The s.p.a.ce shook violently, causing dust to fall from the ceiling .

Familiar light brown sword light shone forth from the crack, directly illuminating the whole s.p.a.ce .

Under normal circ.u.mstances, spirit swords were invisible to ordinary people, and Lie Mengmeng couldn't see them at all . But Jingke was very special, because it was originally a peach wood sword, the kind used for warding off evil and which could be found everywhere on the market .

Fatty Luo had only just found out about this, and was utterly astounded .

"Lord . . . Lord Jingke!" The instant he saw Jingke appear, his voice trembled .

He was extremely excited and also amazed at w.a.n.g Ling's strength . . . What kind of power was this, that could tear a seam in this completely sealed s.p.a.ce and forcefully summon a spirit sword?

Fatty Luo felt that this was already beyond his realm of understanding .

The instant Jingke had been summoned, Grenade-Throwing had obligingly knocked Lie MengMeng out with a light tap to the acupuncture point in his neck .

Ordinary people were completely unable to withstand the mental pressure produced when a spirit sword was summoned through a tear in s.p.a.ce; this wasn't a physical attack that a pair of long johns or long underwear could block .

If Lie Mengmeng were to suffer residual effects from this, he would very likely come down with dementia later in life .

"Too strong . . . " Seeing w.a.n.g Ling grasp Jingke firmly as sword qi continued to pour out with a roar, Fatty Luo's cheeks couldn't stop quivering .

. . .

This aura vanished as swiftly as it had appeared . Fatty Luo felt that Jingke was just too cool, and that its rapport with Ling Zhenren wasn't an ordinary one .

When w.a.n.g Ling held Jingke in his hand, their auras merged into one, and gave off a sense of unity between heaven and man — this was a realm higher than unity between man and sword!

"When will I ever have rapport with a magic treasure as close as the one between Lord Jingke and Ling Zhenren . . . " Fatty Luo blinked, his heart full of envy . After all, this was something you couldn't look for, and which only happened through serendipity . Fatty Luo had collected as well as made a lot of magic treasures, but rapport with a magic treasure wasn't something that could be achieved simply by making one .

The rapport between a spirit sword and its master was a very profound subject . To use a common a.n.a.logy, Fatty Luo felt that it was just like choosing a daughter-in-law in ancient times by studying her horoscope .

. . .

After ten breaths or so, the air was finally completely calm .

w.a.n.g Ling pointed Jingke at the array pattern on the floor .

He was about to slice through it when the array pattern seemed to come to life and move on its own .

"Not good, the spirit of the array pattern is awake and is planning to escape!" Fatty Luo immediately shouted . Apart from being very complicated, this type of array created by an Itinerant Immortal would more often than not have an array spirit . In order to maintain the security and stability of the array, the array spirit would move the core array pattern around every once in a while .

But the array spirit had now awakened earlier than expected . . .

"Want to destroy me? It's not that easy! I was created by the nomological laws of this s.p.a.ce; as long as I don't want to die, I won't!" The array spirit laughed proudly .

This type of large magic array wasn't a small matter to begin with . Coupled with an illusion spell and multiple parallel spatial dimensions, this was an advanced spatial magic array, so its array spirit naturally wasn't some common thing .

Just then, that array pattern which had been carved into the floor of the room transformed into a dragon-like specter which suddenly rose up to dart out the door .

It was too fast, like leaping lightning, and Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Fatty Luo's eyes couldn't follow it at all .

w.a.n.g Ling didn't look away; he merely frowned, and then stamped down directly with one foot .

Before it could dash out of the door, this array spirit was trapped neatly under w.a.n.g Ling's foot .

"Ah!"

It was just the last bit of the array pattern that had been stepped on, like a little tail, but the array spirit was dumbstruck when it realized that it actually couldn't move any further . . .

w.a.n.g Ling was already faster than the array spirit had imagined, and the strength in his one foot was enough to nail it firmly to the floor .

"Brother Ling, for this spirit to be able to drive such a large magic array, it's definitely anything but ordinary! It would be great if you can take it alive!" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal suddenly opened his mouth .

The value of an array spirit at the level of an Itinerant Immortal was truly immeasurable .

Activating an array normally required an array flag and the array maker to be present . In the absence of the array maker, however, an array spirit could be used to replace them . But subduing a powerful array spirit was just like trying to conquer heaven, since it was the product of nomological powers; the principle of its creation was somewhat similar to the birth of a sword spirit .

Furthermore, there had been very few arrays since ancient times that could sp.a.w.n array spirits of their own accord .

However, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's words came too late . . .

