The Sword God of the Universe

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.