"This holy power, Chen Ling, Chen Ling was the one who made the breakthrough that day."
"It's him. This holy power is exactly the same. Oh my God, he has reached the semi-holy realm."
"Half Saint...hiss."
"It's so scary. This Chen Ling looks like a genius from Wuzhou. That guy, hehe."
"No matter what, this battle has given us the prestige of Dongsheng Temple, so what if Wuzhou comes?"
…
When someone recognized Chen Ling, the crowd suddenly became commotion.
The Half-Saint was even more shocked than Chen Ling defeating the leader from Wuzhou.
"Qin Yuan, the outcome is clear, but I will still give you the Fire God Bead." Dong Sheng said with a faint smile.
Qin Yuan's pupils shrank, but at this moment he was not happy or excited at all.
This is a gift to him.
The deep shame drove him almost crazy.
But reason still calmed him down.
The Fire God Bead is too important, now is not the time to act impulsively.
Gritting his teeth, Qin Yuan suppressed his anger, glanced at Chen Ling bitterly, turned around and left suddenly.
Chen Ling fell down and slowly picked up the broken Ling Tian. He felt it carefully and found that there was no consciousness inside.
Clenching his fists, Chen Ling took a deep breath.
Ling Tian was destroyed.
Although he didn't use Ling Tian much, Ling Tian had a special meaning to him, and the most important thing was that he gave birth to a weak consciousness.
This is equivalent to wiping out a life that is about to be born.
"Qin Yuan."
Chen Ling memorized this name deeply.
He knew that he could not do anything to Qin Yuan for the time being, as the other party's identity was not simple.
But he will never let go of this hatred.
Looking at Chen Ling's appearance, Dongsheng couldn't help but take a look at the broken branch. A look of surprise flashed across his eyes, and then a wry smile appeared on his face.
It seems that this boy is afraid of getting into trouble with Qin Yuan.
However, this is also a good thing.
If there is a whetstone like Qin Yuan that can be sharpened, it will only benefit Chen Ling when he steps into Wuzhou.
However, Dong Sheng couldn't help but sigh when he thought of Qin Yuan's father.
That is the powerful Saint King.
Dong Sheng couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt in his heart.
"Chen Ling, come with me."
After a long time, Dong Sheng sighed and said in a deep voice.
Chen Ling calmed down, put away the broken Ling Tian, and followed Dong Sheng silently away.
…
"I regret letting you two fight now." In the hall, Dong Sheng looked at Chen Ling and said with a bitter smile.
"I have something in my hand that is extremely important to that guy, so I made a bet with him. If he can defeat you, I will give him that thing."
"Now it seems that you two..." Dong Sheng shook his head helplessly.
Chen Ling's expression remained unchanged, and he had no dissatisfaction with Dong Sheng's actions.
There was nothing wrong with this battle. What was wrong was that Qin Yuan destroyed Ling Tian.
"Palace Master, this has nothing to do with you." Chen Ling forced a smile on his face and said attentively: "Who is that guy?"
From Dong Sheng's attitude towards Qin Yuan, he could tell that the other party's status was absolutely extraordinary. Otherwise, how could a powerful Great Sage be so afraid of him.
"The Shenwu Palace is considered a transcendent force in Wuzhou. There are four major palace masters in the palace, and these four major palace masters are all Saint King-level experts."
Chen Ling's pupils shrank, he took a breath, and said in disbelief: "Palace Master, you wouldn't say that guy's background is that of a Saint King-level powerhouse, would you?"
"That's right." Dongsheng said.
Holy King.
The realm of saints is divided into saints, great saints, supreme saints, and saint kings.
The Holy King is already the pinnacle of the pyramid in the Shenwu Continent, the true pinnacle of power and unparalleled power.
The background of a saint-king-level powerhouse.
Chen Ling only felt that her lips were a little dry.
He thought about Qin Yuan's background, but this background was too terrifying.
"His father is the master of the second hall of Shenwu Palace, a powerful Saint King."
"At this time, do you think I should apologize to him and ask for forgiveness?" Chen Ling said with a bitter face and a self-deprecating smile.
"Although the Holy King-level powerhouse is his father, the Holy King will naturally not come forward in general matters. It is impossible for you and him to develop into a life-or-death enemy because you cannot kill him."
"Can't you kill him?" A glint flashed across Chen Ling's eyes.
"With the Holy King's means to save your life, it's not that easy to kill him. The existence of Qin Yuan can also be said to be a whetstone for you. Having such a guy to temper you will have a great influence on you in Wuzhou.
Propelling force." Dongsheng said solemnly.
"It's enough to survive from his hands. With your talent, you will soon outstrip him."
After carefully considering Dong Sheng's words, Chen Ling fell into thinking.
It must be said that Dong Sheng's words opened another door for him.
Whetstone.
With the background of the Holy King, this whetstone is extremely powerful. If you are not careful, you will become the opponent's whetstone.
However, he soon gained strong confidence.
Only by using the son of the Holy King as a whetstone can one sharpen the sharpest sword.
"I understand." Chen Ling nodded.
"When you step into Wuzhou, the road to martial arts will be more difficult. But everything you will face will be difficulties and dangers on your road to martial arts. Only by crushing them can you go higher. Wuzhou is also more difficult.
Dangerous, but I believe in your potential."
Dongsheng stared at Chen Ling and spoke seriously.
He knows Chen Ling's potential better than anyone else, and he also understands the horror of its potential better than anyone else.
Stepping into Wuzhou, hidden dragons fly into the sky.
As long as you give him a chance, he can soar into the sky.
Son of the Holy King?
Using the son of the Holy King as a whetstone may seem too arrogant and arrogant to others, but with Chen Ling, everything is possible.
Chen Ling remembered every word Dong Sheng said in his heart.
"After entering Wuzhou, there is still one final level. Anyone below the Saint level will enter the Tianjiao Hall, the fourth hall of Shenwu Palace. The last level is a trial. It is not too difficult based on your strength, so don't take it to heart."
"Thank you, Lord, I won't let you down." Chen Ling said solemnly.
"Go back and prepare. We will set off in ten days."
"Um."
Chen Ling stood up and left quickly.
During these ten days, Chen Ling stayed alone in the palace, meditating in silence.
Ten days later, Chen Ling met Qin Yuan again in the East Temple.
Qin Yuan's face was expressionless and his expression was unstable. Only when he saw him, a wave of waves flashed deep in his eyes.
From the waves, Chen Ling saw chills and murderous intent.
He was wary.
When entering Wuzhou, you must be careful and vigilant about Qin Yuan.
As the son of the Holy King, it would be easy to cause him some trouble.
However, he showed no fear.
"Chen Ling, I wish you good luck."
When leaving, Dongsheng only said this.
Chen Ling nodded heavily and followed Qin Yuan out of the East Temple.
Looking at the East Temple of Nuo University, Chen Ling looked in a daze.
It’s time to leave for a new world, Wuzhou.
"No one can stop me, not even the Holy King."
His gaze faintly passed over Qin Yuan, Chen Ling's expression was as calm as ever, making it impossible to see any waves. (To be continued)