Marry the Demon Sect Girl with No Bride Price

The enormous Long Sword in the air descended like a mountain collapsing, the surrounding air seemed to be drained, emitting a deafening shriek.

The spiritual power whipped up a fierce wind, almost causing the Outer Sect disciples around to lose their footing, everyone’s expression changed drastically.

"To unleash a Golden Core Fourth-Layer strike with the cultivation of Foundation Establishment Peak!"

"What kind of talent is this?!"

"Is this Zhang Ling’s true strength?"

"Unstoppable! This sword is unstoppable by anyone!"

"Brother!" Liu Su exclaimed, now even she was a bit worried.

The son-in-law has never encountered a Golden Core Fourth-Layer!

"Taoist Friend He!" Mo Xiaolan beside also clenched her fists, her expression heavy.

A distance away, Ruo Mei’s body exuded killing intent; if something happened to Qin Gengyun, she would reveal herself and intervene.

"Come on!"

While everyone was dismayed, Qin Gengyun shouted loudly, shielding his head with both arms, his muscles bulged, almost tearing his clothes apart.

At this moment, the enormous Long Sword was already overhead.

Under the several-meter-long giant sword, Qin Gengyun appeared so tiny, as if he would be crushed into dust any moment.

In an instant, all sounds vanished, everyone fixed their eyes on the giant sword and the person resisting below.

Boom!

The sword tip, wider than a person, finally stabbed into Qin Gengyun’s body, issuing a thunderous boom.

The ground trembled momentarily, dust flew, fierce winds arose!

The surrounding people’s hair stood up from the wind.

As the dust gradually settled, Qin Gengyun appeared holding onto the giant sword tip with both arms, surprisingly not retreating a single step.

The giant sword and flesh were in a deadlock!

In the air, Zhang Ling’s face showed an unnatural flush, clearly the strain of this move wasn’t small for him; he shouted loudly, extending his fingers like a sword and pointed down.

The giant sword trembled continuously, trying to press down.

Qin Gengyun likewise shouted loudly, his feet sank into the ground half an inch, halting his retreat, his arms vigorously lifted, slowly raising the giant sword upwards.

Bam bam bam!

His clothes burst open, revealing explosive steel muscles, hormones peaked, dizzying female disciples around.

"Wow! So big, so hard!"

"I wish I could touch it!"

"This is a real man!"

Liu Su was also stunned, my goodness, the son-in-law’s muscles grew bigger again.

Mo Xiaolan’s cheeks flushed slightly, it’s her second time seeing Qin Gengyun shirtless.

Recalling meeting him for the first time in Narrow Rain Lane, he wore a simple cloth attire, couldn’t even afford a decent robe, sitting at a night stall in the snowy night, thin build, pale face.

Compared to the current sinewy muscles, unparalleled bravery, it’s like he’s a different person.

The credit for such change goes to Taoist Friend Qiu.

So my choice was right, Taoist Friend Qiu is the most suitable person for him.

Mo Xiaolan’s face showed a hint of a smile, her bright eyes reflected Qin Gengyun’s strong and brave figure.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the enormous Long Sword was pushed back by Qin Gengyun, flew back into the sky, continuously shrinking, finally returning to the normal size Cloud-Rolling Sword, caught by Zhang Ling.

At this moment, Zhang Ling’s face was pale, his sword-holding hand trembled slightly, the blow was meant for Zhao Zhen, unexpectedly used on He Zhiqiu.

Yet, even using this move forcefully, he couldn’t defeat He Zhiqiu.

Now, he urgently needed a moment to recover the turbulent spiritual power within.

However, in the next instant, Qin Gengyun already appeared in front of him, holding an iron rod.

This iron rod was a common Lower Grade magical artifact from Divinity Transformation Peak, simply inscribed with an array, enhancing a bit of power.

Far inferior to the Cloud-Rolling Sword as an Immortal Artifact, but held high by a steel-muscle Qin Gengyun, it exerted an oppressive god-like presence.

Wei Shouyuan on the high platform narrowed his eyes: "How could He Zhiqiu be so keen?"

This comment perplexed the Outer Sect disciples, but the present Peak Masters understood naturally.

Zhang Ling’s cultivation was outstanding among this batch of disciples, but ultimately lacked Magical Combat experience.

Facing fellow disciples of the same realm, he naturally dominated.

However, He Zhiqiu was different, clearly having experienced life-and-death duels, Magical Combat experience entirely beyond ordinary disciples.

Zhang Ling was akin to a model student excelling in academics, whereas He Zhiqiu was like a self-taught maverick.

Zhang Ling fought methodically, while He Zhiqiu didn’t follow conventions, with sharp awareness seeing Zhang Ling’s momentary gap not recovering qi, seizing the opportunity, denying him any chance to recover.

Qin Gengyun struck down with the iron rod, Zhang Ling quickly raised his sword to block.

The Cloud-Rolling Sword, an Immortal Artifact, naturally feared not such a Lower Grade magical artifact, but Qin Gengyun disregarded completely, relentlessly pounding.

Zhang Ling wanted to create distance, but Qin Gengyun didn’t give any chance, pursued him relentlessly.

The current scene resembled an old game from Qin Gengyun’s previous life, long-range mage or shooter being engaged by berserker, completely unable to escape.

The rod shadows danced wildly, the two clashed noisily in the air.

A group of Outer Sect disciples looked up at the two major figures fighting closely like market onlookers, lacking the grace cultivators ought to have.

Especially He Zhiqiu, bare-chested wielding a rod, fought while laughing heartily, resembling a pig slaughterer.

Even the graceful white-clad master Zhang Ling Senior Brother was swayed, swinging his sword sometimes shouting, turning himself into an ordinary swordsman from the common world.

"Pffft!"

Liu Su suddenly laughed:

"My brother is so bad, about to push someone to desperation."

Mo Xiaolan also showed a smile, much lighter than before.

They all saw Zhang Ling was already spent.

Moreover, extremely aggrieved, Zhang Ling might have numerous moves but pursued closely by Qin Gengyun, unable to recover qi thus unable to use them.

Now, he could only be dragged into cultivator’s disdainful close-combat brawl like a proud white swan pulled into a mud puddle, wings soiled by mire.

Incapable of showcasing his cultivation, isn’t it suffocating?

"Ah!!"

Zhang Ling’s face turned red, shouted, swinging his sword trying to forcibly repel Qin Gengyun, but he closed in, the Cloud-Rolling Sword slashed the formidable chest, sparking.

Immediately, a rod struck Zhang Ling’s head.

Instantly, all motion stopped.

Zhang Ling froze briefly, eyes rolled over, his entire body fell from the sky with a heavy thud onto the ground.

His limbs seemed to twitch.

Someone curiously approached to inspect, exclaimed:

"Senior Brother Zhang is foaming at the mouth!"

"Useless!" Wei Shouyuan’s mouth twitched, Zhang Ling was the Outer Sect disciple he most favored, planning to elevate him to the Inner Sect post Outer Sect competition.

Just now, he even considered snatching Danxia Peak’s Ruo Mei to pair with Zhang Ling.

Now, Wei Shouyuan suddenly recalled Ye Xiyue’s earlier comment that Zhang Ling could not be paired with any female disciple.

Immediately, his face burnt with embarrassment.

Where did Ye Xiyue find such a little monster?