Chapter 14: Detaining Spirits and Dispatching Generals, Wang Ai

Fang Dongtian's words just now gave everyone a rough guess.

Lin Xuan might be a natural Outsider.

But the ability before their eyes was a bit too bizarre.

Although there are many strange abilities among natural Outsiders, they simply hadn't discovered a single sign of one here.

It was as if Wang Bing had just tripped by accident.

But no matter how incompetent Wang Bing might be, this flat-ground fall was a bit ridiculous, right?

The bigwigs in the viewing stands looked at each other in dismay.

Down on the open ground where the match was taking place, Wang Bing lay prone on the ground; the sharp pain coming from his face, along with the words of those around him, made his body tremble.

What on earth was going on?

He had definitely been careless just now.

This was Wang Bing's thought.

Wang Bing, supporting himself with his hands, slowly rose, keeping his head low so that no one could see his current expression.

But they could see a small pool of blood on the ground.

Blood was still dripping down now.

The surroundings suddenly went quiet.

Then, Wang Bing suddenly raised his head.

"Sorry everyone, my foot slipped just now, I wasn't paying attention and took a tumble. Let's go again."

Wang Bing squeezed out a hearty smile.

But the next moment, the hall erupted in laughter.

"Hahaha, oh man."

"Young Master Wang, wipe your nosebleed."

"Wang Bing, don't you feel like you're whistling when you talk?"

Amidst the laughter, Wang Bing raised a hand to touch his front teeth, then looked down.

In the bloodstains, two clean, bright front teeth looked very familiar.

Those were his own front teeth.

There was also blood flowing from his nose.

That fall just now had been face-first; his nose was so smashed he couldn't feel it anymore.

Realizing his situation, Wang Bing's body trembled slightly.

But just as everyone thought Wang Bing would leave the field, he suddenly raised a finger and pointed at Lin Xuan.

"Our fight hasn't even started yet; it's only just officially beginning now."

Having lost face, he could only win it back from his opponent.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a burst of black Qi surged from his body, and then a ghostly figure emerged from him.

The less experienced juniors all changed color, their eyes widening.

A ghost?

In the crowd, Feng Xingtong, who had come with Feng Zhenghao, widened his eyes.

This looked like their family's Spirit-Detaining General-Dispatching?

Feng Zhenghao's expression turned serious, and he subconsciously turned his head to glance at Wang Ai.

Wang Ai was not looking at Feng Zhenghao at this moment; he was watching the arena, a smile appearing on his face.

The elderly Guan Shihua's expression was livid.

This was the reason she rarely traveled south.

This kind of ability was an absolute counter to the Immortal-Summoning clan.

Fang Dongtian, who had been chuckling at Wang Bing's misfortune just now, also had a serious expression.

As an old antique, he also roughly knew what this technique was.

Lin Xuan naturally recognized it too.

Watching the ferocious Spirit Body that looked like an evil spirit pouncing toward him, Lin Xuan stood motionless, his eyes fixed squarely on the Spirit Body pouncing before him.

"Wang Bing, stop!"

Lu Linglong slammed the table and stood up, about to rush over.

But she also had some doubts in her heart: why wasn't her senior brother making a move?

The other young people also had their expressions change drastically.

This technique looked very bizarre.

Could it be that Lin Xuan couldn't block it?

Then, the Spirit Body pouncing toward Lin Xuan suddenly stopped, halting right in front of him.

"Get him!"

Wang Bing shouted angrily.

But he did not notice that the black smoke connecting him to the Spirit Body seemed to have changed.

Seeing the Spirit Body not obeying his command, Wang Bing's expression turned gloomy; just as he was about to urge the Spirit-Detaining General-Dispatching to force an attack, his heart suddenly trembled, and the Qi in his whole body became turbulent.

The black smoke, which had already been unstable, suddenly snapped.

