119: Chapter 118 One-Hit Kill

Jiang Yueling stared blankly for a moment, then smiled.

In that smile, there was a hint of playfulness, a hint of deep interest, and a few hints of something inexplicable.

"Fine." She nodded. "Then let’s begin."

With a wave of her hand, the dishes and wine jars on the table were swept to the ground; cups and plates shattered, and soup splattered everywhere.

The next instant, her figure shot up from the ground, suspending herself in mid-air.

Her Aura climbed steadily.

Her Early Golden Core Stage cultivation was released without reservation, far stronger than during the sparring match at the banquet a few days ago. Treasure light flowed across her body as Magic Treasures emerged one after another—

The hairpin atop her head was a Grade Four High Grade Spirit Treasure, currently emitting a faint golden light.

The bracelet on her wrist consisted of a string of seven beads, each a Third-grade High Grade defensive Magical Artifact; they lit up simultaneously, deploying seven layers of protective barriers around her.

The anklet on her ankle jingled softly, producing a crisp sound. It was a movement-assisting Magical Artifact that could double her speed.

The long dress she wore looked ordinary, but it was actually a Grade Three Medium Grade Magical Robe with astonishing defensive power.

Three offensive Magic Treasures also circled her—a Flying Sword, an Ancient Seal, and a Bronze Mirror. Each glowed with treasure light, emitting a heart-palpitating pressure.

There was even a Spiritual Artifact—a bead the size of a dragon's eye—hovering above her head, casting a faint halo that enveloped her entire being.

Magnificent.

Extravagant.

Incomparable.

The Shenduan Sect lacked many things, but Magic Treasures were not among them. And she, the beloved disciple of a Nascent Soul True Lord, possessed enough treasures to make anyone green with envy.

In contrast, there was Yun Ming.

He hovered in the air, facing Jiang Yueling from a distance.

No Flying Sword, no Magical Artifact, and no flowing treasure light.

He just stood there, like a plain, simple stone.

Yun Ming spoke: "Are you ready?"

Jiang Yueling laughed until she trembled, the treasure lights on her body swaying along with her, dazzling and brilliant.

"I should be the one asking you that."

As her voice fell, she struck.

The hairpin on her head transformed into a golden stream of light, piercing straight toward Yun Ming's face! The bracelet on her wrist shone brilliantly as seven layers of barriers protected her airtight! Her anklet jingled, and her figure instantly vanished from its spot!

The three offensive Magic Treasures were triggered simultaneously—the Flying Sword tore through the air, the Ancient Seal suppressed from above, and the Bronze Mirror shot out a blazing pillar of light!

The halo cast by the Spiritual Artifact bead above her head grew even more intense, shrouding her completely; any attack entering that halo would be weakened by thirty percent.

As for herself, her hands formed seals, and a layer of hazy moon-white light rose around her body.

Condensed Moon Divine Light.

Her innate Divine Ability.

Wherever the divine light shone, mountains were split, rivers were severed, and all life was extinguished.

The sky was filled with an overwhelming onslaught.

And Yun Ming—

He made no move.

He did not summon a Magic Treasure, did not cast a Spell, and did not dodge.

He simply watched the sky-filling attacks, watched those terrifying offensives that were enough to blast an ordinary Early Golden Core Stage cultivator into dust, and then—

He charged right into them.

Yun Ming was like a fired cannonball, crashing straight into that torrential flood of Magic Treasures.

The first thing he collided with was the Third-grade High Grade Flying Sword. The sword tip pierced toward his throat with a sharp Aura and chilling Sword Intent. Yun Ming didn't even blink, letting the sword tip strike his body—the moonlight flowing frost robe dented slightly before springing back, and the Flying Sword let out a wail as its body shattered, fragments scattering everywhere.

The second was the Ancient Seal. The seal expanded with the wind, transforming into the size of a small mountain in the blink of an eye, suppressing him from above. Yun Ming raised his hand and punched the bottom of the seal. With a thunderous boom, the Ancient Seal exploded into a cloud of dust, without even a single intact shard left.

