Most Conceited War God

Ling Jian stood in the middle of the training hall as he watched the Demon Bat Legion leave. After a long while, he finally recovered from his dazed state and regained his composure. The pair of bloody wings on his back trembled, causing a bloody rain and the wind to blow violently.    

Within the mountain crevice.    

Ling Jian sat cross-legged on top of it, his expression extremely calm, as though he was an old monk meditating in meditation. The lightning and fire around his body slowly blossomed, while a powerful lightning and fire energy permeated the mountain.    

A faint undying black flame enveloped his body. The black flames that were filled with heat were continuously absorbing the power of lightning and fire. After which, they slowly devoured it, causing the originally dark Undying Black Flame to become increasingly pure.    

After entering the peak of the seventh heaven, Ling Jian could similarly reach the eighth stage of cultivation with the help of the Counterfeit God's mask. However, the time needed to raise his cultivation level did not increase at all, which allowed him to have the ability to challenge opponents beyond his level, but not enough time to maintain it.    

After cultivating in the crevice for a while, news of the Bat King arrived.    

Under Ling Jian's control, the Bat King appeared within the crevice and stood across from Ling Jian.    

"Young Sovereign, in the entire Thousand Buddha School, only Lei Lei is left. There are some good things that I have kept."    

The Bat King stood opposite of Ling Jian, letting out a soft beastly voice, relaying the results of this mission.    

Hearing this, Ling Jian did not feel much of a stir in his heart. After all, the earth-shattering power of the Demonic Bat Army was indeed terrifying, and he had witnessed it before.    

"Oh? "There are still some good stuff, why not take it out and have a look?"    

Hearing this, Ling Jian's heart was moved as he could not help but ask.    

"Young Sect Master, you must take care of it. According to my feeling, it should be very extraordinary."    

Under the black light, the blood-red body of the Demon Bat King stood within the crack in the mountain. Suddenly, it flapped its bloody wings and emitted a sound wave, before its malevolent mouth suddenly opened.    

Buzz.    

The divine light blossomed, completely enveloping the cube. Buddhist light diffused out, forming a shocking storm, which abruptly spread out and appeared within the crack in the mountain. The surrounding air seemed to possess some kind of mysterious fluctuation, as a buddhist intent suddenly spread out, causing Ling Jian's usually calm state of mind to slightly sway for a moment.    

"Yi, what a strong Buddhist light, what a dense Buddhist intent."    

Ling Jian was also overwhelmed with shock in his heart. He stared at the buddhist light that appeared in his line of sight in a daze as his sharp eyes swept over it and immediately detected the hidden fist light under the holy buddhist light within his eyes. Under the buddhist light that was like an ocean, the buddhist light converged and a sacred yet immeasurable fist was faintly formed.    

"This is?"    

"Eh, it seems to be a very powerful buddhist martial art."    

Ling Jian slightly narrowed his eyes, and after his eyes swept across the fist imprint, he let out a surprised cry. After sensing the zen intent that was being emitted from the fist imprint, even the deepest part of his soul seemed to have involuntarily moved, as he directly executed the Shaolin Divine Fist.    

After watching the fist imprint for a while, Ling Jian's Fist Aura had already reached a very shocking level. Unknowingly, his Shaolin Godly Fist Art had actually improved, with a faint feeling of having stepped into the Great Perfection Stage.    

Endless buddhist light enveloped Ling Jian's body, as if he had entered the buddhist realm, surrounding him in meditation, his Shaolin Divine Fist was completely unleashed after a short moment, the force of his punches overlaid each other and was incomparably domineering, a deep and loud sound rang out from within the cracks in the mountains, one after another, while golden fist imprints appeared on his fist. These fist imprints were extremely illusionary, however, they gave off a kind of pressure, as if they were real and shockingly diffused.    

As the fist light permeated the air, Ling Jian's hands suddenly crossed each other, and the overlaid fist light turned into a fist imprint that was approximately the size of a human head. The fist imprint swayed in the air, emitting a sacred fluctuation, and even the Bat King was surprised as it was locked onto by Ling Jian's fist.    

"Demonic Bat King, take my punch and give it a try."    

The Demonic Bat King had also detected the strange undulations emitted by the fist in front of Ling Jian. Its ferocious beast eyes blinked, but it did not show the slightest fear as it circulated the Spiritual Energy within its body. It turned its body around and turned into a blood-red shield.    

Ling Jian's fist punched out, his fist and the fist imprints overlaying each other. With a loud bang, it struck the blood-red shield.    

Dong!    

The black light surrounding the shield was ruthlessly torn apart. The instant Ling Jian's fist was about to strike out, countless fist lights spread out and continuously collided with the blood light shield, causing rumbling noises to ring out. Only after pausing for over ten times did the blood light shield that was standing in front of him was pushed back slightly.    

The punch was like ten other punches coming in quick succession, seeming extremely tyrannical.    

Boom!    

When all of the fist light was released, Ling Jian's body suddenly took a step forward and landed a solid punch on the blood light shield. The blood light shield trembled once more and was pushed back, transforming into a red light in the air above the crack in the mountain.    

"It shouldn't be, it really shouldn't be! This is impossible!"    

The Bat King stood upright in the air, and with a flap of its wings, a black light enveloped its body. It calmed down its spirit energy, but words that caused its heart to tremble involuntarily were transmitted outwards.    

"My Blood Bat Shield was actually pushed back?"    

The Bat King's body stood in the air above the crack in the mountain. It took a long time for him to recover from his state of shock. His body trembled as he transformed into a black light and landed opposite Ling Jian, staring at his fist in shock.    

"Fist Intent, so that's how it is."    

As he slowly opened his eyes and sensed the fist intent flowing through his body, he smiled lightly and withdrew his gaze with satisfaction. He looked at the Bat King, who was staring at him with a surprised expression, and laughed involuntarily, "Demonic Bat King, you actually used your body as a shield just now. Your Demonic Bat Branch, you actually have such ability?"    

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