fantasy novels Chapter 15 Punishment Without a Word
Chapter 15 Punishment Without a Word
The young man in the robes was also taken aback, and a hint of helplessness crept into his slightly regretful expression: "It seems that Xiao Fa has also failed!"
Qiu Xuankuang, standing to the side, sighed softly with regret: "Grandmaster, that should be it!"
Wang Yan heard it clearly and felt a chill run down his spine.
Grandmaster?
"No wonder his eyes don't look like a young person's. He probably looks young, but is actually of high seniority and has a high level of cultivation?"
The young man in the robes looked rather disheartened, then frowned and waved dismissively at Wang Yan and the others: "What are you still doing here? This is the Divine Inscription Hall, not the Divine Practice Hall!"
After Qiu Xuankuang explained in a low voice, the young man in the robe couldn't help but look at Wang Yan with surprise. His gaze instantly became incredibly clear, as if it could penetrate Wang Yan's body.
Wang Yan's heart skipped a beat, and all the divine characters in his sea of consciousness instinctively trembled slightly at this moment, releasing a large amount of great power energy, forming a thin mist.
However, this feeling of being seen through was only blocked for a brief moment, no more than three breaths.
Then, the powerful energy disappeared, and Wang Yan's heart was struck as if by a heavy hammer, then began to beat wildly, as if it would jump out of his throat at any moment.
He involuntarily took a step back, crashing into Qiao Bendi, and only managed to stand up with the help of this muscular senior brother.
But his heart was still pounding like a drum, and he felt an indescribable exhaustion, as if that one moment had drained all the strength from his body.
Wang Yan was shocked: "That gaze is stronger than any X-ray!"
However, the young man in the robe quickly concealed the sharpness in his eyes, revealing only indifference and displeasure.
"Born into poverty, and only been in the sect for three and a half months, you've already come up with a new divine script that surpasses the inner sect's pursuit techniques? Hmph, you truly don't know your own limitations, thinking you're the only smart one in the world?"
That disdainful tone and arrogant gaze immediately made Wang Yan feel disgusted again.
No, it's not that I'm ignorant or arrogant, but the writing skills in this world are indeed quite poor!
Wang Yan muttered to himself, but wary of the man's formidable strength, he forcibly suppressed the urge to show off. He bowed, lowered his eyes slightly, and politely greeted the young man: "This disciple's sea of consciousness is of low level, so naturally I want to try this method. Whether it works or not, I must try it, so that my cultivation will not have been in vain."
He no longer used the phrase "keep your eyes open and your ears open" to test this person.
Little did he know that when he greeted the young man in the Dharma robe and addressed him as "Grandmaster," a glint of unexpected brilliance appeared in the young man's eyes.
After exchanging greetings, Wang Yan straightened his back and said, "Furthermore, I believe that in the past, my seniors and fellow disciples may have been accustomed to grouping characters with similar meanings like 'divine' together, missing out on certain special combinations. Now, I have abandoned my old ways of thinking and tried other methods, and I have succeeded!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Yan saw the young man in the magic robe slightly furrow his brows, his displeasure deepening.
Immediately afterwards, a tremendous force, almost tangible, pressed down on Wang Yan's chest.
闷！
I feel so suffocated!
My breathing, which was originally free, suddenly became extremely difficult, as if it were being pressed down by a boulder.
"Heavens above, why did he suddenly attack? And the destructive power of that powerful gaze is truly astounding!"
Wang Yan's pupils dilated violently, and his body instinctively retreated. At the same time, he mobilized his internal energy and activated the two divine characters "Transformation" and "Defense" in his sea of consciousness.
However, after releasing only a small amount of their immense power, they had already consumed ninety percent of the profound energy within Wang Yan's body, leaving his meridians completely empty.
Wang Yan immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
This method won't work!
"What should I use to defend myself... He's too strong, I'm too weak... Yes, Tai Chi!"
Wang Yan's spirits lifted, and while breathing heavily, he quickly formed the seven divine characters "Tai Chi Four Ounces Deflect a Thousand Pounds" in his mind.
As soon as they came together, they immediately unleashed several different powerful forces, which in the blink of an eye conjured a small, invisible hand. This hand, carrying wisps of mist, spontaneously drew circles and swirled continuously, absorbing some of the invisible pressure on Wang Yan's chest, which was as heavy as Mount Tai, and then relieving some of it.
Moreover, it only consumes one-tenth of the profound energy.
Wang Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then quickly changed "Body Speed Growth" in the inlaid column to "Mysterious Speed Growth".
The speed at which Xuan Qi was restored was twice as fast.
The seven characters of Tai Chi continuously transform into small hands, constantly guiding the energy ball to rotate and relieve pressure.
However, Wang Yan still felt a tightness in his chest and couldn't breathe properly.
My face gradually felt hot and flushed from the pressure.
Wang Yan took deep breaths, panting heavily, to inhale the little oxygen he had and then focused his energy on the character "巧" (skillful).
A fierce anger ignited in his heart.
"This is utterly unreasonable! Punishing a junior without a second thought—where is the demeanor of a respected senior?"
"Hmm, wait a minute, why is the pressure increasing?"
"He continued to pressure me because I resisted!"
The surge of passion and energy is dwindling.
Her once burning face gradually lost its warmth, and she began to feel a lifeless chill...
The sounds around me gradually faded away, and I felt as if I were being ruthlessly isolated from the world, with only coldness slowly enveloping me.
Wang Yan's ears began to buzz due to lack of blood and air.
The muscles of the eyeball. Slowly and uncontrollably bulge forward, being pulled.
it hurts!
"No, I shouldn't be treated like this! I can't just sit here and wait to die!"
"I am indeed weak! I can't even withstand a single glance from a powerful being!"
"However, Tai Chi's method of deflecting force relies not only on internal energy, but also on inertia!"
The seven divine words of "Tai Chi uses four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds" must be accelerated!
"Let him be strong as he may, the gentle breeze still caresses the mountain ridge!"
Wang Yan was filled with grief and anguish. While struggling to breathe, he continued to mobilize all the divine combinations that could help reduce his strength in his still-uncollapsed sea of consciousness.
"Get moving, become a tornado, become a perpetual motion machine!"
"Use skillful force, use neutralizing force; I must seize every point of leverage and control it!"
A few breaths later, within a step in front of Wang Yan, the distorted air and the immense power of heaven and earth rapidly formed a vertical, constantly swirling circle.
The young man in the robes focused his gaze, and the invisible pressure he brought was quickly deflected as soon as he came into contact with the ever-rotating circle of great power. Only a very small amount of power pressed down on Wang Yan behind the circle.
The young man in the robe, who had been looking displeased, suddenly raised his slightly furrowed brows, a hint of surprise appearing in his dignified gaze.
Qiu Xuankuang and Qiao Bendu stared incredulously at the strange circle, their mouths slightly agape.
Zhao Mingtong, standing to the side, stared wide-eyed in astonishment, then wiped his eyes in disbelief, continuing to stare at the circle before blankly looking at Wang Yan.
Then, the young man in the robe raised an eyebrow, narrowed his eyes slightly, and the oppressive aura in his pupils intensified.
Qiu Xuankuang's eyes bulged, he opened his mouth in a panic, then closed it again in fear, and then grabbed Huo Erdan and Di Nan, who were walking forward at the same time.
Zhao Mingtong, Zhong Jinghuo, and Zhu Siniu glanced at them, then exchanged gloating and mocking looks.
The other Lingya disciples all looked at the imposing young man in his robes with fear, not daring to utter a sound.
The first floor fell silent.