Chapter 824 Master Zhao, What Do You Mean?

Kang Jingchen was complaining in his heart, but he didn't want to lose in momentum, so he said with all his strength: "The remnants of Xuantian Palace, don't be so arrogant here! How can the Dagan Dynasty allow you to run wild!"

Ling Jianchen's eyes turned cold, and his eyes like substance pierced Kang Jingchen: "Huh, remnants? When did the Dagan Dynasty become so upside down.

I came here today just because I can't stand you bullying the weak.

Wanzemen has its own choices. You are trying to control them in the name of recruiting. It's really shameless."

The counselors saw that the situation was not good and took a few steps back. They didn't want to become cannon fodder in this conflict with a huge disparity in strength.

The guards held the magic weapons in their hands tightly. Although they were afraid in their hearts, they dared not slack off in their duties.

But their eyes revealed obvious uneasiness.

Zhao Yun and Zhao Wushan saw Kang Jingchen so flustered, but they felt funny in their hearts.

It turns out that there are people who are afraid of the Dagan royal family.

In the face of absolute strength, the sense of superiority of the royal family is indeed not worth mentioning.

Zhao Yun took a step forward and was about to speak.

Ling Jianchen waved his hand slightly: "Master Zhao, there is no need to thank me. I don't like the style of the royal family. Since I have encountered it today, I will not stand idly by."

After that, he became more powerful, and a pressure like a surging wave pressed towards Kang Jingchen and others.

He looked very righteous.

Zhao Yun frowned, full of helplessness: Is this what I want to say? When did I say I would thank you Xuantian Temple? I thank you a big head ghost!

Feeling the pressure released by Ling Jianchen, Kang Jingchen's breathing suddenly stagnated, and he secretly complained in his heart.

Those who can become elders in Xuantian Temple are indeed not weak.

The counselors behind him were also panicked at this time, knowing that today's matter could not be resolved.

One of the counselors leaned close to Kang Jingchen's ear and whispered, "Your Highness, we should not dwell on this matter any more. The other party's strength is unknown. Let's go back and discuss it."

Kang Jingchen gritted his teeth, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, but he could not retreat easily, otherwise it would be difficult to explain to the royal family when he returned.

He originally wanted to consolidate his position in the dynasty by recruiting Wanzemen, but now he was interrupted by Xuantian Palace and failed.

He winked at the Huashen Realm guard beside him, and the guard understood, stepped forward, unsheathed the long sword in his hand, and the sword light flashed, trying to resist Ling Jianchen's pressure.

The Huashen Realm guard swung the long sword, and a sharp sword energy slashed towards Ling Jianchen, shouting, "Don't be presumptuous, no matter who you are from Xuantian Palace, if you dare to stop the prince from doing things today, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The sword energy was like a long rainbow piercing the sun, cutting through the air and making a sharp whistling sound.

Ling Jianchen just sneered slightly, without moving, and just waved his hand lightly.

A powerful spiritual power surged out, like an invisible giant wall, easily blocking the seemingly fierce sword energy.

The moment the sword energy touched the spiritual power wall, it dissipated into nothingness like bubbles.

"Just you? You dare to fight me?" Ling Jianchen's voice was full of disdain, and the contempt in his eyes made the guard look ashamed and angry.

Seeing this, Kang Jingchen knew that he couldn't retreat so easily, and shouted: "Xuantian Palace is already an enemy of my Dagan Royal Family. Are you provoking me here today? Do you want to provoke a bigger dispute?"

He tried to stabilize the situation with words, and at the same time hoped to arouse the people around him to maintain the majesty of the royal family.

But he thought too much. In Wanze City, everyone is from Wanzemen.

The people of Wanzemen have never received the favor of the Dagan Royal Family.

Wanzemen is their heaven, and Wanze City is their land.

If Zhao Yun and the others don't move, no one will move.

Ling Jianchen laughed loudly: "Provoke disputes? Isn't what the Dagan royal family has done in these years enough to provoke disputes?

Your suppression and control of various sects have long been chilling.

Today I am just standing on the side of justice to stop your evil deeds."

As he said that, his figure flashed and rushed towards the guard like a purple lightning.

In an instant, the swords intersected, the light shone, and the powerful spiritual power fluctuations spread around with the two as the center.

The surrounding tables and chairs were broken under the impact of the spiritual power, and wood chips flew everywhere.

Those counselors were so scared that they ran around looking for a place to hide.

Cracks began to appear on the walls of the banquet hall, as if they could not bear the heavy weight under this powerful force.

The disciples of Wanze Sect quickly retreated and waited for it.

The guard in the God Transformation Realm only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and Ling Jianchen had already arrived in front of him, and his speed was far faster than he imagined.

The long sword in his hand collided with Ling Jianchen's sword, and a huge force came, which made his palm numb and his arm sore.

He was shocked. Ling Jianchen's strength far exceeded his expectations.

Each attack contained a force like a tidal wave, so he could only defend with all his strength and had no power to fight back.

Ling Jianchen looked relaxed, and his sword skills were sharp and varied.

He was already a realm higher than the guard, and every move and every style accurately attacked the guard's flaws.

His eyes were full of coldness, as if in his eyes, the guard in front of him was just a chess piece that could be manipulated at will.

"A lackey of the Dagan royal family, nothing more than that." He sneered while attacking.

Kang Jingchen was anxious watching from the side, he knew that this guard in the spirit transformation realm was his last reliance.

If even he was defeated, then today he would really be in a desperate situation.

He secretly circulated his spiritual power and secretly sent out a distress signal.

Zhao Yun and Zhao Wushan watched this inexplicable battle and couldn't help but frown slightly.

These people fought recklessly in Wanze City, and they really didn't take Wanzemen seriously at all.

It seems that if they don't show their true abilities to these people, they really think that Wanzemen is a soft persimmon that can be manipulated at will.

Zhao Yun winked at Zhao Wushan, and the two were ready to attack at the same time, using their true strength to completely shock these people.

Zhao Wushan took a step forward, muttering something in his mouth, and quickly forming seals with his hands.

A huge spiritual power shield appeared above the banquet hall, covering the entire hall.

The shield exuded a soft light, and the wood chips and fragments that flew around due to the battle slowly slid down as if they were stuck in a quagmire when they touched the shield.

This shield can not only prevent the damage to the surrounding environment caused by the aftermath of the battle, but also prevent Zhao Yun from accidentally using too much force to demolish Wanze City.

After all, this is the city they built with their own hands. If there is any loss, they will be distressed.

Then.

Zhao Yun snorted coldly, and his figure flashed, and he instantly appeared in the battle circle between Ling Jianchen and the guards.

He waved the spear in his hand, and a majestic spear light was like a silver dragon out of the sea, slashing towards the gap between Ling Jianchen and the guards with great momentum.

The spear light contained Zhao Yun's powerful spiritual power. Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart, making bursts of explosions, and forcibly separated the two.

"Enough!" Zhao Yun's voice was like a huge bell, echoing in the hall.

Ling Jianchen was slightly startled, and looked at Zhao Yun in surprise. There was a flash of displeasure in his eyes, but more of shock. He found that he seemed to have underestimated the strength of Wanzemen.

"Master Zhao, what do you mean?"