"Senior Yan!"
Mu Yu's face was filled with joy. Yes, the visitor was none other than Yan Jinghong, the gatekeeper of the last level of the Wuya Ladder.
He had already had a premonition before Qin Leiming's arrival, so he took the jade pendant given to him by Yan Jinghong in advance and went to the top of Wuya Mountain to find Yan Jinghong.
Yan Jinghong's memory lasted only one day, so he had naturally forgotten Mu Yu a long time ago, but the huge stone next to him recorded in detail what happened to Mu Yu that day.
"If your life is really in danger, I will naturally help you." Yan Jinghong has regarded Mu Yu as a confidant.
After receiving Yan Jinghong's guarantee, Mu Yu dared to stand up without any scruples.
"Who are you?"
Qin Leiming narrowed his eyes slightly. This person was very strange. He was definitely not from the Northwest Spiritual Academy.
"The person who killed you."
Yan Jinghong spoke calmly. In his heart, it seemed that killing Qin Leiming was just a trivial matter.
"Your cultivation is not yet at the level of the Holy Emperor."
Qin Leiming could feel that the young man in white before him was probably at the peak of the Saint King realm, and he suddenly felt more at ease.
With his cultivation at the Holy Emperor Realm, he can easily crush this person. I really don’t know where this young man in white gets his confidence.
"Do I need the Holy Emperor level to kill you?"
Yan Jinghong smiled faintly, his white clothes swaying in the wind, exuding an aloof aura.
"Arrogant!"
A ball of anger arose in Qin Leiming's heart. Ever since he became the Realm Master, he had never been so despised.
He looked at Yan Jinghong and said coldly: "Then let me ask you about your strength."
As he spoke, he pulled out the golden divine sword, and endless divine power emanated from the divine sword, covering the entire city of Litian. The light was dazzling for a while, causing the heaven and earth to change color.
Below, countless students were pale and trembling all over. Looking at the divine sword in Qin Leiming's hand, they found that their bodies couldn't help but want to kneel down and worship.
"How is it? Now you still dare to say such arrogant things and want to kill me?"
Holding the magic weapon in his hand, and the fact that his cultivation level was already stronger than that of Yan Jinghong, Qin Leiming felt a sense of superiority.
At this moment, in his eyes, Yan Jinghong was nothing more than an ant, and he could kill him with just a few seconds.
"The sword is not bad." Yan Jinghong's face was calm, and he still maintained his indifferent look. "It's a pity that the person who uses the sword is so bad that he has tarnished this divine sword."
Yan Jinghong's understatement seemed to step on Qin Leiming's tail, making him uncontrollably furious, "Then let me show you how I, a swordsman, took your life? "
"Thunder!"
Qin Leiming raised the divine sword high with both hands. In an instant, the entire sky became extremely gloomy, and there were bursts of roaring thunder.
"Crack it!"
Suddenly, nine purple thunder and lightning struck down from the nine heavens, like nine electric dragons. Under the horrified eyes of countless people, they all merged into the divine sword.
At this moment, the divine sword was covered with countless purple electric lights, like electric snakes entangled in it, making a loud crackling sound.
The power on the divine sword was so terrifying that even Mu Yu, who was hundreds of feet away, had his eyelids twitching and his heart palpitating.
Mu Yu was certain that the power of this sword was enough to tear the earth apart and shatter giant mountains.