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Chapter 517 – Conflict

It was actually Ling Yizong’s man!

Yang Junshan’s expression froze for a moment, but then he heard Daoist Master Liu Qiu laugh coldly, “Who cares if you are from the ‘Spirit Sect’ or from the ‘Spirit Two Sect’, you must know that this is the Liang Zhou, not the Sangzhou. If you want to borrow the power of the sect, then your name must be in the wrong place!”

“How dare you!”

One of the Ling Yizong cultivators wited scarf over his head heard Liu Qiuzhen’s words and was immediately enraged, he said: “You dare to act like this, you think that you can take us down with just one more person, today we will let you know the power of me, Ling Yizong’s direct disciple!”

“I’m not afraid of you!”

Spiritual Master Liu Qiu and Adept Jing Yuan are both outstanding figures in their respective sects, so they naturally have their own pride. Although Ling Yizong is very famous in the world of cultivation, almost to the point of being on par with the Snow Wind Sword Sect, it is not like they have never fought with even the true heirs of the Snow Wind Sword Sect before.

The red scarfed cultivator from Ling Yizong had a wooden sword in his hands, and then threw it up into the sky, following that, he took a few profound steps, his fingers formed seals, and started chanting, as though he was a mortal playing tricks on people.

When Daoist Master Liu Qiu saw this, he almost laughed. However, he heard Adept Jing Yuan say anxiously, “Brother Liu, be careful!”

Just as Daoist Master Liu Qiu was startled, he heard a sudden clap of thunder above his head and a bolt of lightning as thick as an arm descended.

“Lightning divine ability!”

This caused Daoist Master Liu Qiu to jump in fright. Instinctively, he threw out a broken branch in his hand, and in an instant, a jade-like tree formed above his head.

Crack! Crack! The branches of the plum tree snapped one after another. The cracks were charred black. There were even some lightning and fire trying to ignite the plum tree. Liu Qiu’s heart ached as if it was bleeding.

“Brother Liu, don’t worry, the Pure Yuan will come as well!”

Seeing that Spiritual Master Liu Qiu had suffered a loss, Adept Jing Yuan did not bother to look at the other person and rushed towards the red-scarred cultivator with the treasure in his hand, intending to surround Wei and save Zhao.

“Haha, so this is the strength of the cultivators of Liang Zhou!”

The red-scarfed cultivator was not afraid, his words carrying a mocking tone as he fought with the two Spirit Master Liu Qiu and Adept Jing Yuan, his imposing Qi overflowing in all directions, causing a gigantic ball to form in the blizzard, and outside of the ball was a blizzard covered with snow. From afar, it looked like there was another gigantic ball rolling around in the air, with lightning flashing on its surface.

This sudden turn of events caused even Yang Junshan to be a little stunned. He had never expected that Ling Yizong’s direct disciple would actually be able to cultivate in the ability of lightning, and the wooden sword that could attract lightning to descend, if Yang Junshan was not mistaken, was most likely made from lightning that struck wood, so this kind of treasure was at least at the spirit artifact level.

Of course, the quality of the different lightning striking trees were different, and Yang Junshan himself knew that the best lightning striking trees were considered thunder striking mahogany. Legend has it that Ling Yizong had a thousand year old lightning striking peach wood sword, and it was Ling Yizong’s most treasured sword, so not even the previous Sect Leaders of Ling Yizong had the qualifications to wear it, but it was unknown whether it was true or not.

Originally, it was three against two, but because Ling Yizong had mastered the lightning sacred art and delayed Liu Qiu and the Adept Jing Yuan, only Yang Junshan was left to fight against the black-cloaked cultivator that was Ling Yizong.

When he was being surrounded by three other people, he had already determined that Yang Junshan was the weakest of the three, thus, the red-scarred cultivator had used his strongest technique from the very start and trapped both and Spiritual Master Liu Qiu in one go. The remaining Yang Junshan was given to the big caped cultivator to deal with, and once he defeated or injured Yang Junshan, the remaining two would be able to easily retreat.

As for why the two of them could immediately tell that Yang Junshan was the weakest link of the three, it was actually a test of their eyesight.

These things were something that the two Ling Yizong cultivators could understand with a glance, but these things could only be understood and not told with words. As for Yang Junshan, he could tell that these two sect cultivators were grass root cultivators with a glance, probably just to curry favor with him.

As true inheritors of Ling Yizong, how could they not have contact with cultivators from those small powers and small sects? Even if such a cultivator could advance into the realms of life, how many cultivators could there be in the sect?

The schemes of the two were not wrong, there were probably nine cultivators outside of the ten great sects that were not even comparable to disciples of the same cultivation level, but Yang Junshan was the only one remaining, and one that was extremely special at that.

