The Prodigies War-Chapter 1515 Dare to Compete with True Saints

An eerie atmosphere of horror filled the area.

Even Lin Xun himself was startled by the fact that Little Silver and Little Sky could really take down a Saint in a flash by working together.

“Little scumbag, do you dare to come out and fight squarely?!” shouted Ding Shanhe in rage with a ferocious expression.

They had lost three Saints in this hunt for Lin Xun, and even Le Mujin was dead. This blow was too heavy!

Next to Ding Shanhe, Ji Qing was also livid.

“Okay!” Lin Xun, to their surprise, had straightforwardly agreed and walked out from the abyss.

This in turn stunned both Ding Shanhe and Ji Qing. They subconsciously thought, There must be some kind of trap again, is there?

“What happened? You guys don’t dare to attack? It’s my turn then!”

Amidst his indifferent voice that echoed with a hint of sarcasm, Lin Xun activated the God Burning Wings and appeared in front of Ding Shanhe in a flash.

Slash!

Wrapped in brilliant and horrifying dao light, the Broken Blade slashed down, causing the sky to crumble and creating a straight crack in the air.

Clang!

Ding Shanhe waved his sleeve, and a silver shuttle flew out and blocked the blow.

In the midst of booming light and haze, Lin Xun stomped back several steps, feeling his qi and blood churning.

His eyes, however, lit up.

“Again!” The Broken Blade once again slashed out without hesitation.

This attack contained the essence of Lin Xun spirit and qi as it interpreted the power of Impermanence. The sharpness was so blinding that heaven and earth lost their colors in its background.

Ding Shanhe also struck out at the same time, his jaw tightly clenched. “Little Scum, what do you have left to fight me now that you’re out of that abyss?”

The two collided like the sun and the moon competing for glory. The land was thrown into turmoil amidst an eruption of horrifying radiance and dao sounds which then swept out in all directions.

However, what sent shivers down Ding Shanhe’s spine was the fact that he failed to dominate Lin Xun like he had imagined.

Instead, Lin Xun had fought him to a standstill!

How can this be?

Ding Shanhe was enraged. The power of Saint dao pulsed around him, making him look as though he had transformed into a deity whose every movement was capable of destroying mountains and turning everything to dust.

What was a Saint?

A Saint was a god in battle and a natural ruler wherever they stood, one who held the power to look down on the world and sweep away an army of ten thousand at once!

In the eyes of the people, a Saint was no different from a god. They stood above all kings at the peak of longevity.

‘All were but ants under Saints’ was by no means an exaggeration.

In just an instant, Lin Xun was suppressed!

Before Ding Shanhe could breathe a sigh of relief, however, Lin Xun kept gaining momentum as they exchanged blows and his aura kept climbing.

Very quickly, they were equally matched again!

What...?

Ding Shanhe’s eye pupils constricted. An indescribable chill surged up to his head as what was happening in front of him had almost overturned his worldview.

An ant had overcome the whole one-stage gap between them and taken on him in a fight, and a head-on fight at that, without any tricks to speak of!

How is this even possible?

When did the Ancient Wasteland Domain produce such a heaven-defying demon?

Meanwhile, Lin Xun’s blood was on fire, and his fighting spirit was boiling.

He had never feared Saints, but before entering the underground palace secret realm, his chance of victory against one in a head-on fight would have been less than thirty percent unless he used Time Stopping.

But now, also without using Time Stopping, he could already take a True Saint head on.

Moreover, he still had more power in reserve!

This had been achieved by virtue of the tempering he received in the Mind Killing Chamber and the Ultimate Dao Pavilion. It had allowed Lin Xun to propel forward and transform once again on the path of the peak ninth longevity stage.

“Slash!” roared Lin Xun suddenly; his cold eyes were like lightning and his hair danced.

In this instant, Yazi’s Rage, the Sacred Combat Art, Extreme Absolute supported by the power of the three Word Inheritances of Yuan, Extreme, and Zhu erupted from the Broken Blade.

The explosive noise this strike produced caused the void to collapse in all directions. Its brilliant and blazing light released a ferocious killing aura that pierced through heavens.

In this moment, the Broken Blade seemed to come to life!

Ding Shanhe’s heart trembled, and his face changed drastically. Without hesitation, he deployed his ultimate skill.

His pitch-black shuttle glinted with an intimidating sharpness. Vaguely, there seemed to be a small dragon coiled within it, a colorful rain of light, and the stirring roars of the gods.

It was also at this instant that Ji Qing, who had been waiting for his chance to attack from a distance, leaped up and disappeared into thin air as he teleported to Lin Xun.

Boom!

Upon impact, the deafening explosion threw the region in turbulence and turned all the ancient trees and rocks in the vicinity to dust.

The earth cracked under the rage of chaotic spatial currents. Endless waves of dao sound and divine radiance interlaced and phenomena were manifested one after another. It was just like a battle between gods!

“Pff!” Ding Shanhe coughed up blood as he retreated. His face was deathly pale with shock and fear written all over it.

Bang!

At the same time, Lin Xun was sent flying viciously. His hair was disheveled, blood seeped out from the corners of his lips, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

Thud!

Behind him, a corpse fell from the sky on the ground. It was none other than Ji Qing!

Previously, he had seized the opportunity and attacked. Like a lion who still used its full strength when pouncing a rabbit, he had done the same.

Now, however, he was dead. Shock, dismay, pain, and confusion filled his face as if he had seen something extremely horrible.

He had died in the same manner as the Saint before him!

Ding Shanhe’s cheeks twitched, and his eyes were bloodshot. He seemed to have been terrified witless as he mumbled, “Impossible, impossible...”

