Capítulo 711: Chapter 722: Falling Fist
Originally, when the Fla Core Shield descended, Qin Xingyuan’s face was full of ferocity, having already envisioned Wang Yan’s pitiful look of begging for rcy when trapped by it.
But suddenly the situation changed; the Fla Core Shield calmly floated into Wang Yan’s hand.
Qin Xingyuan was shocked and recited the secret incantation in his mind, wanting to retrieve the Fla Core Shield.
However, no matter how he attempted the secret incantation, the Fla Core Shield just lay motionlessly in Wang Yan’s hand.
Seeing this, Qin Xingyuan was stunned for a mont, then suddenly exclaid, “You… you actually know the incantation for the Fla Core Shield?”
Upon hearing this, Yan Shilin was also taken aback.
Every magical treasure has a controlling incantation; thus, even if one acquires the treasure, without knowing the incantation, one can only temporarily control it until its true owner recites the incantation to reclaim it.
Just like Qin Xingyuan attempted to reclaim the Fla Core Shield earlier.
This incantation is more secretive than the treasure itself and would never be passed on.
But this Wang Yan actually knows the incantation of the Fla Core Shield.
This is far more terrifying than rely stealing the Fla Core Shield.
By now, Qin Xingyuan’s eyes were wide open, glaring tightly at Wang Yan, and he demanded, “How exactly did you co to know this incantation?”
Wang Yan flipped his hand, retrieving the Fla Core Shield into the Starlight Ring, then smiled slightly, “Of course, you told .”
“Nonsense! How could I possibly tell you?” Qin Xingyuan exclaid angrily.
Yet, after uttering these words, Qin Xingyuan paused for a mont and then said, “Could it be that when I recited the incantation earlier, you overheard?”
Thinking back carefully, that seed to be the case, and Wang Yan had deliberately invoked the Fla Core Shield earlier to trap Qin Xingyuan, precisely to trick him into revealing the incantation.
Now that Wang Yan has learned the incantation, the Fla Core Shield has beco entirely his.
At this revelation, Yan Shilin was astounded; though he still didn’t know Wang Yan’s cultivation level, a profound wariness towards Wang Yan welled up in his heart.
This Wang Yan seed calm and unruffled, but he calculated every step flawlessly, keeping his opponents under his control.
However, Qin Xingyuan was enraged, repeatedly mocked by Wang Yan, having completely lost his reason.
He roared, “Boy, don’t think a little cleverness allows you to act lawlessly. In this world, strength determines everything. Now I’ll kill you.”
As he spoke, Qin Xingyuan’s eyes turned blood-red, and he roared, releasing a powerful cultivation of the Demon Emperor Tier into the sky.
With this cultivation, a hyena-shaped Demon Pattern appeared above Qin Xingyuan’s head, on which three Soul Stars rotated slowly.
The three Soul Stars were respectively orange, yellow, and green. Especially the crisp, bright green one was particularly conspicuous among them.
Seeing this, Yan Shilin nodded unconsciously, thinking: As expected from the Outer Guan Qin Family, even their disciples’ Soul Stars are extraordinary. Just these three Soul Stars demonstrate Qin Xingyuan’s imnse strength. This ti, Wang Yan might not withstand it. Although I plan to help him, I’m not rushing. I’ll first observe his cultivation level and then decide. But I guess, at most, Wang Yan is rely at the Demon King level.
At this point, Qin Xingyuan arrogantly laughed, “Hahaha, Wang Yan, keep pretending. I want to see your actual cultivation! Show your Demon Pattern.”
With that, Qin Xingyuan’s powerful Demon Emperor’s pressure bore down on Wang Yan.
This pressure was not only from Qin Xingyuan himself but also reinforced by the three Soul Stars, especially the green Emperor Tier Soul Star, equating to two Demon Emperors’ pressure, together directed at Wang Yan.
Qin Xingyuan’s face bore a cold sneer, believing that before absolute strength, all sches and tricks were futile.
Thus, now Qin Xingyuan wanted to see what the mysterious Wang Yan’s actual cultivation was—whether he was a Demon Master or a Demon King.
As this pressure reached Wang Yan, Ouyang Feiting couldn’t help but tremble, stepping back.
Under the Demon Emperor’s pressure, the Demon King-level Ouyang Feiting could not stand firm.
Seeing Ouyang Feiting retreat, Qin Xingyuan beca even more triumphant, laughing, “Even the woman who could protect you now has no strength left to resist, and you still won’t kneel to .”
At this, Qin Xingyuan shouted again, his entire pressure surging more fiercely against Wang Yan.
Seeing this, Yan Shilin sighed inwardly, thinking: It seems I need to act this ti. But under Qin Xingyuan’s pressure, I must reveal my Demon Pattern to contend with him.
With this in mind, Yan Shilin was about to reveal his Demon Pattern to aid Wang Yan.
But just then, Wang Yan suddenly raised a hand, gently pulling Ouyang Feiting’s hand, and she stopped retreating.
Moreover, Ouyang Feiting imdiately relaxed as if the Demon Emperor’s pressure that had been weighing on her disappeared instantly.
“What’s going on?” Yan Shilin widened his eyes and stared intently.
Upon closer inspection, he was even more frightened. Not only had Ouyang Feiting’s pressure vanished, but Wang Yan stood there as if unaffected by Qin Xingyuan’s pressure at all.
Had Yan Shilin not been standing by, clearly feeling the aftershocks of Qin Xingyuan’s pressure, he would have thought Qin Xingyuan hadn’t released any pressure.
Seeing this, Qin Xingyuan also stood dumbfounded.
His eyes widened, he stared blankly at Wang Yan, disbelief on his face.
“What’s happening? You’re not afraid of my pressure at all? What is your cultivation level?” Qin Xingyuan stamred.
Wang Yan smiled slightly, “You’re not qualified to know.”
Qin Xingyuan paused for a mont, then angrily said, “I don’t believe it. You must have a magical treasure that hides your cultivation and resists my pressure. You want to deceive ? You’re still too inexperienced. I will unveil your true face.”
With that, Qin Xingyuan shouted, leaping up, bringing the Demon Emperor’s pressure, and with the montum of the three Soul Stars, all concentrated in his fist.
This full-force punch struck fiercely toward Wang Yan.
This punch was no ordinary one; even as Qin Xingyuan was still in mid-air, its enormous power radiated out, pressing down on the ground.
Sand beneath Wang Yan imdiately turned to dust, and a massive fist imprint faintly appeared under his feet.
“This is the end!” Yan Shilin cried inwardly.
Yet, at this mont, he dared not face Qin Xingyuan’s mighty punch directly, and could only watch helplessly as it descended upon Wang Yan.
Then Wang Yan smiled slightly, and as Qin Xingyuan’s blow fell, he threw a punch to et it.
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