Most Conceited War God

"Fish scale throwing knives?"    

The sudden appearance of this unfamiliar information within his sea of consciousness caused Ling Jian to be stunned. Promptly, he narrowed his eyes and looked over. Looking at the scale-like blade edge, he also nodded his head thoughtfully.    

If one looked carefully, one would discover that the fish scale throwing knives in front of them were indeed like a mini version of the three-headed fish swimming around. The blade glow that was flickering around the middle of one's palm was faintly discernible, appearing like ripples that were repeatedly trembling, and it actually attracted the weak Spiritual Aura within the world to gather over here. From the looks of it, it was as if an injured fierce beast was greedily absorbing the Spiritual Aura within the world in order to quickly recover its strength.    

"Eh, that's not right …"    

The subtle change that had suddenly appeared did not hide it from Ling Jian's senses. When he sensed it, he was suddenly stunned. The Spiritual Aura that he had absorbed had disappeared and was replaced by a faint dragon's might that was emitted from the Fish Scale Flying Daggers.    

Although the dragon's might was weak, it carried an extremely tyrannical will. It was just like the natural born soul of a fish scale throwing knife, which could grow infinitely and reach the level of being able to completely control a fish scale throwing knife.    

"Could it be that the bloodline of this Three-Headed Fish Beast originates from this scale?"    

Ling Jian's eyes shone as he stared at the Fish Scale Throwing Daggers in his palm that seemed to glow faintly due to the faint dragon aura. He could not help but let out a surprised cry.    

Buzz.    

A cry of surprise came from his mouth, causing Ling Jian's body to sway involuntarily. The Fish Scale Throwing Dagger in his palm also trembled slightly. The golden glow covering the blade suddenly shook, like the undulation of a small boat, about to break away from the blade.    

However, just as he was about to leave the blade, Ling Jian's palm subconsciously moved as well. The palm that was holding onto the Fish Scale Throwing Daggers started to move in a rhythmic manner, buzzing. The surrounding Spiritual Aura suddenly circulated crazily at this moment, and in the next moment, an indescribable vortex of Spiritual Energy directly appeared above his head.    

Whoosh.    

An amazing spiritual energy vortex was floating in the air. A storm was brewing, and leaves were flying everywhere. It was a spectacular sight to behold.    

"This …"    

Ling Jian couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. The Fish Scale Throwing Dagger in his palm wavered uncontrollably. However, the silver glow on it had already disappeared and was completely covered by the resplendent golden light.    

"Dragon-scaled Flying Daggers!"    

Roar!    

Above his head, a Spiritual Aura storm swept out and an angry dragon-like roar rang out. Although this roar was not very earth-shattering, it carried an extremely strong hatred. It was like the most ruthless low tone attack and was difficult to guard against.    

The Sword Qi moved around Ling Jian's body, transforming into countless sword glows, blocking all of the low sound waves. However, even so, Ling Jian's body could not help but tremble slightly, as he was obviously not able to avoid being affected.    

"This power …"    

Ling Jian could not help but mutter as he stabilized his mind. As he digested the information that came out of the Spiritual Energy storm, his expression changed.    

From the looks of it, the three fishes had not displayed their full strength before they died!    

"That's not right, this beast is so vengeful, there's no reason …"    

Ling Jian thought for a while, but quickly rejected the ridiculous idea.    

The trembling of his palms prevented Ling Jian from being distracted. His hands were like chicken claws as they firmly gripped onto it.    

However, the tighter he clenched, the golden light on the flying dagger became increasingly solid. It was as if the flying dagger was about to be completely transformed into a golden body!    

Swoosh.    

Not long after he increased the force, the Fish Scale Throwing Daggers vibrated in his palms turned into a golden light and jumped out like a carp leaping over a dragon's gate. Golden light swept out and shot into the Spiritual Energy Swirl above his head.    

Bang.    

However, the expected retreat did not occur. Instead, it suddenly came to a halt around the Spiritual Aura vortex, and with a "weng" sound, it shot into the Spiritual Aura vortex again. However, this time, it was very clearly separated.    

Golden lines flowed in and out of the Spiritual Energy Vortex, cutting the Spiritual Energy Vortex into a single triangle. Once the triangle was formed, it seemed to form a strange vacuum.    

An indescribable suction force suddenly gushed out from the triangle body.    

Swoosh.    

Ling Jian exerted strength into his legs and placed them on the ground. His robes fluttered as he sensed the strong suction force and did not hesitate to use his strength to stabilize his body.    

However, just as he steadied his body, the Mustard Seed Crystal within his sleeves moved slightly. Suddenly, a bright golden glow surged out. A long golden glow fell from the sky like a waterfall.    

"It is the imperial decree of the sect!"    

The object in front of him tumbled backwards, but it could not hide from Ling Jian's eyes. He quickly retrieved the mustard seed crystal, but did not have enough time to store the imperial edict into his palm.    

