In his fury, Wang Jing's combat power among the Sacred Sword Palace's younger generation was truly frightening.
Aside from those prodigies who had firmly entered the Saint Realm, even those geniuses at the ninth level of the Yuan Realm were unwilling to face a rampaging Wang Jing in battle.
Because when Wang Jing went berserk, he fought like a madman — his combat state was incomparably insane.
Right now, Wang Jing had clearly lost control.
The Whale King's massive waves surged forth once more with a thunderous roar.
However, this time, the form of the Whale King's waves had clearly changed.
Wang Jing seemed to have learned his lesson from before and had no intention of simply stacking waves to overwhelm his opponent.
Instead, the Whale King's waves now crisscrossed and interlocked, like iron chains spanning a river, continuously sealing off all the surrounding void and slicing it into small, grid-like pockets of space.
"Kid, let's see how many more defense talismans you've got this time!"
At the end of the day, Wang Jing still firmly believed his opponent had relied on defense talismans rather than real strength to break through his Whale King wave barriers.
Watching the sky full of waves sealing off the void, Jiang Chen remained as calm and composed as ever.
In the next moment, Wang Jing gripped with both hands and a greatsword appeared in his grasp. The blade shifted between golden radiance and pale white, constantly oscillating between the two colors.
"Tsk tsk, it seems Senior Brother Wang Jing is truly furious this time." Wang Han observed this posture and knew that Wang Jing had brought out his trump card.
The Whale King's currents sealing the void, combined with the Whale King sword energy's grinding attack, constituted a seamless assault with no dead angles possible across the entire arena.
Even if the opponent used a defense talisman and managed to break through one layer of binding, he wouldn't be able to break through the second or the third.
This spatial sealing technique contained Wang Jing's comprehension of formations, as well as glimmers of insight into the mysteries of space.
It was a method that even Wang Han admitted he would not want to face.
Even at his current peak of second-level Saint Realm, if he didn't seize the initiative and attack first, being sealed off like this by Wang Jing would likely force him to rely on brute force to break free and kill Wang Jing with greater speed.
As for that Mu Gaoqi — he still looked as if he had no idea death was knocking at his door.
This made Wang Han feel both irritated and delighted.
Irritated because this Mu Gaoqi was putting on an arrogant face right up to the moment of his doom. Delighted because no matter how smug the kid was being, his smugness wouldn't last much longer.
"Mirage!"
His hand seals flipped rapidly, and the Whale King's currents began to shimmer with rippling light, continuously condensing and solidifying into all manner of mirages.
In an instant, Jiang Chen found himself completely enveloped by the mirages closing in from every direction.
The next moment, the great sword in Whale King's hands swung into motion as well.
"Yaksha probes the sea!"
Golden sword qi condensed into a solid golden form, like a fierce yaksha — demonic and terrifying, clutching a three-pronged trident — stabbing viciously toward Jiang Chen.
One after another, Whale King's sword qi continuously transformed into corporeal manifestations.
"Two dragons play with a pearl!"
"Heaven-devouring fierce tiger!"
"Er Lang shoots the sun!"
The Whale King's current that wove spatial mysteries into its domain served as a lockdown, while the metallic sword qi solidified into Dharmic Manifestations for the assault.
These two forms of exquisite coordination were, without question, Whale King's trump card.
He had relied on this technique to challenge opponents above his level, and had defeated many cultivators at the ninth level of the Yuan realm. Even geniuses of the Sacred realm had been forced to admit that Whale King's trump card was exceedingly difficult to deal with.
Witnessing the overwhelming aura surging across the arena, the crowd of spectators below only continued to swell, their praises flowing without end.
"The martial heritage of the Sacred Sword Palace truly is formidable. This Whale King isn't even among the very top geniuses, yet with cultivation like that, I doubt even a ninth-level Yuan realm genius could necessarily beat him."
"Mm, they say the Sacred Sword Palace's martial heritage surpasses even the Great Holy Hall. It's just that the Great Holy Hall has the advantage of bloodline fusion, so their overall strength edges out the Sacred Sword Palace by a bit."
"With strength like Whale King's, I'll need to be careful if I ever run into him."
"Who knows if Mu Gaoqi still has any hope this time? A single defensive talisman certainly won't cut it."
Clearly, in the earlier exchanges, everyone had assumed "Mu Gaoqi" had deployed a powerful defensive talisman. But this time, they felt that even if Mu Gaoqi activated another defensive talisman, it plainly wouldn't be enough.
However, the next moment, Jiang Chen made a move that left every single person in utter disbelief.
They watched as Jiang Chen raised his arm slightly, brought his thumb and middle finger together, and produced a crisp, resonant snap of his fingers.
Snap!
The finger snap was piercingly clear, like a spring thunderclap resounding through the void.
The next moment, something even more bizarre occurred.
The innumerable manifestations forged from boundless sword qi popped like balloons pricked by a needle. Snap snap snap snap snap!
In a burst of crisp, unbroken sounds, every one of those manifestations shattered apart and dissolved into nothing.
Streams of golden qi traced arcing golden lines through the air, all of them drawn into Jiang Chen's waiting palm.
Jiang Chen lifted a single hand toward the sky, palm facing upward. The golden streams of qi settled into his palm and coalesced into a beam of golden radiance, like a golden candle flame that grew ever brighter as more golden qi gathered.
Once all the golden qi streams had finished converging, Jiang Chen closed his palm and gave it a gentle squeeze. The golden radiance, bright as a candle flame, was utterly crushed and dissolved into nothingness.
"What?"