nycdaug Chapter 441: His Royal Highness the Son of God's Defense is Broken
Chapter 441: His Royal Highness the Son of God's Defense is Broken
Hearing that the temple had surrounded the Xuanjian Sect, Yun Ruopiao and Su Qingning, the brother and sister Su Qingyu, were inevitably a little worried, but they did not show it.
Because Yun Ruopiao believed in her husband, while Su Qingning and Su Qingyu believed in their father. They all believed that Su Huaijin was a general who had killed countless demons. Since he was able to fight his way out of the City of Sin, he would definitely be able to defeat the Temple and come back alive.
"Son Ling, sometimes, it's better not to be too confident." Su Qingning suddenly spoke up. She looked at Ling Xiaohan coldly and said, "In the battle between the Temple and the City of Sin, the outcome is still uncertain!"
Ling Xiaohan heard the voice and looked over. When he saw that Su Qingning and Yun Ruopiao had faces that were 80% similar, he guessed their identities.
"Are you the daughter of Miss Yun and the Lord of the City of Sin?" Ling Xiaohan looked at Su Qingning scrutinizingly, then said with pity, "You did inherit your mother's beauty, but it's a pity that with a father like that, you were destined to carry sin from birth."
Huh? Su Qingning laughed in anger. What did it mean to have a father like that? What happened to her father? Her father was a general who fought against the demons. He was a hero.
However, before Su Qingning could open her mouth to criticize Ling Xiaohan, Su Qingyu on the side couldn't help but start cursing first.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Su Qingyu rushed over, pointed at Ling Xiaohan's nose and started scolding him, "Did you eat shit? Otherwise, why does your mouth stink so much? Aren't you tired of looking up at the sky all the time? What's the matter? Are your eyes on the top of your head, or do you want to show off your thick, black nose hairs?"
Originally, when Ling Xiaohan heard Su Qingyu scolding him, his face turned cold and he wanted to get angry, but when he heard the word "nose hair", his expression froze, and he looked embarrassed and ashamed.
Then, he quickly lowered his raised chin and covered his nose with his hands, as if he was afraid that his nose hair would be exposed and damage his image as Su Qingyu said.
However, Su Qingyu's scolding did not end in his ears. After criticizing Ling Xiaohan's facial features, he started to comment on his clothes.
"Tsk tsk, just because you're wearing a white robe, you think you're so handsome and extraordinary? If someone doesn't know you, they'd think you're in mourning!"
Upon hearing this, the faces of those who were also dressed in white froze at the same time. They glared at Su Qingyu with anger and helplessness, thinking that he was too aggressive with his mouth, which was really infuriating.
Even Ling Xiaohan, who was so good at disguise, was so angry at Su Qingyu that his face was distorted and his eyes were murderous.
"You brat, you're looking for death!"
Ling Xiao was so angry that he lost his mind. He raised his hand and slapped Su Qingyu with a fierce momentum, and it was obvious that he wanted to kill the other party.
But unfortunately, with Yun Ruo floating around, his goal was doomed to fail.
"Oh!"
Yun Ruopiao raised her hand to catch Ling Xiaohan's palm. When the two palms collided, a powerful aura spread out in all directions. Those with low cultivation were affected by the aftermath of the spiritual power and were knocked away one by one, suffering minor injuries.
"Son Ling, you are bullying my son in front of me. You are going too far and being too arrogant." Yun Ruopiao's eyes were filled with anger and her face was as gloomy as water.
Feeling the powerful spiritual power contained in Yun Ruopiao's palm, Ling Xiaohan was shocked. He was already shocked when he knew that Yun Ruopiao was at the Saint Venerable Realm. But now, Yun Ruopiao actually caught his palm, and her spiritual power was comparable to his. What did this mean? This meant that Yun Ruopiao's cultivation level at this time was similar to his.
But, how is this possible? !
Ling Xiaohan was unwilling to believe that Yun Ruopiao's cultivation was the same as his. He had practiced for hundreds of years before breaking through to the seventh level of Saint Venerable, but how old was Yun Ruopiao?
If Yun Ruopiao really reached the same level of cultivation as himself in just thirty years, Ling Xiaohan would feel that he was a waste.
"Yun Ruopiao, you said you didn't practice any evil magic. If you didn't, how could your cultivation level increase so quickly? And how could you possibly have taken my palm?"
Ling Xiao questioned in a cold voice, even though he knew very well that Yun Ruopiao did not practice any evil arts, and that all this was framed by him and the Liu family, but he could only use such an explanation to deceive himself. Only in this way could he soothe the jealousy and inferiority in his heart.
"Ha!" Yun Ruopiao sneered and said sarcastically, "Just because you can't do it doesn't mean I can't do it either. You have to know that there are always people better than you. In this world, there are many people who are more talented and stronger than you."
After he finished speaking, Yun Ruopiao once again mobilized his spiritual power and directly knocked Ling Xiaohan away.
"Bang!" Ling Xiaohan fell heavily to the ground. He raised his head and looked at Yun Ruopiao, his eyes full of disbelief. "No, this is impossible. You can't have such a high level of cultivation at your age. You must have practiced some evil magic. Yes, that must be it."
Ling Xiaohan's broken defense made the others present more or less shatter their illusions about the temple. They felt that the temple was not that powerful after all, and the high and mighty Son of God did not seem holy enough to be looked up to.