The Untamed ( Wei Wuxian and Lan Zhan )
Chapter 115: Memories
There were so many versions to the
rumors, but he had never thought that there was the marvelous detail of LianFang-Zun kicking ChiFeng-Zun!
With great force, Meng Yao stamped on Nie MingJue's chest, "How dare you act in such a way before Sect Leader Wen's eyes!"
As he spoke, he stabbed downward with his sword. Nie MingJue slapped Meng Yao's sword with his palm, causing it to shatter into pieces. Meng Yao had also fallen from the attack. Just as Nie MingJue prepared to strike the crown of Meng Yao's head, he felt his body get dragged toward another direction by an unusual force.
This direction was that of Wen RuoHan's seat. With great speed, Nie MingJue's body dragged a thirty-feet streak of blood along the jet stone tiles. The streak was still growing in length.
Nie MingJue reached for one of the kneeling Wen Sect disciples and threw him toward the jade seat. With a burst, crimson blood exploded in the air as if a watermelon had flown into pieces and the pulp had splattered all over the ground. Wen RuoHan had cracked the disciple's head with an airborne strike. However, this had still saved time for Nie MingJue. Anger had allowed a sudden surge in his strength. With a leap, he formed a hand seal, and Baxia flew to him at once.
Meng Yao shouted, "Sect Leader, watch out!"
A voice laughed madly, "Let it be!"
It was a youthful voice. Wei WuXian wasn't the least surprised. Wen RuoHan's level of cultivation was extremely high, so of course his corporal body was also perfectly maintained in its prime. As soon as Nie MingJue's hand gripped Baxia's hilt, he slashed it forward. The dozens of Wen Sect's cultivators who came to encircle him were cut in half!
Countless deformed corpses lay in
disorder on the coal-colored tiles.
Suddenly, Wei WuXian felt his a shiver
down his spine.
Within the blink of an eye, a figure had
appeared behind him. Nie MingJue slashed across fiercely, his spiritual power smashing some of the ground into fragments, yet he hit nothing. His chest, however, felt as though it had received a strong blow. He crashed into one of the golden pillars in the palace, coughing up warm blood. Blood had also trickled down his forehead, continuing to blur his sight. Sensing that someone was approaching, he waved his arm for another attack. This time, a fist had slammed into the center of his chest. His entire body sunk a few degrees into the tiled ground!
Wei WuXian's senses were connected with Nie MingJue's. As he was beaten up, he was secretly shocked.
Wen RuoHan's abilities really were
overwhelmingly formidable!
Wei WuXian had never dueled Nie MingJue directly, so he didn't know who'd win or lose. However, from his observations, Nie MingJue's level of cultivation could be ranked top three out of all the people whom he had seen. Yet, in spite of this, he was still absolutely defenseless in front of Wen RuoHan! And, even if he himself were here, he wouldn't dare say that the injuries he received would be any less than Nie MingJue's... Wen RuoHan stepped onto Nie MingJue's chest. Wei WuXian's sight was beginning to darken. The taste of blood kept on travelling up his throat.
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