Urban Peerless Expert
Chapter 1624 - 1644: Did I lose to you, or did I lose to the Spirit Stone!_1

Chapter 1624: Chapter 1644: Did I lose to you, or did I lose to the Spirit Stone!_1

This sword qi was imposing and boundless, filling up heaven and earth.

Like a meteor chasing the moon, it pursued the retreating Dugu Ying.

Dugu Ying’s face turned deathly pale, he halted mid-air, his eyes blazing with fury.

So, you finally take action!

The golden war hammer returned. Dugu Ying slapped it with his palm, causing the golden radiance to surge violently before rising once again to meet the formidable sword qi.

Dugu Ying’s complexion turned even paler, but he did not care. His gazed remained fixed on the flying golden war hammer, anticipating the earth-shattering collision.

"Boom!"

The war hammer and the flying sword collided harshly. The entire basin shook violently.

Golden light exploded, disarrayed sword qi dispersed all around, creating massive pits in the ground and deep, profound gullies.

Dugu Ying spat out another mouthful of blood, but his will to fight intensified even further.

The golden war hammer’s light flickered again, attempting to rise against the force. However, before it could, a towering edifice had already pressed down from the heavens.

"Boom!"

The golden war hammer was forced to retreat, while Dugu Ying’s face turned ever paler.

As the tower made contact, its gates were thrown wide open, another round metal treasure shot out straight towards Dugu Ying.

Dugu Ying, too, hastily summoned a defensive weapon and sent it crashing towards the sphere.

As they collided, the metallic sphere exploded.

Dugu Ying was sent flying yet again by the explosion.

Before he could recover from the shock, the flying sword, having accumulated enough sword qi, comes swooping down once again.

Gritting his teeth, Dugu Ying once again directed the golden war hammer to meet it head-on.

"Boom!"

This time, the golden war hammer, shot several miles away, crashed heavily into the ground, creating a great crater.

The sword qi dashed down, striking Dugu Ying squarely.

Dugu Ying’s blood was splattered across the sky, his body plummeted towards the ground like a meteor.

The flying sword diverged and flew back, accompanied by the retreating tower. It didn’t seize the opportunity to launch further attacks.

The result is determined!

Fang Wubing’s usually ashen face, turned a shade whiter. The final struggle caused some impact on him.

If he had been an average man, this small impact would not matter, but his body condition was rather poor. So, even such a minor struggle left him somewhat uneasy.

Fang Wubing started coughing.

He took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth, his face as white as jade quickly turned red as he continued coughing.

After coughing for quite a while, Fang Wubing finally regained his composure and tucked away the handkerchief.

On the ground, Dugu Ying, hair disheveled, flew up from the ground. He had a massive wound on his body, blood flowing freely.

His eyes fixed on Fang Wubing in the sky, red as blood, resembling a hungry wolf. He was filled with a deep urge to kill.

Fang Wubing, seemingly oblivious, calmly laughed: "The match is decided. There’s no need for us to continue right?"

Dugu Ying, gritting his teeth till it nearly shattered.

He felt very stifled!

He thought his loss was most unjust!

Did he lose to Fang Wubing?

Clearly, he lost to the spirit stones!

A single high-level Diamond Symbol costs 300,000 Spirit Stones!

A single High-Order Divine Thunder Talisman, One Million Spirit Stones!

An Air Mire Talisman costs at least several ten thousand Spirit Stones!

That powerful exploding metallic sphere treasure, one that even a Golden Immortal may fail to withstand, must cost at least several million spirit stones, maybe even more!

In this fight, Fang Wubing had spent at least twenty million spirit stones, perhaps even more!

And this was only because the fight ended quickly. If not, who knows how many spirit stones would have been wasted!

Is this a war of cultivators?

This is a war of spirit stones!

The audience watching were silent. The disciples of the North Profound Sect felt a loss of face since it was Dugu Ying who was miserably beaten—it was a clear face slapping when people just walked up to your door and did this in front of your family, friends, and peers.

Isn’t it shameful?

The one who lost the most face was undoubtedly Dugu Ying, but he had no way to react. After all, he had lost, hadn’t he?

So what if one uses a talisman, can’t you use one too?

You can use your magical weapons too. Nothing is preventing you!

Despite the inner rage burning Dugu Ying, he had no choice but to swallow down the bitter pill.

"Fang Wubing, I admit I lost this round. But I’ll come back for you!"

Fang Wubing chuckled at Dugu Ying’s veiled threats, seemingly unimpacted. He calmly asked: "Do you have any idea why I went out of my way to challenge you personally?"

Dugu Ying sneered coldly: "Isn’t it because you’re after my position of third on the True Immortal List?"

Fang Wubing smirked, "Of course not. In my opinion, as long as I have enough talismans and magical weapons, I could beat not only the third but even the first rank on the True Immortal List. It doesn’t matter if it’s a True Immortal or a Golden Immortal. Do you really think your third position is anything to be proud of?"

Dugu Ying felt like he had received a resounding slap. His third place ranking, a source of great pride to him, was utterly worthless in the eyes of others!

It was indeed very ironic!

Surrounded by a crowd of ten thousand, Dugu Ying’s heart was filled with misery, yet he had to suppress it.

"If you weren’t after my third place, then why did you come to find me?"

Fang Wubing’s voice turned cold: "As I’ve said before, I just wanted to beat you soundly!"

Dugu Ying’s eyes blazed with killing intent: "Are you seeking death?"

Fang Wubing smirked: "Last August, do you recall what you did at Mount Yue Han? Why not share it with everyone?"