The Spirit Body, stopped in front of Lin Xuan, spun around violently, its eyes turning blood-red at some point, resembling two tiny red lanterns.

With a roar, the Spirit Body pounced directly toward Wang Bing.

Backlash!

The scene before them made everyone think of this term.

This posture clearly showed that Wang Bing had forcibly used this method and then lost control of it.

Wang Ai's expression changed; he gripped his cane tightly, struck it against the ground, and lunged forward, landing directly in the arena.

He swung the cane in his hand, carrying dense Qi, and struck toward the Spirit Body that was lunging over.

"The dead have their own path to return; to forcibly obstruct them goes against the Heavenly Dao."

Lin Xuan said softly, raising his arm.

Golden Qi surged out, as if a golden staff had appeared in his hand.

Just as the cane was about to strike the Spirit Body, the golden staff had already arrived.

Clang!

After a muffled sound, Wang Ai withdrew his cane to lean on it, his expression uncertain.

The golden Qi condensed in Lin Xuan's hand also dissipated.

However, as it scattered, it transformed into golden specks of light that enveloped the Spirit Body.

The color of the originally black-gray Spirit Body faded in an instant.

The Spirit Body, whose features were previously unclear, revealed its true appearance.

A woman who looked to be about twenty years old.

However, she seemed to have lost her consciousness; as her body faded, she disappeared before everyone's eyes.

"You are overstepping your bounds."

Wang Ai leaned on his cane and looked at Lin Xuan.

"So what? Is the head of the Wang Family going to make a move on me? Grandpa, someone wants to beat me up."

Lin Xuan was not polite at all, turning his head and shouting out loud.

The onlookers, who had been dazed by the previous events, instantly regained their senses upon hearing Lin Xuan's shout.

"Old Wang, trying to bully the young? Why don't we spar?"

Hearing Lin Xuan's complaint, Fang Dongtian was not polite at all and spoke up directly.

Wang Ai's face darkened.

Who would want to spar with you? Your blood and Qi are declining and you won't live long; what if we really fought to the death?

Wang Ai's expression was gloomy as he glanced at Wang Bing.

The Spirit Body had disconnected uncontrollably, clearly beyond his influence.

Moreover, he looked incredibly disheveled right now.

"Grandfather!"

Wang Bing's voice sounded a bit whistly.

"Come down with me!"

Wang Ai glanced at Lin Xuan, turned around, and walked off the arena.

But just as he reached the edge of the arena, Wang Ai's expression changed; he thrust his cane forward, driving it straight into the stone slab on the ground to steady his center of gravity.

At that moment, his feet had clearly tripped over themselves.

Wang Ai's heart sank; after standing steady, he looked at Lin Xuan, feeling suspicious and uneasy.

The feeling just now really did seem like he had just been careless.

But would he trip over his own feet?

The younger generation didn't notice anything, but those elders saw Wang Ai's movement, and their expressions changed instantly, followed by a strange look.

Even Wang Ai could be hit by this?

Isn't this innate ability a bit outrageous?

In everyone's eyes, no matter how talented Lin Xuan was, he was ultimately young.

Even if his innate ability was powerful, it had affected Wang Ai, one of the Ten Elders.

Wouldn't that mean he could affect them too?

After this interlude, Lin Xuan stood in the arena, but no one went up.

Although Wang Bing's two moves earlier seemed to have been his own fault.

But the moment Lin Xuan made a move and clashed with Wang Ai still shocked many young people.

It looked as if neither side had gained an advantage.

But that was one of the Ten Elders.

Lin Xuan had no desire to be watched by the crowd, so he walked down directly and sat back down beside Lu Linglong.

On the spectator stand, Wang Ai walked back, with Wang Bing following behind him, dejected.

"Old Fang, this little Xuan is truly impressive; that move just now shows a very deep cultivation of life and nature."

Lu Jin suddenly spoke, praising Lin Xuan.

He was naturally referring to the clash with Wang Ai.