An ant seriously wounded him in a head-to-head fight...

Who would believe this?

Scaring him even more was the fact that Ji Qing was dead!

His long-prepared strike had failed to kill Lin Xun, and instead, he himself had dropped dead.

All of this was like a nightmare that pushed Ding Shanhe to the verge of collapse.

Since becoming a Saint, he had experienced numerous bloody killings, but he had never encountered anything as bizarre, horrifying, and unbelievable as this.

Meanwhile, Lin Xun burst out laughing, his voice shaking the clouds:

“From today on, I, Lin Xun, dare to compete with True Saints!”

Every word was like thunder, stirring the nine layers of heaven and earth.

He stood tall as his clothes fluttered. His face was pale, but it was glowing with pride and a might that peered down upon the world and dominated all opponents.

Feng Pingzi shivered uncontrollably as she watched all of this from extremely far away. Her mind was blank. She just couldn’t comprehend how there could be such a powerful supreme longevity stage character in this world.

Even Lord Qingyi...can’t accomplish this...

“Little scum, I’ll behead you in the coming days!” Ding Shanhe suddenly dropped a threat before turning to flee.

He had been frightened!

First, Le Mujin’s maid had been killed, and then, one Saint had died after another. Even Le Mujin hadn’t been able to escape this fate.

Until this moment, he was the only Saint left in this battle, and he had been left injured. How could he still find courage to fight on?

“Old thing, you can’t escape.” Little Silver suddenly appeared in Ding Shanhe’s path with the delicate and beautiful Sky Splitting Demonic Butterfly on his shoulder.

As Little Silver’s words echoed, he and the butterfly had already attacked.

Whoosh!

They vanished after a flicker of the butterfly’s wings.

Instantaneous stealth!

A chill rose in Ding Shanhe’s heart as his spirit sense was unable to capture the other party’s traces.

This made him realize at the first moment that Ji Qing and the Saint before had most likely died at the hands of these two little things!

As the thought flashed through his mind, his Saint instincts had kicked in. Ding Shanhe abruptly retreated and started teleporting around in the air.

But at the same time, Lin Xun had also made his move.

Clang!

The crisp chant of the Broken Blade was like a life-reaping hypnotic note that exploded in Ding Shanhe’s ears.

His face faltered. With a loud roar, he glowed brightly like a great sun that illuminated the world.

RUMBLE!

In the deafening collision, Lin Xun maneuvered the Broken Blade and ruthlessly pressed on like a demonic god. His eyes were terrifyingly cold.

He could not forget those Ancient Wasteland Domain’s experts who had died at the hands of Ding Shanhe.

He also could not forget the contempt, humiliation, ridicule, and hatred he had suffered before!

He had sworn that he would kill Ding Shanhe’s group to the very last one or he wouldn’t be a human.

Now, it was time to fulfill it!

“Want to kill me? Then you shall die as well!” Ding Shanhe was in a state of madness. Without any regard for his life or anything else, he indiscriminately unleashed his Saint power.

To be able to force a True Saint to such an extent could already shock the world.

But for Lin Xun, this was not enough.

Today, Ding Shanhe must die!

During the fierce battle, Ding Shanhe kept coughing up blood as his condition got worse and worse.

But likewise, Lin Xun was also injured.

Fighting a True Saint head on was one thing, trying to kill them was another. These were two completely different things.

“Little scum, you’ll die with me!”

Ding Shanhe suddenly had a bad premonition and knew that he could no longer escape. A vicious look suddenly spread across his face as he decided to drag Lin Xun to mutual destruction.

There was a loud burst of light as he pounced toward Lin Xun with teleportation.

With a poof, the Broken Blade chopped off his right arm, but Ding Shanhe couldn't care less and didn’t even frown.

Lin Xun’s face changed slightly. He activated the God Burning Wings to dodge and simultaneously tapped his finger in the air.

Great Diffusion Void Breaker Finger—

Close Yet Far!

Seeming to be within reach, but in fact was a horizon away.

This finger was an outstanding defensive force that worked like a surreptitious substitution, or like how the stars could seem as if they were switching spots throughout the seasons as it contained profound spatial mysteries.

Boom!

Ding Shanhe’s determined strike that aimed for mutual destruction fell on nothing, blowing the nearby area apart and creating chaotic currents in the air.

Except for the great abyss, all rocks, grass, and trees in a thousand-mile radius were blasted into fragments!

When a Saint raged, there would be a thousand miles of destruction!

Even Lin Xun broke out into a cold sweat uncontrollably. When a Saint put their life on the line, the power was indeed beyond terrifying.

Fortunately, it had passed.

Lin Xun’s eyes gleamed coldly as he charged forth.

Little Silver and the Sky Splitting Demonic Butterfly also attacked alongside him like invisible assassins.

A few moments later.

Ding Shanhe fell heavily to the ground. Blood was spewing from his mouth and nose, and he was ridden with bone-deep wounds from which blood gushed out like a spring.

This mighty True Saint had been heavily injured to the point that he was on his last breaths!

Poof!

A shiny blade swept down from the sky and sliced his head off.

“I HATE——!”

As Ding Shanhe’s head rolled on the ground, the mouth still let out a mournful roar of utter rage.

Then abruptly, it was cut off.

His eyes were wide open, and his expression was hideous. Having died unwillingly, there was no way he could rest in peace!

Perhaps, Ding Shanhe had been able to accept death, but he just could never accept that he would have lost to a small cultivator who he had viewed as an ant.

Moreover, he had died in a head-on battle!

In the sky, the red glow of blood tumbled, and the sound of mourning drifted.

There was nothing but silence in the field.

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