Chapter 1197 - Great Primal Chaos Technique
Jiang Chen’s approach toward the Ancient Race had never changed, and since he had witnessed the Ancient Race and Alien Clans’ slaughter in the Nine Heavens Realm’s imperial household, he had taken a firm decision.
After Lu Ping dealt with the Jialan Clan’s warriors, he pointed his sword at their male leader.
Upon meeting Lu Ping’s ice-cold eyes, that man turned around decisively without uttering a single word and started trying to escape. However, how could his movement speed be faster than Lu Ping’s sword?
“You should stop him, or else our master will vent his anger on you, and no one among you can shirk responsibility from this matter,” the Jialan Clan’s man shouted loudly.
The onlookers looked at each other in dismay, and they were all astounded by this.
“The epic-grade Jialan Clan can rival sanctity-grade continents’ factions and mustn’t be rashly offended.”
“If we end up offending them, the consequences will be unimaginable.”
“It’s a supreme original method that exceeds all Martial Doctrine’s techniques. This is the disparity between the Human Clan and the other clans,” Li Tianjun spoke complacently. The onlookers who observed his original method revered and respected him.
Frankly speaking, the Great Primal Chaos Technique’s power was like sulfuric acid which could melt all enemies. Moreover, it was still an attack that couldn’t be avoided. When it seemed like Lu Ping and Shangguan Ru would be shortly erased by it, a shining sword light appeared and tore apart the domain.
“It has many superficial changes, but it’s still the same as its origin. Your Great Primal Chaos Technique is just an ordinary technique at a worldly rule level.” Lu Ping strode forward while holding his sword. He said, “As long as I can grasp a worldly rule, I can break your techniques.”
Li Tianjun snorted coldly, and muttered, “The Wind Rule? It seems like I will get to exercise my body.”
After Li Tianjun spoke, his body moved around in the air like a flood dragon and a chaotic field appeared around him. Li Tianjun’s body flickered several times, before he appeared in front of Lu Ping, and he extended his left hand, while he clenched his right hand. If the previous attack was as smooth as river-water, then the current one was like a raging sea.
Even though Lu Ping had grasped the Wind Rule, he still couldn’t follow his opponent’s movements. Shangguan Ru was about to come to help, but Lu Ping asked her to stay in her place.
This battle would be a good opportunity for him to try fusing the Wind Rule and Sword Realm.