The Peerless Emperor-Chapter 1336 - 1337: Stubborn as a Dead Duck

Wei Ziliang's face also showed an expression of shock. He hadn't expected Hao Nan to have held back a reserve like this, possessing such strength?

However, the opponent's realm advancement didn't shake his mind; he calmly continued his countdown, spitting out the final word.

"One!"

As soon as the word dropped, a roar erupted, a terrifying soul energy burst out from Hao Nan, initiating the attack.

Bang!

Inside, as if it were exploding, Hao Nan's body turned ice cold, and he was covered in heavy armor formed by condensed ice crystals, emitting a grim chill that froze the surrounding void.

In this dark void, the cold aura was so piercing that it froze the spiritual energy into patches of frost.

This demonstrated how mighty its power was.

Striking first gives one the upper hand; Hao Nan naturally understood this principle.

But he also had his dignity, waiting for Wei Ziliang to finish the countdown. As soon as he spoke a word, he took action.

The current situation was unclear, but Hao Nan knew that defeating Wei Ziliang head-on would bring numerous benefits and had to be done.

Only in this way, might he find a glimmer of survival in this predicament and discover a breakthrough.

As he charged towards Wei Ziliang, a spear appeared in his hand, immediately covered in frost, transforming into an icy spear, full of might.

Amidst his leap, an ice-cold path formed behind him, showcasing how terrifyingly cold the chill was.

And this biting cold was stirring a blizzard in the void, misty and obscuring the sky and sun.

In the blink of an eye, the surroundings were shrouded in thick fog, rendering visibility almost impossible.

Within the icy mist, the power of Dao intent lay hidden. Entering it rendered any real probing impossible, unable to discern the actual situation within, confusing the eyes, making it impossible to detect his presence.

Wei Ziliang, trapped within this cold mist, saw nothing but a wash of white, surrounded by a vast blur, unable to see.

"Interesting!" Over here, Lin Qian's eyes shimmered with purple-gold light, his Imperial Eyes activated, seeing everything clearly with nothing obscuring his vision.

Off to the side, Yan Yifei and Han Yuanjie wore grave expressions as the dense fog rose, filled with shock in their hearts.

They obviously hadn't expected that Hao Nan's strength was so deep, Ninth Level Entering Dao Realm, conjuring this Dao intent of icy snow mist. Even they could not see clearly the surroundings.

Hearing Lin Qian's words, the two were taken aback and looked towards the center.

Within the dense fog, even though they were so close, they could only vaguely make out Lin Qian's blurred figure, signifying the might of this mist.

Yet within this white fog, Lin Qian's eyes revealed anomalies, emitting purple-gold light.

"Young Master, can you really see?" Yan Yifei couldn't help but ask over here.

Beside him, Han Yuanjie was also very curious, surprised at their Young Master's many capabilities.

Lin Qian nodded, then after pondering, he gathered the Mountain and River Jade Seal: "Imperial Authority, grant strength!"

Instantly, purple light radiated out, flowing into Yan Yifei and Han Yuanjie's eyes.

The sudden purple light startled both of them, but realizing it came from Lin Qian made them calm their heart realm, no longer so panicked.

With Imperial Authority granting power, the two gained the purple-gold Imperial Eyes' vision grant from Lin Qian.

Instantly, in front of them, the thick white fog seemed like it had peeled away layers of veils, fully revealing the scene before them.

At this moment, they also noticed in the battlefield afar that Sun Wukong was standing with arms crossed, watching the current battlefield with a playful face, thinking about something unknown.

In the other's pupils, a faint sight of burning flames seemed apparent, eyes blazing.

"Young Master, this is..." Han Yuanjie was tongue-tied by the change, heart in shock.

Yan Yifei somewhat realized but felt this capability was extraordinary beyond words.

"I can temporarily grant you some degree of this ability to use," Lin Qian said with a calm demeanor, hands behind his back, indifferent to it.

The two suddenly understood, calming their minds, and looked towards the field.

After the dense fog arose, Hao Nan, who was initially in a rush, his movements became much smaller instantly, not showing outwardly, quite marvelously.

Consider it carefully, clearly the thick fog surrounding him has concealed his movement sounds.

Wei Ziliang stood still, silently waiting in place.

Swoosh!

Suddenly, a chilling spear rushed towards Wei Ziliang from close by, the speed incredibly fast as it pierced with a piercing sound.

The spear shot out, icy breath transforming into a torrent, surging forth, crashing down onto Wei Ziliang.

Elemental Weapon Armament!

A golden sword suddenly appeared in Wei Ziliang's hand, in the instant the opponent attacked, the sword was held in front of his chest, defending against the attack, repelling this mighty blow.

Boom!

The collision was heavy and dull, the massive impact force separating the two, pushing them back.

However, clearly Wei Ziliang bore more force, letting out a muffled groan, with a swift turn, the sword's light flashed out, rushing forward.

The golden sword light cut through the dense fog to create a rift, but Hao Nan's figure had already vanished from that direction.

At this moment, Hao Nan had silently made his way to Wei Ziliang's left side.

Han Yuanjie couldn't help but want to give a warning but, just as he opened his mouth, Lin Qian reached out to stop him: "This is his fight, don't intervene."

"But Young Master, this situation..." Han Yuanjie hesitantly spoke, not quite understanding why Lin Qian wouldn't let them help.

Seemingly aware of Han Yuanjie's thoughts, Lin Qian chuckled lightly, "No need to worry, he won't lose."

Following that, Wei Ziliang was constantly in a passive situation of being hit, as Hao Nan kept charging from various directions, striking Wei Ziliang directly.

However, Wei Ziliang's sensitive combat intuition allowed him to raise his sword to block in the moment the spear appeared, countering with a return sword slash.

As the sword light gleamed, Hao Nan had already dashed away.

The situation was indeed unfavorable for Wei Ziliang, the enormous sword light consuming soul energy, but the consumption on Hao Nan's side was nowhere near as severe.

Watching Yan Yifei and Han Yuanjie wore worried looks, gazing at Lin Qian.

While the situation overwhelmingly seemed one-sided, why did Lin Qian still trust Wei Ziliang so much, when just a shout could resolve the fight?

But Lin Qian didn't see it that way.

Moreover, if he intervened, it would disturb Wei Ziliang's heart realm, bringing no benefits to his cultivation path.

After all, would Wei Ziliang lose? Impossible!

Despite the current scene showing that Wei Ziliang seemed in a passive position, Lin Qian knew it was just an appearance.

"Give up your struggle, at this rate, you'll just exhaust yourself to death," Hao Nan's voice echoed within the dense fog, seemingly coming from all directions to Wei Ziliang, now far, now near, unable to gauge the opponent's distance.

Hearing these words, Wei Ziliang's face broke into a smile, standing with his sword, "What, you think you've got the victory in your grasp?"

"You're just being stubborn; you've lost!" Hao Nan's words had barely fallen when the spear suddenly appeared behind Wei Ziliang, thrusting towards his back.