In fact, other than all of the above reasons, there was another reason. The strength of this cloaked Ling Yizong was severely restricted in this cold tides that were wreaking havoc on the ice plains. This was because he was a cultivator with a fire attribute divine ability!

Fire attribute sacred art was originally famous for its tyrannical explosions. Cultivators who cultivated fire attribute sacred art would usually be feared by cultivators of the same level, but in the extreme north of the icy plains, there was chaotic ice attribute energy mixed within the frost wave, causing the power of his fire attribute sacred art to be reduced by three points.

But even so, when this Ling Yizong cultivator attacked Yang Junshan, Yang Junshan did not dare to be careless.

And this cultivator Ling Yizong was indeed extremely strong, the moment he attacked, the sea of flames that filled the sky surrounded Yang Junshan.

If it was in the past, Yang Junshan would probably take it extremely seriously, but now ….

Without leaving a trace, Yang Junshan slapped the stone bottle on his waist, and a cold aura burst forth from under his feet. No matter how powerful the divine ability of a Successor Disciple from Ling Yizong was, the sea of flames was still unable to get within three feet of Yang Junshan.

If the cold environment of the Arctic Icecap was able to restrain a fire attribute cultivator’s strength by 30%, then with the addition of the thousand-year-old ice silkworm, his strength would be reduced by 50%.

If one’s godly abilities and secret arts could not threaten the opponent at all, how could they continue to fight?

With a spread of his hands, the sea of flames before him was instantly torn apart like silk. Yang Junshan leisurely walked out of the sea of flames.

clematis, the current Yang Junshan had already cultivated this clan’s inherited spirit technique to the level of Dominating Refinement, so when he used it, he did not need to be under his feet every single time, nor did he need to be on the ground every single time!

Seeing how Yang Junshan was able to destroy his own sacred art so easily, the face of the black cloaked man immediately changed, and he started to curse. It seemed that the reason he cursed was because this place was inconvenient for him to use his sacred art, and all of the divine abilities that he cultivated had become restraining and unsatisfied with him.

Yang Junshan did not care about that, with one move, he broke through the opponent’s attack, the mountain cleaver s did not let him off, the cold blade light slashed down, before the blade light even reached him, the burst out aura had already broken through the ice beneath his feet.

However, Yang Junshan’s slash had already locked onto his presence. No matter how hard he tried to dodge, the blade light continued to hover above his head.

The black-robed cultivator couldn’t avoid this attack. A flame spear appeared in front of his body. It transformed intuge fire serpent and rushed towards the Bladelight.

With a loud clang, although the radiant blade was blocked, the flame condensed on the flaming spear was sent flying everywhere. The lively and lifelike fire serpent was also shaken apart by the mountain cleaver, only leaving behind the flame spear’s main body which wailed as it retreated back to the cultivator.

Although the speed of the mountain cleaver in his hands was not fast, each slash of the blade was still extremely powerful and heavy. Although there was no fancy trick to it, it was still impossible for one to avoid them all, so Yang Junshan could only control his flame spear to take it head-on. He was not in a difficult position for a moment, as the clanging sounds of the metal colliding with each other caused the ground beneath his feet to crack like a spider web.

“Hold on!”

Yang Junshan’s duel with the big caped cultivator naturally did not leave the attention of the others, seeing that their side had made a mistake, and thought that the weakest point would actually be the butt of a fierce tiger. The red-scarred cultivator who was fighting against the two of them could no longer hold on, and immediately used his lightning sacred art again, blasting away the two people in front of him, causing him to jump out of the snowball and shout.

Spiritual Master Liu Qiu and Adept Jing Yuan looked at each other but did not make a move. Yang Junshan’s blade was able to push the cloaked man back more than thirty meters, and he immediately sheathed his blade to avoid fighting. However, he was still standing in the same position as Pure Yuan and Liu Qiu, with Ling Yizong in the center.

The red-scarred cultivator forgot his junior brother, who was covered in sweat, and said, “Are the three of you really going to fight to the death with my junior brother today?”

Liu Qiu and Jing Yuan looked at each other. Although the two of them were powerful before, but from the looks of it, it was obvious that they had a soft tone, and did not want to make enemies with Ling Yizong, the Adept Jing Yuan coughed lightly and said: “Like I said before, the ice attribute spirit stone in the ice bear’s nest is something the two of you stole while we were fighting the ice bear. As long as the two of you leave the spirit energy stones, we will not offend you.

“Hehe, this time, we two martial brothers will admit defeat!”

The red-scarred cultivator sneered, then took out three fist-sized transparent rocks from the storage bag and threw them onto the ground. He cupped his hands towards the three and said: “Qingshan will not change, the flow of green water is constant, today my junior brother will not be able to use 70% of his power on this ice plains. If the three of you are lucky enough to reach Sangzhou, the two of us will head back and bid our farewells!”