Dragon-Marked War God

The silver-haired man looked at Yan Qingcheng coldly, unconcerned. How much could this woman be capable of? She wanted to fight him? What a fool’s dream.

“You may be too confident in yourself. You aren’t qualified. If I want the Candle Dragon Sword, no one can stop me.”

The silver-haired man said in a deep voice, unconcerned. In his eyes, Jiang Chen was already at the end of his strength. Even if Yan Qingcheng and Tuoba Longyu joined forces against him, it would absolutely not be that easy. Times had changed, and he was finally about to act.

“The Desolate Divine Land, the Earth Barbarian Clan, one of the four great barbarian clans. Do you think you can fool me?”

Yan Qingcheng’s voice was cold, but her words made the silver-haired man’s face grow darker and darker. Who exactly was this woman, that she could see so clearly even which clan he belonged to? Could it be that he had already been seen through completely before he even entered the Drawing Sword Sect?

“The Earth Barbarian Clan? Who on earth is this guy?”

Jian Dongliu also said in great shock. Clearly he was making all sorts of guesses about the silver-haired man’s identity. But whoever he was, it would not be easy for him to take the Candle Dragon Sword, because Tuoba Longyu had already made his move. He had always stayed neutral, yet now he had helped Jiang Chen. Jian Dongliu found it extremely strange. Even when he himself had been seriously injured, Tuoba Longyu had not stepped in. What on earth was this guy thinking?

“The Earth Barbarian Clan, the Earth Barbarian Clan. Could it be him!”

Tantai Jingzang knit her delicate brows and murmured in a low voice.

“Not long ago, the Earth Barbarian Clan produced a peerless expert of unmatched talent. He challenged the entire Earth Barbarian Clan, and no one could contend with him. This person’s name is Bai Wenjun.”

Tantai Jingzang’s words made the silver-haired young man gradually raise his head and puff out his chest. He shook his head and said:

“Since you already know who I am, there’s no need for me to keep hiding.”

Bai Wenjun looked proud. His strength had reached the Minor Heaven-Reaching stage of the Mid Divine Emperor Realm, exactly the same as Jun Tianchou. But in his eyes, Jun Tianchou was nothing but a fool. In a situation like this, with heroes gathered together, trying to take the Candle Dragon Sword straight from Jiang Chen’s hand was a fool’s dream, yet he still refused to back off and fought Jiang Chen to the death. When both sides were wounded, that would be the best time for him to act.

“Rumor has it that the genius disciple of the Earth Barbarian Clan swept across three hundred thousand li of the northern part of the Desolate Divine Land, hardly ever meeting a match. He slaughtered a hundred thousand members of the Ghost Barbarian Clan and became famous in a single battle. People tremble at the mere mention of his name.”

Tantai Jingzang’s beautiful eyes flickered. Their Fossil Sect was located at the border between the Desolate Divine Land and the Central Region Divine Land, so naturally she knew quite a lot about the Desolate Divine Land. This guy from the Earth Barbarian Clan had indeed swept all before him and been invincible among the barbarian clans.

“Since you know, why don’t you hurry up and step aside? Must you wait for me to carve a bloody path?”

Bai Wenjun said with a smile.

“The Earth Barbarian Clan is one of the four great clans of the Desolate Divine Land. You should never have set foot in the Central Region Divine Land. It seems you’ve forgotten the promise made back then.”

Yan Qingcheng said calmly. Everyone was completely confused. Even Jiang Chen did not know what Yan Qingcheng was talking about. Only Bai Wenjun’s face grew uglier and uglier.

“Back then, the leaders of the four great barbarian clans of the Desolate Divine Land, the four Barbarian Kings, were all defeated by Great Emperor experts of the Central Region Divine Land. From then on, they swore an oath never to set even half a step into the Central Region Divine Land. If they broke this oath, they would die with ten thousand swords piercing their hearts.”

Yan Qingcheng spoke every word clearly, making Bai Wenjun’s face grow more and more savage.

“Who exactly are you? Why do you know the affairs of my Earth Barbarian Clan like the back of your hand?”

Bai Wenjun was somewhat astonished, yet his heart was still filled with incomparable gravity. This woman’s identity made him extremely curious. She actually knew a great deal about the affairs of the whole Desolate Divine Land, while he knew nothing about her. Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles. He had already lost the initiative, and his curiosity about Yan Qingcheng reached its peak.

“You aren’t qualified to know who I am.”

Yan Qingcheng said.

Jiang Chen silently watched Yan Qingcheng. He seemed to have gained a sliver of understanding. Who was Yan Qingcheng? She was still herself, because she still remembered her two older sisters, Yan Chenyu and Wu Ningzhu. But she seemed to have fused with the memories of the barbarian princess Du Juan, and that was why she knew the affairs of the Desolate Divine Land as if counting the treasures in her own home.

“Trying to take on all of us alone now is simply impossible. If you know what’s good for you, you’d better leave quickly.”

Jiang Chen said with a smile. Since Yan Qingcheng knew Bai Wenjun inside out, she must understand him thoroughly. There was no way he could lord it over Jiang Chen now.

“You’re already at the end of your strength. What right do you have to speak? I’m taking the Candle Dragon Sword today, no matter what.”

Bai Wenjun pointed his sword at Jiang Chen and said domineeringly. He struck out with one sword stroke, and ghostly shadows ran rampant.

“Stubborn thing.”

Yan Qingcheng said coldly. She, who had not acted the whole time, finally stepped forward and stood in front of Jiang Chen. Jiang Chen had saved her life, and it was time to repay that favor.

Yan Qingcheng formed hand seals one after another and began fighting Bai Wenjun. For every sword stroke he made, it was as if Yan Qingcheng saw it coming ahead of time. No matter how he attacked, Yan Qingcheng countered it. It felt as if Yan Qingcheng had completely seen through all of his moves and methods, leaving him stripped bare in front of her with nowhere to hide.

“The barbarian clans are really getting more and more disappointing.”

Yan Qingcheng’s attacks were fierce and her killing decisive, not like a woman at all. The impact she brought to Bai Wenjun was overwhelming, terrifying, leaving him unable to keep going.

Bai Wenjun retreated step by step. Although his strength was at the Mid Divine Emperor Realm, facing Yan Qingcheng, an Early Divine Emperor, he had strength he could not use. That feeling was beyond frustrating. Whatever he did, Yan Qingcheng saw it coming and checked him move for move. Gradually, Bai Wenjun’s face became as dark as it could be. It was as if all his secrets were known to the other side. When your opponent is always one step ahead of you, how can you fight?

Although Bai Wenjun was furious, there was nothing he could do to change the situation. Yan Qingcheng’s methods were astonishing at every turn, while he could not figure out her methods at all. As one side rose and the other fell, despite his great strength, he was helpless.

“Get lost!”

Yan Qingcheng shouted coldly and formed a seal. One burst of impact left Bai Wenjun nowhere to hide, every move deadly. Bai Wenjun staggered back in an extremely sorry state.

“Damn it!”

Bai Wenjun’s face was deathly pale. With Yan Qingcheng seizing the initiative at every step, how was he supposed to fight this?

Left with no choice, Bai Wenjun could only retreat. Yan Qingcheng had dealt him three heavy blows, and his face was pale. He was completely unable to keep fighting.