Once w.a.n.g Ling had made his move, he hadn't had the slightest intention of leaving this array spirit alive .

He hated anything that disturbed his quiet life .

Whether it was the main manipulator behind the scenes or the array spirit in front of him, they were all the same .

Since he wanted to live a peaceful life, he hence didn't need to consider what would happen after . Whether this spirit was strong or weak had nothing to do with him . From the beginning, w.a.n.g Ling's goal had always been to bring everyone out of the s.p.a.ce safely .

He raised his hand, and his spirit sword instantly started to glow . . .

The brown sword light which enveloped Jingke's body wasn't bright, and instead was quite soft . Nevertheless, the sense of oppression contained within this muted glow was very real .

Fatty Luo just thought that Jingke was really handsome; there was nothing better than a gentle sword .

Terrified, the array spirit could instinctively feel how dangerous the peach wood sword was, and it hurriedly opened its mouth and started to plead frantically . "Exalted Immortal, please let me go . It was I who failed to recognize your honored self . . . "

w.a.n.g Ling didn't give it a second look, and directly swung his sword down .

The spirit didn't even have time to scream when the sword directly pierced its body . In the next instant, its ghostly body together with the core array pattern that was concealed within it cracked open, smashed to smithereens .

"Brother Ling . . . "

Seeing this scene, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Fatty Luo couldn't help sucking in cold breaths .

An array spirit at the level of an Itinerant Immortal, slashed just like that . . . Furthermore, it had died with just one swing .

This was what a big shot was probably like . . .

" . . . " Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's heart hurt . If they had been able to subdue such a powerful array spirit, it could definitely have become a powerful errand boy!

But soon after that, he relaxed, because w.a.n.g Ling had done nothing wrong .

Since the beginning, he had always, always been this type of person . . .

. . .

With the array spirit eliminated and the core array pattern destroyed, the game s.p.a.ce began to fracture .

A little sunlight permeated the dark s.p.a.ce, and shone on w.a.n.g Ling's face . . .

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Fatty Luo stood on the side and watched him . Maybe it was because they had just overcome a crisis, but they felt that w.a.n.g Ling's solemn face seemed a lot more at peace .

w.a.n.g Ling didn't say anything; he just picked up Lie Mengmeng next to him, put him over his shoulder, then walked toward the light step by step . . .

