.

Her pair of beautiful eyes were also a pale golden color.

It gave people a sense of extreme magnificence.

"It's her!"

"Nangong Yu!"

Following that, the five people recognized the woman simultaneously.

As one of only two women in the top ten of the Desolate Ranking, and with such a beautiful appearance.

Nangong Yu's reputation within Desolate City was even greater than Ji Zhangkong's.

How could they not recognize her?

While the five recognized Nangong Yu, Ji Zhangkong also recognized her, and he frowned, "Nangong Yu, this is my private matter, why are you interfering?"

Nangong Yu's beautiful pale golden eyes lingered on Nancheng Kong for a moment, then turned toward Ji Zhangkong.

The calm yet domineering voice sounded again, "Release him."

"Nangong Yu, are you ordering me?" Ji Zhangkong narrowed his eyes.

Nangong Yu looked at Ji Zhangkong indifferently, her gaze bright, "You can think so."

Ji Zhangkong's expression turned cold, "You are only fourth on the Desolate Ranking, while I am second on the Desolate Ranking. By what right do you dare speak to me like this?"

"A higher ranking on the Desolate Ranking only means you have killed more Desolate Beasts than I have, not that your strength is greater than mine." Nangong Yu shook her head.

Hearing Nangong Yu's words, Ji Zhangkong laughed in extreme anger, "Nangong Yu, you really are arrogant enough."

"Since that is the case, then let me see exactly where you, the fourth on the Desolate Ranking, are stronger than me."

After speaking, he loosened his palm.

Nancheng Kong fell to the ground in a sorry state, gasping for breath for a long while before recovering.

"Daoist Friend Nan, who is this Nangong Yu?" Just then, Bai Wuqing's voice came.

Nancheng Kong glanced at Bai Wuqing with disdain, "Didn't you say I was a disgrace earlier? If I hadn't stalled for time, you and the others would have likely been slaughtered by that Ji Zhangkong long ago."

Boom~

Just as Nancheng Kong and Bai Wuqing were communicating via voice transmission.

A booming sound came.

The two looked over and discovered that Nangong Yu and Ji Zhangkong had already begun to fight.

Ji Zhangkong released his full Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivation.

His entire body radiated powerful Spiritual Power fluctuations as vast as the sea.

The power he wielded with every gesture was enough to split mountains and sever rivers.

However, facing his fierce attacks, Nangong Yu was always able to easily receive them, her expression indifferent.

After a round of fighting.

Seeing that he could not do anything to Nangong Yu, a sharp look flashed in Ji Zhangkong's eyes.

"You really have some ability, no wonder you dare to be so arrogant."

"Unfortunately, it ends here!"

As soon as his voice fell, a gray, hazy light suddenly erupted from his body.

"Primordial Force!"

He struck out with a palm.

A large hand of Spiritual Power covered in gray fluorescence fell from the sky.

Facing Ji Zhangkong's full-force strike, Nangong Yu's expression remained indifferent.

A dense Golden Light suddenly erupted from her body.

The golden hair tie binding her long hair fell off.

Her long golden hair danced wildly backward without any wind.

She swung her small, fair fist.

Boom!

A domineering power erupted, and the large Spiritual Power hand shrouded in gray fluorescence instantly shattered.

The tyrannical fist force was not neutralized by this.

Like a gale passing through, after sweeping away the large Spiritual Power hand, it charged straight toward Ji Zhangkong.

Ji Zhangkong's expression was startled, and he subconsciously pressed both palms forward.

Primordial Force condensed, transforming into a barrier that blocked in front of him.

The next moment.

The domineering power descended.

The barrier shattered instantly.

Ji Zhangkong spat out a mouthful of blood, and his entire body was sent flying.