One Strike Shakes and Repels

Wang Yutang felt a warm current flow through her meridians, and the pain instantly lessened significantly.

She looked up at the face so close to hers.

His features were still as cold and picturesque as a painting, but at this moment, there seemed to be a trace of concern in those deep eyes?

"Miss Wang, are you alright?"

Wang Yutang froze for a moment, and then the smile on her face bloomed even brighter.

"I'm fine."

She shook her head, her voice still a bit weak, but her spirit was obviously much better.

"Jingyu, did you successfully break through?"

Lin Jingyu nodded.

"Yes. I also must thank Miss Wang for standing guard for me."

Hearing this, Wang Yutang pouted somewhat inappropriately.

That action, paired with her pale face, looked a bit comical, yet somewhat cute.

"Then I am one step further away from you again."

She muttered softly, a hint of grievance in her voice.

"Eighth level of the Half-Immortal realm... I don't even know if I'll ever be able to catch up."

Lin Jingyu was slightly taken aback.

Looking at the face before him that was clearly pale and weak, yet still trying hard to put on an aggrieved expression, for some reason, a certain string that had always been tightly wound in the bottom of his heart relaxed slightly.

Then, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a very faint, almost imperceptible smile.

That smile was very shallow, so shallow that if one didn't look carefully, it couldn't be seen at all.

But Wang Yutang saw it.

"It doesn't matter."

The voice was still faint, but it carried a trace of gentleness that had never been there before.

"At worst, I'll protect you."

This was the first time in his life he had spoken such almost ambiguous words. Not only was Wang Yutang suddenly stunned, her face full of astonishment.

Even Lin Jingyu himself was slightly dazed, a bit surprised that he had blurted it out.

"Clap. Clap. Clap."

Applause suddenly rang out.

From above to below.

Lin Jingyu instantly put away all his expressions, his eyes suddenly becoming as sharp as a sword.

A figure slowly floated down from above.

Wearing a red kasaya and a golden monk's robe, with kind eyebrows and benevolent eyes, and a smile on his lips.

It was exactly Monk Du'e.

He seemed not to have seen Lin Jingyu's sharp, murderous gaze, but just floated down on his own, stopping about ten zhang away from Lin Jingyu, putting his hands together, and bowing from afar.

"Amitabha... Congratulations to the benefactor for obtaining the inheritance. This is the will of heaven, excellent, excellent."

Lin Jingyu looked at the smiling face in front of him, there was not the slightest fluctuation in his eyes, only cold scrutiny.

He understood these Buddhist people of the Western Continent too well.

On the surface, they are compassionate and always talk about saving all living beings, but behind their backs, they scheme more ruthlessly than anyone else.

Especially these monks from the Great Wheel Bright Temple. Each one seems to ignore worldly affairs, but in reality, wherever there is some profit in the Western Continent, their shadows are indispensable.

The Monk Du'e in front of him was an outstanding figure among them.

Hiding a knife in a smile, with the mouth of a Buddha and the heart of a snake.

Lin Jingyu couldn't be bothered to deal with his flashy nonsense.

He raised his right foot, and then...

Stomped down fiercely!

"Boom!!!"

A cyan sword qi centered on him, like ripples on the water, frantically spreading outwards.

That sword qi was not aimed at any single person, but swept the entire field in all directions indiscriminately.

The smile on Monk Du'e's face instantly froze.

His hands rapidly formed seals, and a golden Buddhist light instantly condensed into a light shield in front of him, firmly protecting him.

"Bang!!!"

The sword qi collided with the Buddhist light, making a dull, loud noise.

Monk Du'e's body shook violently, and his whole person was shaken out more than ten zhang before he barely steadied his figure.

From the corner of his mouth, a trickle of blood slowly flowed down.

But on his face, he still tried hard to maintain that signature smile.

Although at this moment, that smile looked a bit forced no matter how you looked at it.

And that cyan sword qi did not stop there.

It continued to spread outwards, sweeping across the entire valley.

Those cultivators who originally hid in the dark, thinking they could retreat unscathed, instantly changed their expressions.

"Not good!"

"Run!"

"Ah!!!"

Screams rose one after another!

Wherever it passed, whether it was the Tribulation Transcendence Realm or the Mahayana Realm, without exception, all were shaken so hard they spurted blood and flew backwards.

Some with weaker cultivation even fainted directly.

Even Lei Zhentian was not spared.

His pupils shrank, thunder exploded in his hands, and he desperately circulated his protective thunder astral aura to forcefully resist that sword qi.

"Boom!!!"

The lightning collided with the sword qi, erupting in an earth-shattering roar.

Lei Zhentian let out a muffled groan, retreating several steps in a row, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

His face was ashen, staring fixedly at the cyan-clad figure in the valley, his eyes full of anger and wariness, but he ultimately did not lash out.

He just snorted coldly and stood with a flick of his sleeves.

Lin Jingyu didn't look at them.

After finishing all this, he withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Wang Yutang.

Her injuries, nourished by his origin sword breath, were already mostly healed.

Although she was still a bit weak, her movement was no longer hindered.

"Let's go,"

Lin Jingyu said faintly.

Then, he raised his hand, and a cyan sword light enveloped Wang Yutang.

In the next instant, the two turned into a heaven-shaking rainbow, soaring into the sky, and instantly disappeared into the vast horizon.

......

In the valley, it was a mess.

Monk Du'e stood in place, the smile on his face finally slowly fading.

He raised his hand, gently wiped away the bloodstain at the corner of his mouth, and looked in the direction Lin Jingyu disappeared. A touch of viciousness flashed through his eyes.

Lei Zhentian floated down from the sky.

He slowly circled the valley, his divine sense sweeping over every corner, wanting to see if there were any missed treasures.

In the inheritance ground of an ancient sword dao mighty figure, there might still be some good things left behind.

However, after a lap, there was nothing.

He withdrew his gaze somewhat disappointedly, and then looked at Monk Du'e not far away.

At this moment, Monk Du'e had already put on that signature smile again, as if nothing had happened just now.

Lei Zhentian sneered and also put on a smile, only that smile was full of mockery.

"Monk, that hit just now wasn't light, was it?"

He had seen it clearly just now. Monk Du'e was closest to Lin Jingyu and bore the strongest impact of the sword qi.

On the surface, nothing could be seen, but the internal injuries were probably not light.

Monk Du'e put his hands together, the smile on his face remaining.

"Amitabha. Benefactor Lin is young and vigorous, acting on momentary impulse. This poor monk can understand."

His voice was still gentle, as if he really didn't care at all.

"Moreover, what this poor monk said just now was entirely true, congratulations to the benefactor for obtaining the inheritance, this is the will of heaven.

This poor monk is happy for him, so what does it matter to suffer a little injury?"

The corner of Lei Zhentian's mouth twitched.

He originally wanted to see this monk looking deflated, but the other party completely ignored the provocation and conveniently elevated himself to the height of compassion.

Forget it, bickering with this bald donkey is asking for a snub.

He snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, turned around, turned into a streak of lightning, and also left.

Monk Du'e stood in place, watching Lei Zhentian leave, the smile on his face remaining unchanged.

It wasn't until that lightning completely disappeared from sight that he slowly turned around and looked in the direction Lin Jingyu left.

That smile still hung on his face, but deep in his eyes, something was slowly surging.