Most Conceited War God

High up in the sky, Ling Jian's eyes were filled with ridicule as he watched the beast image and figure descend freely from the sky. Then, he stomped his foot on the illusionary sword Qi and swooped down like a falcon.    

"Great Sage, you can't escape!"    

In the sky, Ling Jian's voice, which was as calm as water, came. His voice was calm, but there was an absolute sense of danger within it.    

On the back of the Black Winged Dragon, the Great Sage's gaze also gradually froze. As a Sixth Heavenly Layer cultivator, after losing the Black Winged Dragon, he simply did not have any ability to fly.    

"Damn it, I never thought that the great sage of the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect would be in such a predicament."    

Thousandheart's expression turned sinister as he gritted his teeth. It was as if he had made some sort of huge decision. He stomped on the back of the Black Winged Battle Dragon and then landed on the ground with a sway of his body.    

"Kid, this Saint isn't so easy to deal with. How can I allow you to slaughter me?"    

The Great Sage was also a ruthless person. Now that he knew the power of Ling Jian, how could he still dare to stay on the Black Winged Dragon for even a moment before charging straight for the ground?    

Perhaps, under the earth, his space was too large. Even if he was not Ling Jian's match, it would still be difficult for the other party to kill him.    

However, there were many restraints on the back of the Black Winged Battle Dragon, so there were many moves that he couldn't execute.    

"Great Sage, why are you so anxious to die?"    

The moment the Great Sage jumped down, Ling Jian, who had been several feet away, suddenly flashed and appeared next to the Great Sage. His voice echoed in the Great Sage's ears.    

"You, you!"    

The ghostly voice that came from his side caused the Great Sage's complexion to drastically change. He was so scared that his soul almost left his body and his body trembled as if he had just seen a ghost.    

"Your idea is indeed beautiful, but reality is cruel."    

Ling Jian laughed mockingly at the figure that had fallen from the sky. Using his movement technique, he appeared behind the figure as fast as lightning, as if he was the Great Sage's shadow.    

"Next, I will end your life with my own hands. If you must blame anyone, blame it on me. If not, blame it on me."    

Ling Jian revealed a sinister smile.    

"You, don't kill me. We have something to discuss, so I will keep this a secret."    

The Great Sage was panicking. His face was pale as he spoke with a bit of a stutter. His body trembled like grass in a storm.    

"Do you think that's possible? This young sect master believes that only a dead person would not betray him. "    

Ling Jian smiled cruelly and said.    

"Young Sect Master?"    

"Which sect are you from?"    

The Great Sage immediately picked up on this piece of news and swept his gaze over Ling Jian. This young man, was actually the young sect master of a sect?    

If it was the young sect master of a large sect, he would sincerely admit his defeat. But right now, he didn't know which sect this young man came from. His current abilities were unable to make him confirm them in his heart.    

However, none of these sect's young sect heads matched up with this young man in front of them. From a certain perspective, this young man in front of them already had the ability to surpass the elites of the younger generation and was on par with the sect elders.    

"Since I'm about to die, I might as well tell you a piece of real news. Actually, I'm the young master of the Qing-Yun Sect, Ling Jian …"    

Ling Jian inclined his ears, the voice transmitted into the Great Sage's heart, as if it was aimed straight at his soul, causing the Great Sage's body to tremble violently, his eyes filled with disbelief.    

At the same time, the shock on his face didn't disappear for a long time. He finally found out who this young man was, but there was also a sharp pain coming from his neck. Finally, his consciousness disappeared and a head flew into the air.    

Boom!    

Ling Jian's body arched slightly, and like a sharp arrow shuttling through the air, he suddenly appeared on top of the Great Sage's corpse. With a grab of his hand, an object the shape of a conch appeared in his palm.    

"This thing, could it be the Thousand Tones of the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect?"    

This was a unique item of the Thousand Lightning Sect. Back then, they had obtained this kind of treasure in their sect world and it had now become a symbol of their identity as a member of the Thousand Lightning Sect.    

Generally speaking, those who were able to carry a thousand glyph with them would be those who valued them more. As for those people who valued them more, the vast majority of them were from the younger generation.    

It could be said that, more or less, every saint of the Myriad Lightning Sect had a treasure like this on their person.    

Standing on the Sword Qi, Ling Jian's body floated high up in the sky. His eyes were brimming with vigor, holding the thousand notes tightly in one hand. Suddenly, the corner of his mouth revealed a ferocious smile, and a bold idea spread out in his mind.    

"This sect leader will accept this thousand notes. Hehe, I hope that this item can help me."    

A faint smile hung at the corner of Ling Jian's mouth. However, that smile was extremely sinister.    

Ling Jian's hand pinched the thousand notes, and gathered his strength into the thousand notes. As the thousand notes shook, a halo of light spread out from the thousand notes. Then, it turned into a voice as it was transmitted out.    

"Brother Great Sage, I'm a Fourth Saint. I'm blocking a young man with a sharp sword and sword on his feet. The things on his body are all precious treasures. These things must fall into the hands of our Ten Thousand Thunder Sect!"    

In the midst of his voice, he heard the sound of a plan to block Ling Jian.    

"Dammit, whose voice is that?"    

Ling Jian was slightly stunned. Just as he was about to recall the thousand notes, he suddenly thought of something. This voice sounded a bit familiar. It was the Sixth Saint Son, Lian Ping.    

"Could it be that he wanted to borrow a knife to kill someone?"    

Ling Jian was dazed for a moment, and then from a different angle, he thought of something in an instant, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a sinister smile.    

"Even peace …"    

This name appeared deeply in Ling Jian's mind, and was imprinted in his mind. At the same time, it also left a petty impression on him.    

"Hey, that's not right. Isn't Lian Peace the Sixth Saint? Back then, this body of his beat up this brat. Later on at the elders' meeting, didn't he come out to testify for me after he had eaten the Forgotten Wordless Wordless Pill? Wasn't he the Sixth Son? Why did he call himself the Fourth Saint? In front of Thousandheart, the person addressing himself as Fourth Disciple did not even change his voice at all … "