Godly Martial Alchemy Emperor

"Royal College, Zhao Country Vanguard Officer Lee Xian, please enlighten me."    

    

Lee Xian stepped forward and looked at Wang Yu with a burning gaze. His hands tightly gripped the spear in his hands and he exuded the aura of a general on the battlefield.    

    

Middle stage Body Refining Flow s, middle stage Qi Refining Flow s.    

    

The son of the great general in Zhao Country, Lee Xian, was also a dual body refining and dual body refining cultivator. The realm of both cultivation methods was not low.    

    

If it were anyone else, upon seeing this kind of opponent, they would mostly grow a bit more serious.    

    

However, Wang Yu was different.    

    

He looked at Lee Xian, then at Zhao Wuyuv, then at the others.    

    

"Actually, none of you need to do it one by one. I already said that you all can come at me together. Even if I lose, I won't say anything. Wang Yu's tone was very sincere.    

    

He had hoped to get rid of all his chores in the shortest time possible.    

    

The people of Zhao below probably did not expect that in their eyes, the great matter of getting back the face of Zhao Ren was not even worth mentioning in Wang Yu's eyes.    

    

In other words, Wang Yu didn't even put him in his eyes.    

    

However, he did not know that his words were a humiliation in the eyes of Zhao Ren. After a few victories, he had belittled Zhao Ren.    

    

Lee Xian looked straight at Wang Yu as his chest rose and fell continuously.    

    

It could be seen that Lee Xian looked fine on the surface, but he was actually extremely angry inside. His anger had reached its peak and was about to reach his throat.    

    

He let out a furious roar that shook the heavens.    

    

He took a step forward and dived towards Wang Yu like an arrow that had just left the bow. He held his spear with both hands and thrust it forward. The tip of the spear carried a golden light as it shot towards Wang Yu.    

    

The golden light on the tip of the spear was extremely sharp, as if it could cut through everything.    

    

"As expected of the great general's successor."    

    

Although Li Xian's strength was not considered high in Wang Yu's eyes, he still couldn't help but praise him. Just Lee Xian's imposing manner alone was not something that an ordinary disciple of the same cultivation level could compare with.    

    

After Lee Xian made his move, although Wang Yu did not release all of his Qi, a sword appeared in his right hand.    

    

"Sword!"    

    

"Is Daoist Subduing Tiger a sword expert?"    

    

"He didn't even attack before defeating so many of us. Truly shameful."    

    

"Worthy of being called a young general. Before they even started fighting, he had already forced Daoist Subduing Tiger to use his blade. Daoist Subduing Tiger's victory is about to come to an end, the young general will definitely win!"    

    

"The young general will win!"    

    

When he saw Wang Yu's sword, Zhao Ren's first reaction was to feel dejected and embarrassed, especially the people who were defeated by Wang Yu.    

    

They happily thought that they would be able to win, but in the end they simply lost.    

    

They had thought that they would be defeated just like that. They had no choice but to recognize the difference between the two of them. However, they did not expect that when they were defeated, they thought that Wang Yu was proficient in boxing.    

    

To think that the other party didn't specialize in fist art, but instead, he thought that it was sufficient enough to deal with them. Thus, he disdained to use his sword against them.    

    

His second reaction was the young general's power.    

    

He let everyone see that Daoist Subduing Tiger was using a sword, which meant that Lee Xian was able to get Daoist Subduing Tiger to treat him seriously. This kind of treatment was not something that people like him could achieve.    

    

Many people were full of confidence in Lee Xian. Lee Xian definitely had the possibility to end the victory of Daoist Subduing Tiger.    

    

Clang!    

    

Just as everyone was getting excited, the sound of metal clashing rang out.    

    

Wang Yu's Longsword and Lee Xian's spear clashed. Sparks flew in all directions as the two auras collided and exploded into streams of air, causing the onlookers' faces to hurt.    

    

It was as if this airflow was a knife that could cut through their skin.    

    

The crowd retreated to create a wider space for the two so they wouldn't get accidentally hurt.    

