Supreme of the Heavenly Realm
Chapter 551 - 546: A Single Finger

Chapter 551: Chapter 546: A Single Finger

"Move again, and you’ll no longer have your pretty face." Seeing Wu Qianqian apparently still trying to counterattack, Lin Wan tightened her grip on the treasured sword in her hand, and it would only take a small step to slice through Wu Qianqian’s face.

Hearing this, Wu Qianqian dared not move again; she saw the strands of cold light in Lin Wan’s eyes and feared that any sudden move might indeed leave a mark on her face.

Even though a Martial Venerate Expert’s recovery ability was very strong, if Lin Wan truly intended to make her move, even if such a skin wound would not be a big deal, it might still leave a scar.

Her beauty would undoubtedly be greatly diminished. She did not dare to take that risk.

"The swordsmanship you just used is not from our sect, is it?" Wu Qianqian looked unwilling, as the swordsmanship Lin Wan used to deal with her was clearly not Martial Arts from Dragon Sword Island. This person had learned a set of swordsmanship from who knows where, and it was even more exquisite than Long Jianxing’s.

"What does it matter what swordsmanship I used, Wu Qianqian? You lost, and now you must let me deal with you as I please." Lin Wan’s expression was cold. During those three silent years, Wu Qianqian had almost never stopped humiliating her, and their grudges had accumulated quite deeply.

"Junior Sister Lin, one should spare others when one can. We’re all fellow disciples; why should we ruthlessly fight each other?"

It was at this moment that Du Cang, who had been watching the battle, walked over with a smile.

"Is that so? I wonder if Brother Du would say the same if I were the one defeated?"

Lin Wan’s eyes flashed with a hint of chill. When she had been bullied in the past, why had no one remembered the so-called fellowship of sect mates?

"Of course, I would. Now, Junior Sister Lin, please put down your sword. Qianqian needs to be bandaged." Du Cang still wore a smiling face, but it was obvious that in his eyes, only Wu Qianqian existed.

Fellowship among sect mates was nothing but hypocrisy.

"Get lost."

Just as Du Cang had barely taken two steps, a shout suddenly erupted from Lin Wan’s mouth.

Following the spread of these words, the smile on Du Cang’s face froze abruptly, then quickly turned gloomy.

"Junior Sister Lin, do you intend to eschew the wine of respect only to be forced to drink the wine of penalty?"

Du Cang’s gaze turned icy. "Don’t think that just because you beat Wu Qianqian, you can do whatever you want on Dragon Sword Island. You dare to ignore my words; it seems you need a lesson."

With that, he flicked his wrist violently, then charged towards Lin Wan like a bolt of lightning.

As he approached with a sneer on his face, a figure suddenly appeared as if out of nowhere in front of him, and with a palm strike, sent him flying.

Du Cang slid back more than a dozen steps before he managed to stop himself, then he looked forward in shock. The one who had intervened was Ye Xuan.

"This is not a battle you should intervene in."

Ye Xuan said indifferently.

"Damn you! Who are you to lecture me?"

Du Cang was furious. On Dragon Sword Island, no one had dared to point fingers at him. Immediately, he leaped forward, his presence erupting like a ferocious tiger pouncing toward Ye Xuan.

"This kid dares to provoke Brother Du; he is courting death."

A Dragon Sword Island disciple, previously injured by Ye Xuan’s soul power, sneered.

Du Cang’s strength was unmatched among the Dragon Sword Island disciples. This fellow, who had previously lain in bed like a useless person, half-dead, now dared to challenge Du Cang directly. If that wasn’t seeking death, what was?

"Tiger-Dragon Roar!"

Du Cang didn’t completely underestimate Ye Xuan. Midway through his attack, he fiercely threw his punch, causing the earth to quake and the mountains to tremble, as if a fierce tiger and a Flood Dragon were wreaking havoc, emitting a vast and powerful wave of strength.

The ferocious Qi Force coalesced in mid-air, forming the shape of a hybrid beast, half-dragon, half-tiger, and swept towards Ye Xuan aggressively.

Facing such an onslaught, Ye Xuan simply stood still, not moving an inch. Only through his pupils could be seen the rapidly enlarging Half-dragon Fist Force.

It wasn’t until the Fist Force was upon him that Ye Xuan finally lifted his finger, leisurely pointing towards the oncoming Half-dragon Fist Force.

"He actually thinks he can stop Brother Du’s Tiger-Dragon Roar with a single finger? It looks like this kid wants to be crippled yet again."

Several disciples of Dragon Sword Island were all too happy to witness potential disaster.

When Du Cang saw this scene, he was initially stunned, but then he sneered coldly. This idiot really thought he could stop him with a single finger.

If he didn’t make Ye Xuan kneel and beg for mercy this time, he would no longer carry the surname Du.

However, just then, Ye Xuan made his move. He shifted his position, and his fingertip collided with the Half-dragon Half-tiger Fist Force with a pounding impact.

Puchi!

To the astonishment of the onlookers, Ye Xuan’s finger pierced right through the Fist Force and directly touched Du Cang’s chest.

This touch seemed light, yet when it landed on Du Cang’s chest, the latter was struck as if by lightning, hurtling backward like a cannonball.

"How is it possible? He defeated Brother Du Cang with a single finger?" The many disciples of Dragon Sword Island were startled, their eyes filled with disbelief. With Du Cang’s strength, how could this guy defeat him with just one finger?

Who was this kid? And just how high had his strength reached?

"This kid was a cripple before, wasn’t he? How did he become so powerful so quickly?"

Disciples from Dragon Sword Island who had seen Ye Xuan in the dilapidated hut were even more flabbergasted. Before, Ye Xuan had been lying in bed, half-dead, paralyzed with serious injuries. How could he have bounced back to such vitality so swiftly?

Moreover, Ye Xuan’s previous condition had been so severe that it was almost impossible for him to continue Cultivation. And now, even Du Cang was no match for him.

"What level of strength does he really possess..."

Even Lin Wan herself was taken aback. It was the first time she had seen Ye Xuan make a move. Although she was aware of Ye Xuan’s unfathomable strength, he had sustained such severe injuries, she didn’t expect that even at seventy percent recovery, he would still easily defeat a high-level expert like Du Cang.

Ye Xuan’s strength was truly unimaginable.

Du Cang had been defeated in an instant, and suddenly, the square became dead silent, with no one daring to step forward and challenge.

And all eyes turned to the center of the square, on Wu Qianqian and Lin Wan.

"Wu Qianqian, I have no grudges against you, yet you have targeted me at every turn. Now, what do you have to say?"

Lin Wan’s gaze returned to Wu Qianqian, her cool voice carrying through the air.

"It’s just that I lost because I relied on the help of an outsider. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have lost. But since I did lose, I will honor the bet," Wu Qianqian still sounded somewhat unwilling to concede.

"No need."

Unexpectedly, Lin Wan then lowered the treasured sword in her hand, and a gleam flashed in her eyes, "No matter how beautiful you look on the outside, Wu Qianqian, it can’t hide your petty nature. I won’t bother with you, because the gap between us will only widen from here on."

Sheathing her treasured sword, Lin Wan walked away without looking back.