Third, the pillar of light from the Bronze Mirror struck, blazing hot enough to melt refined steel. Yun Ming passed through that light; the edges of his robes were slightly charred, but his speed did not slow by even half a fraction.

Fourth, fifth, sixth—

Those Magic Treasures landed on Yun Ming as if they were hitting a moving mountain of iron, crumbling, exploding, and turning into scrap metal one after another.

The Grade Four High Grade hairpin transformed into golden light and pierced forward, the sharpest strike of this wave of attacks. Yun Ming didn't even look, casually flicking it away—

Ding!

The hairpin let out a crisp sound as it was forcefully flicked away, tumbling a dozen times in the air before barely stabilizing.

Jiang Yueling's pupils suddenly constricted.

What on earth was this man's Physical Body made of?!

Yun Ming's Aura continued to climb.

Inside his Dantian, five Golden Cores spun frantically. Gold, green, red, black, and white lights intertwined, transforming into a Boundless power that flooded into his limbs and bones. His speed increased by thirty percent, his Aura strengthened by thirty percent, and he became like a burning meteor, crashing straight toward Jiang Yueling!

Jiang Yueling gritted her teeth, desperately circulating her Condensed Moon Divine Light.

Moon-white ripples surged toward Yun Ming like a tide; wherever they passed, space distorted and all things withered. This was her most powerful Divine Ability, the trump card she took pride in.

Yet the moment those divine lights touched Yun Ming, he smashed right through them!

It wasn't a block or a neutralization; he literally shattered them with his body!

Those moon-white lights were like fragile glass, crumbling into nothingness before him piece by piece.

Jiang Yueling's pupils shrank to the size of needlepoints.

She watched helplessly as that figure charged in front of her, watched as that hand slowly clenched into a fist, and watched as that fist, carrying the force of a thousand thunderclaps, swung toward her.

The moment that punch landed, space began to crack.

It wasn't a metaphor; it truly cracked. Wherever the fist passed, the Void Realm was like fragile porcelain, manifesting pitch-black cracks. Those cracks spread outward with an ear-piercing 'kaka' sound that made one's scalp tingle.

The defensive Magic Treasures on Jiang Yueling's body lit up simultaneously.

The first layer of protection, shattered.

The second layer, shattered.

The third layer, fourth layer, fifth layer—

All seven layers of barriers exploded in an instant, turning into a sky full of light specks.

The seven beads on her bracelet exploded at the same time, fragments flying everywhere.

The Magical Robe on her body flickered erratically before tearing open in several places with a 'chila' sound.

The dragon-eye-sized spiritual bead above her head flickered violently, swaying as if it might go out at any moment.

Even the Grade Four High Grade hairpin let out an overburdened creak as fine cracks appeared on its body, looking as if it would break at any second.

Looking at that fist getting closer and closer, Jiang Yueling's mind suddenly went blank.

She couldn't dodge.

She couldn't block.

She was going to die.

She was really going to die.

In that instant, countless images flashed before her eyes—being taken in by her Master as a child, her first time Cultivating, her first Breakthrough to Foundation Establishment, the first time she mastered the Condensed Moon Divine Light, her first victory in the Sect Grand Competition, the first time she was surrounded by admirers, the first time she came to this 'backwater' place of Ximing Continent, and the first time she met that man named Yun Ming...

With every image that flashed by, another defensive Magic Treasure on her body exploded.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang—

A series of dense explosions rang out in the sky, like celebratory fireworks.

Then, that fist landed squarely on her face.

BOOM—!

Jiang Yueling was sent flying backward like a fired cannonball, even faster than she had come. Her body smashed through the first mountain, the second mountain, the third mountain—

After smashing through seventeen mountain peaks in a row, she finally came to a stop.

Dust filled the air, and broken rocks flew everywhere.