The Sword God of the Universe-Chapter 84: 50,000 Spirit Stone Prize [Triple Release, Vote Requested]

Chapter 84: Chapter 84: 50,000 Spirit Stone Prize [Triple Release, Vote Requested]

A gentle breeze, caressing the face!

The blue robes rustled ’sasha’ in the wind.

The person beneath the robe stood like a sculpture steadfast through millennia.

"Shh!"

In that seemingly eternal stillness, Jing Yan, clad in green, suddenly raised his arms.

A dense orb of light on the black sword burst open with a boom.

At the same time, a vast Primordial Energy surged out from within him, darkly emerging. The white fog expanded, wrapping his entire body within it.

"Whoosh!"

Countless pairs of eyes, as if trained a million times over, uniformly focused on Jing Yan in green.

"Holy shit! I must be going blind!"

"Holy fucking shit! My eyes are blind too!"

"What’s happening, is Jing Yan also in the Innate Realm now? Has his Primordial Energy also turned to fog?"

"No, his Primordial Qi Fog is quite different from that of the Innate Realm. Look closely, the fog around Jing Yan is different from the fog around Jing Tianlong!"

"That’s right, Jing Yan’s fog is relatively thin, not as condensed as a true Innate Martial Artist’s Primordial Qi Fog. It seems like... Half-step Innate!"

"But... wasn’t it confirmed just three days ago during his fight with Jing Shaohe that he was at the Martial Arts Ninth Layer Heaven? Are you saying that within these three days, he stepped into the Half-step Innate Realm?"

"It seems to be the case! This freak!"

"However, even if he’s at the Half-step Innate Realm, he won’t be able to contend against Jing Tianlong. His Primordial Energy may have turned to fog, but it’s only half-baked and not comparable to the true Innate Realm," someone said with a heavy voice.

Jing Tianlong, in his golden robe, his pupils also suddenly shrank.

When he saw the Primordial Qi Fog condensed around Jing Yan, his determination grew even stronger.

This Jing Yan was more freakish than he had imagined. He had witnessed Jing Yan’s battle with Jing Shaohe three days ago, and at that time, Jing Yan was definitely not at the level of Primordial Qi Fog. It’s only been three days... What can happen in just three days?

For a cultivator, three days was too short, a single meditation, a blink, and three days could pass by.

Yet Jing Yan used these three days to break through again, starting to turn his Primordial Energy to fog.

If he were to delay further, how much more could he grow? Once Jing Yan stepped into the Innate Realm, with his freakish ability to fight across levels, what would Jing Tianlong do? frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Even though he was very confident in himself, Jing Tianlong knew very well that once Jing Yan stepped into the Innate, he absolutely wouldn’t be a match for him.

The high-ups of the Jing Family on the platform and the leaders in the VIP seats had their gazes flickering.

This battle was becoming more and more interesting.

"This Jing Yan, the Half-step Innate Jing Yan, how long can he last against Jing Tianlong?" This was the thought naturally occurring in everyone’s minds.

As for Jing Yan defeating Jing Tianlong, they did not even consider it. Anyone with a sound mind would not entertain such a thought.

Innate Martial Artists were just that, Innate Martial Artists, and could not be compared to any martial artist below the Innate Realm.

In Donglin City, once a martial artist stepped into the Innate, their status leaped forward qualitatively. Any Innate Martial Artist in a place like Donglin City could stand on their own.

Those strong individuals on the platform almost failed to realize that Jing Yan was actually not yet Half-step Innate.

"Jing Yan!"

"How about we spice up our battle with a wager?" Jing Tianlong, his eyes rotating, settled his internal shock and spoke with a sneer.

Jing Yan looked at Jing Tianlong, waiting for him to continue.

"You just received your family tournament’s first-place prize, ten thousand Spirit Stones. Hmm, and there are three Top-grade Spirit Stones, which we can appraise as twelve thousand Spirit Stones. In total, that’s twenty-two hundred Spirit Stones."

"That’s still a bit meager. Oh right, you also have a Divine Wood Token. Let’s include that as well. But since the Divine Wood Token doesn’t have a standard price, let’s round up the Spirit Stones to make it an even number—fifty thousand Spirit Stones in total."

"How about the wager for this battle being fifty thousand Spirit Stones? If you lose, you will hand over everything I just mentioned. If I lose, then I will give you fifty thousand Spirit Stones," Jing Tianlong said slowly with a smile.

In fact, his primary goal was not the rewards Jing Yan had received from the family tournament. Rather, it was to crush Jing Yan’s spirit in martial arts.

Having cultivated for nearly two years in the Red Lotus Academy of the Three Major Academies, Jing Tianlong personally witnessed some exceptional geniuses who fell into despair after a defeat.

At this moment, Jing Tianlong felt that simply defeating Jing Yan didn’t seem sufficient; he wanted to strip Jing Yan of everything, leaving him utterly crushed.

Jing Yan stared at Jing Tianlong.

"Jing Tianlong, if you want to bet, I’ll accompany you!" Jing Ziqi’s voice came through, and then the spectators saw Jing Ziqi arrive beside Jing Yan and Jing Tianlong, "Jing Tianlong, I will take Jing Yan’s place to fight you! I also accept the terms of the wager you mentioned!"

Jing Ziqi’s lively beautiful eyes were now firmly fixed on Jing Tianlong.

"Oh?"

"Since when does our Donglin City’s top talent need a woman to stand up for him?" Jing Tianlong scoffed.

"Jing Tianlong, are you afraid to face even a woman like me? Don’t tell me you’re too scared to fight against a woman?" Jing Ziqi taunted him with a frosty smile.

"This battle is strictly between Jing Tianlong and me; it concerns no one else!" Jing Yan suddenly spoke, his tone light and somewhat gentle.

Quickly, his gaze turned to Jing Chengye, "Clan Leader, I accept the wager Jing Tianlong proposed. Please be a witness, as I fear some might renege on their debt after the fact!"

Jing Yan smiled.

"Jing Yan, you’re seeking your own death!" Jing Tianlong bellowed, his swirling Primordial Energy around him exploding like a stone cast upon a still lake.

Then, he lunged forward. In an instant, he held a bright Flowing Light Sword in his hands.

The Longsword swept through the air, ripping through the space as if tearing it apart, the piercing sound of an explosion reverberating throughout the plaza.

Immediately after, a radiant red light illuminated the sword. That blinding red light, as if reaching for the heavens, condensed into a mighty red sword shadow over ten meters in length.

"Be careful, Jing Yan!" Jing Ziqi, full of worry, wanted to fight in Jing Yan’s place against Jing Tianlong, but Jing Yan didn’t appreciate the gesture, and she could do nothing.

"Bring it on!" Jing Yan bellowed, his stationary body now moving like lightning.

The Flowing Light Sword ’shua shua’ swept through the air, forming the Condensed Moon Three Waves—a three-layered sword screen.

The onlookers holding their breath could only see Jing Yan, in his blue robes, charging fiercely into the ten-meter long red Sword Light.

"Is Jing Yan seeking death?" was the thought that naturally arose in the minds of the countless martial artists.