    

"Worthy of being called a general of the battlefield, not like those greenhouse flowers."    

    

After exchanging blows, Wang Yu praised the other party again and said, "Although you are not bad, the difference between you and me is still very big. You can't win against me."    

    

The blades of the two clashed against each other, and the distance between the two of them was also very close. They were only half a step apart.    

    

He was so close to touching his face.    

    

When Wang Yu said this, his voice was like a needle piercing into Lee Xian's body. Lee Xian's sword-like eyebrows frowned: "Victory or defeat, we will only know after we have fought."    

    

After saying that, Lee Xian took two steps back and opened up a distance between the two.    

    

Following that, he straightened his back and thrust his spear repeatedly. The impenetrable spear shadows enveloped Wang Yu, and rays of golden light were about to fall on Wang Yu's body.    

    

If he moved a little slower, he would have been pierced into a sieve.    

    

"You can't hurt me."    

    

Wang Yu chuckled. The sword in his hand drew an arc. Clang! Clang! Clang! All the spear lights that were aimed at Wang Yu were blocked.    

    

Both sides fought back and forth, engaging in an intense battle.    

    

Although it looked like a draw, Lee Xian's face gradually looked tired as time passed. On the contrary, Wang Yu was smiling and breathing steadily.    

    

The most important thing was that Wang Yu's Body Refining Flow's aura had not changed. The Qi Refining Flow had already risen to the middle stage of the Primordial Spirit from the Early Period of Primordial Spirit, and it allowed the surrounding people to see that Wang Yu had hidden his strength.    

    

Zhao Wuyuv stared at the battlefield unblinkingly. He was very clear that since Lee Xian made a move, he had used Wang Yu's true ability to make Zhao Wuyuv find a way to defeat Wang Yu.    

    

Bang!    

    

After Lee Xian had consumed too much energy, a flaw began to appear. Wang Yu seized the opportunity and struck Lee Xian with his palm.    

    

Puff!    

    

Lee Xian vomited blood, but his hands didn't stop moving. He continued to attack Wang Yu, as if the person in his hands wasn't him.    

    

Wang Yu frowned. He was confused, but he would not let Lee Xian go.    

    

Swish!    

    

The sword aura slashed across and added a sword wound to Lee Xian's body.    

    

Bang!    

    

With a muffled sound, Wang Yu's palm also landed on Lee Xian's body.    

    

The sword wound and the pain from his punches and kicks continuously appeared on Lee Xian's body. Lee Xian was like a cockroach that couldn't be beaten to death as he endured the pain and fought to the bitter end with Wang Yu.    

    

Gradually, Wang Yu saw through the other party's thoughts. He also had some admiration towards Lee Xian.    

    

What a pity!    

    

"Defeat!"    

    

Wang Yu's gaze was sharp and found a big flaw in Lee Xian. His palm forcefully landed on Lee Xian's back and sent Lee Xian flying.    

    

The body that was sent flying coincidentally landed in front of Zhao Wuyuv.    

    

Bang!    

    

More than one hundred kilograms of dust swirled up as he landed.    

    

Zhao Wuyuv did not dodge. Instead, he went up to Lee Xian, who was about to get up and fight again. He said, "Young General, you have done enough. Leave it to me. You can rest for a while."    

    

After Zhao Wuyuv said that, Lee Xian fainted.    

    

Zhao Wuyuv sighed and handed Lee Xian to his men to look after him while he walked towards Wang Yu.    

    

The son of Zhao Country had more than a dozen daughters but no son. In the future, those who could inherit the throne could only be selected from the royal family, and Zhao Wuyuv was without a doubt the most respected young master.    

    

At this moment.    

    

He was not Young Master Zhao Country, but a simple person called Zhao Ren, someone who had won back his pride for Zhao Country.    

    

He didn't want Lee Xian to waste his efforts, so he was full of passion.    

    

However, his opponent was Wang Yu, a person he was destined to never be able to defeat. In other words, in the entire continent, Cultivator, who was at the same level as Wang Yu, was undefeatable.    

    

He had long developed an invincible power.