As the Mustard Seed Crystal entered his hand, the shock in Ling Jian's heart grew even stronger. He did not sense any suction force coming from the crystal at all.    

In other words, the imperial edict of the sect had actually been sent out directly.    

"What the hell is he doing here?"    

After all, the imperial edict of the sect belonged to a small world sect. The people of the small world sect wanted to use the Ten Thousand Lightning Sect to encircle the Qing-Yun Sect, and even though it was not successful, there was still a hostile side to it. As for the things of the small world sect, Ling Jian did not care about anything else other than the small world's soft armor.    

"This decree of the sect is only used to intimidate my Qing-Yun Sect. Hmph, so what if it is destroyed?"    

The corners of Ling Jian's lips curled up as he mocked. It was obvious that he had already determined that a mere imperial edict would no longer be able to remain unharmed under the aura of the Fish Scale Throwing Daggers.    

Boom!    

With this thought in mind, Ling Jian quickly sensed that above his head, two oppressive auras swept out, directly and ruthlessly colliding with each other.    

These two auras actually possessed a faint dragon's might, and one was even stronger than the other.    

"Dammit! The people from the little World Spiritist School actually set their eyes on the emperor's decree!"    

Ling Jian cried out in shock, his eyes staring fixedly at the completely undamaged sect imperial decree above him. His heart immediately sank.    

Within the pressure seats, it seemed as if it had already reached its peak. On the imperial edict, an illusory golden light seemed to have completely condensed its pressure, before finally shooting out the image of a middle-aged man from Ling Jian's incredulous eyes.    

"This is?"    

"Is he the head of the small World School, Jie Tianya?!"    

Ling Jian stared at the faintly discernible figure on the imperial edict. His eyes swept over it and directly solidified the figure. He was able to see it very clearly. After confirming, his entire body tensed up.    

At the same time, thousands of miles away from the Qing-Yun Sect, in a hall that seemed to be the peak of the entire sect, a middle-aged man, who was dressed in a golden robe and had dragon-shaped eyebrows, sitting on a golden chair with his eyes closed tightly, suddenly opened his eyes. A black light burst out from the void in front of him and dissipated.    

"Damn it!" Someone has actually disturbed the spiritual consciousness that was left behind by the secret technique of our small sect, and has broken my most important ring. "    

He could no longer maintain his upright posture and abruptly stood up. There was actually a meteorite falling from the sky above the hall, but if one looked carefully, it was not a rock falling from the sky above the hall. Instead, it was a rock falling from the sky, and one could not tell where it came from.    

This pressure actually reached the peak of the late stage of the Tenth Heaven, the peak of the martial dao realm!    

"It's actually from the Qing-Yun Sect!"    

The middle-aged man's dragon eyes swept across the empty space. Ripples surged through the empty space before an illusory golden light quietly appeared.    

His eyes were like daggers as they directly penetrated through the illusory golden light. After which, his fierce gaze shot over viciously.    

At this moment, in the back mountain of the Qing-Yun Sect.    

Ling Jian looked at the illusionary body and felt the surging pressure on it. With a clench of his right hand, a palm-sized mountain appeared, and was about to be punched out. However, just as he was about to make his preparations, the illusionary body was directly crushed by a vicious light.    

However, very soon, a pressure even fiercer than before it disappeared. It directly caused the entire world to shake, and the surrounding streams to hang out upside down.    

A sharp gaze directly landed on Ling Jian, and the sound of killing rang out in the surroundings.    

"It's actually our sect's little Heaven's Soft Armor?!"    

"It was you, brat, who killed my pitiful child!"    

A pair of solid eyes swept out, causing Ling Jian's body to immediately fly backwards as if he had suffered a heavy injury. His chest felt stuffy, and he almost vomited out a mouthful of blood.    

"Jie Tianya?!"    

This pressure caused Ling Jian to tense up. The giant spirit body appeared behind him, and with a shake of both hands, a punch was thrown out!    

The palm-sized fist soared in the wind. After approaching the imperial decree of the sect, it turned into a huge mountain and ruthlessly collided with it.    

Boom!    

The mountain collapsed and three streams of light fell onto the ground. Ling Jian was once again enveloped by the pressure as he stared helplessly at the three objects falling to the side, unable to reach them.    

"Your Qing-Yun Sect is truly audacious! How dare you even kill my son after eating that bear heart leopard!"    

"Kid, you are Ling Jian right? "If you kill my son, then I will slaughter the entire Qing-Yun Sect as a sacrifice for my poor child."    

In the air, after the orders from the sect, a surging golden light appeared. Jie Tianya's cold and murderous voice came from a black hole.    

The Spiritual Aura around the black hole dissipated. It was as though it was unable to acknowledge the destructive power that had erupted out of it.    

Boom! Boom! Boom!    

A frightening storm swept forth from the cave entrance. A frightening oppressive might began to surge forth from the other side of the black hole.    

This Jie Tianya actually intends to break through the distance shackles and forcefully take action, intending to kill Ling Jian on the spot!    

"..."