Chapter 272 This Is What a Big Shot Is Probably Like . . . Translator Henyee Translations Editor Henyee TranslationsThe s.p.a.ce shook violently, causing dust to fall from the ceiling . Familiar light brown sword light shone forth from the crack, directly illuminating the whole s.p.a.ce . Under normal circ.u.mstances, spirit swords were invisible to ordinary people, and Lie Mengmeng couldn t see them at all . But Jingke was very special, because it was originally a peach wood sword, the kind used for warding off evil and which could be found everywhere on the market . Fatty Luo had only just found out about this, and was utterly astounded . Lord . . . Lord Jingke The instant he saw Jingke appear, his voice trembled . He was extremely excited and also amazed at w.a.n.g Ling s strength . . . What kind of power was this, that could tear a seam in this completely sealed s.p.a.ce and forcefully summon a spirit sword Fatty Luo felt that this was already beyond his realm of understanding . The instant Jingke had been summoned, Grenade Throwing had obligingly knocked Lie MengMeng out with a light tap to the acupuncture point in his neck . Ordinary people were completely unable to withstand the mental pressure produced when a spirit sword was summoned through a tear in s.p.a.ce this wasn t a physical attack that a pair of long johns or long underwear could block . If Lie Mengmeng were to suffer residual effects from this, he would very likely come down with dementia later in life . Too strong . . . Seeing w.a.n.g Ling grasp Jingke firmly as sword qi continued to pour out with a roar, Fatty Luo s cheeks couldn t stop quivering . . . . This aura vanished as swiftly as it had appeared . Fatty Luo felt that Jingke was just too cool, and that its rapport with Ling Zhenren wasn t an ordinary one . When w.a.n.g Ling held Jingke in his hand, their auras merged into one, and gave off a sense of unity between heaven and man this was a realm higher than unity between man and sword When will I ever have rapport with a magic treasure as close as the one between Lord Jingke and Ling Zhenren . . . Fatty Luo blinked, his heart full of envy . After all, this was something you couldn t look for, and which only happened through serendipity . Fatty Luo had collected as well as made a lot of magic treasures, but rapport with a magic treasure wasn t something that could be achieved simply by making one . The rapport between a spirit sword and its master was a very profound subject . To use a common a.n.a.logy, Fatty Luo felt that it was just like choosing a daughter in law in ancient times by studying her horoscope . . . . After ten breaths or so, the air was finally completely calm . w.a.n.g Ling pointed Jingke at the array pattern on the floor . He was about to slice through it when the array pattern seemed to come to life and move on its own . Not good, the spirit of the array pattern is awake and is planning to escape Fatty Luo immediately shouted . Apart from being very complicated, this type of array created by an Itinerant Immortal would more often than not have an array spirit . In order to maintain the security and stability of the array, the array spirit would move the core array pattern around every once in a while . But the array spirit had now awakened earlier than expected . . . Want to destroy me It s not that easy I was created by the nomological laws of this s.p.a.ce as long as I don t want to die, I won t The array spirit laughed proudly . This type of large magic array wasn t a small matter to begin with . Coupled with an illusion spell and multiple parallel spatial dimensions, this was an advanced spatial magic array, so its array spirit naturally wasn t some common thing . Just then, that array pattern which had been carved into the floor of the room transformed into a dragon like specter which suddenly rose up to dart out the door . It was too fast, like leaping lightning, and Grenade Throwing Senior Immortal and Fatty Luo s eyes couldn t follow it at all . w.a.n.g Ling didn t look away he merely frowned, and then stamped down directly with one foot . Before it could dash out of the door, this array spirit was trapped neatly under w.a.n.g Ling s foot . Ah It was just the last bit of the array pattern that had been stepped on, like a little tail, but the array spirit was dumbstruck when it realized that it actually couldn t move any further . . . w.a.n.g Ling was already faster than the array spirit had imagined, and the strength in his one foot was enough to nail it firmly to the floor . Brother Ling, for this spirit to be able to drive such a large magic array, it s definitely anything but ordinary It would be great if you can take it alive Grenade Throwing Senior Immortal suddenly opened his mouth . The value of an array spirit at the level of an Itinerant Immortal was truly immeasurable . Activating an array normally required an array flag and the array maker to be present . In the absence of the array maker, however, an array spirit could be used to replace them . But subduing a powerful array spirit was just like trying to conquer heaven, since it was the product of nomological powers the principle of its creation was somewhat similar to the birth of a sword spirit . Furthermore, there had been very few arrays since ancient times that could sp.a.w.n array spirits of their own accord . However, Grenade Throwing Senior Immortal s words came too late . . . Once w.a.n.g Ling had made his move, he hadn t had the slightest intention of leaving this array spirit alive . He hated anything that disturbed his quiet life . Whether it was the main manipulator behind the scenes or the array spirit in front of him, they were all the same . Since he wanted to live a peaceful life, he hence didn t need to consider what would happen after . Whether this spirit was strong or weak had nothing to do with him . From the beginning, w.a.n.g Ling s goal had always been to bring everyone out of the s.p.a.ce safely . He raised his hand, and his spirit sword instantly started to glow . . . The brown sword light which enveloped Jingke s body wasn t bright, and instead was quite soft . Nevertheless, the sense of oppression contained within this muted glow was very real . Fatty Luo just thought that Jingke was really handsome there was nothing better than a gentle sword . Terrified, the array spirit could instinctively feel how dangerous the peach wood sword was, and it hurriedly opened its mouth and started to plead frantically . Exalted Immortal, please let me go . It was I who failed to recognize your honored self . . . w.a.n.g Ling didn t give it a second look, and directly swung his sword down . The spirit didn t even have time to scream when the sword directly pierced its body . In the next instant, its ghostly body together with the core array pattern that was concealed within it cracked open, smashed to smithereens . Brother Ling . . . Seeing this scene, Grenade Throwing Senior Immortal and Fatty Luo couldn t help sucking in cold breaths . An array spirit at the level of an Itinerant Immortal, slashed just like that . . . Furthermore, it had died with just one swing . This was what a big shot was probably like . . . . . . Grenade Throwing Senior Immortal s heart hurt . If they had been able to subdue such a powerful array spirit, it could definitely have become a powerful errand boy But soon after that, he relaxed, because w.a.n.g Ling had done nothing wrong . Since the beginning, he had always, always been this type of person . . . . . . With the array spirit eliminated and the core array pattern destroyed, the game s.p.a.ce began to fracture . A little sunlight permeated the dark s.p.a.ce, and shone on w.a.n.g Ling s face . . . Grenade Throwing Senior Immortal and Fatty Luo stood on the side and watched him . Maybe it was because they had just overcome a crisis, but they felt that w.a.n.g Ling s solemn face seemed a lot more at peace . w.a.n.g Ling didn t say anything he just picked up Lie Mengmeng next to him, put him over his shoulder, then walked toward the light step by step . . .