The Sword God of the Universe-Chapter 142: Slaying the Wei Family Prodigy

The Autumn Wind Fallen Leaf Sword was considered a lower grade martial arts technique, and also a very common one.

Whether it was in Donglin City’s Jing Family, or here in Duyang City’s Wei Family, the number of martial artists who had practiced the Autumn Wind Fallen Leaf Sword were not few.

Therefore, when Jing Yan unleashed the Autumn Wind Fallen Leaf Sword, a chorus of snickers instantly erupted.

"Heh, I thought this Jing Yan was really something, possibly giving our Wei Family disciple Wei Leng a bit of trouble. But it turns out, tsk tsk..." Wei Family Patriarch Wei Jiuhe said, shaking his head with a sneer.

"Perhaps he knows he is doomed to die, which is why he is seeking death willingly now. He is not weak, after all, and as a member of the Jing Family, he ought to have practiced more advanced martial arts," the Wei Family Great Elder Wei Zhenzhi also said with narrowed eyes, jesting.

As for people like Nian Lan and others, they all silently shook their heads in resignation.

Nian Lan, although somewhat regretful, was powerless to change the situation. Even if she wanted to forcefully protect Jing Yan, it was not possible. Moreover, as just a Nian Family Elder, she did not have the authority to represent her family in directly confronting the Wei Family.

On the martial arts arena, laughter from countless Wei Family disciples filled the air.

Wei Leng, who was exchanging blows with Jing Yan, had a ferocious smile as he said, "It seems I overestimated you. I thought I’d have to exert a little effort to kill you, but instead, you..."

However, mid-sentence, Wei Leng’s expression abruptly changed.

A look of horror replaced what had been a smirk on his face.

His Vajra Wolf Claw technique, with its condensation of a formidable black void claw print, seemed to cover the sky and earth, threatening to engulf Jing Yan’s figure.

And Jing Yan’s martial arts technique, the Autumn Wind Fallen Leaf Sword, created a strand of black sword light that appeared so frail and insignificant. Yet when that black sword light encountered the black claw print, it did not disintegrate as everyone had anticipated.

In an unexpected clash, the claw print and the sword light collided, and a black light halo spread out.

The seemingly formidable black claw print was torn as easily as paper, and the contained power dissipated like air from a burst balloon into the surrounding space.

After tearing through the black claw print, the black sword light showed not a hint of instability. The sword light, as solid as reality, continued hurtling towards Wei Leng, who was in the midst of mocking Jing Yan.

"No!"

Wei Leng roared angrily.

He felt an uncontrollable bone-chilling coldness rising from within.

He didn’t understand what was happening. All he could see in his pupils was the growing sight of the black sword light, which arrived in front of him in an instant. A terrifying intent to kill seemed to invade his body from the outside world.

"No! No!" Wei Leng shouted in panic, "Father, save me, save me!"

Wei Leng was in a fit of madness!

His father, Wei Ming, the first director of the Wei Family, was slightly stunned. What was going on? What on earth was happening?

Although he saw the sword light tearing through the Vajra Wolf Claw’s claw print, he had not fully comprehended what was happening.

The black sword light pierced directly into Wei Leng’s body, which he attempted to dodge. A vast amount of primordial energy instantly invaded all of Wei Leng’s martial arts meridians. freewebnøvel.coɱ

A spray of deep red blood gushed forth from his body. Wei Leng’s frame trembled as he slowly sank to his knees. His eyes were fixed on Jing Yan, his breaths heavy and audible to all the surrounding martial artists.

"You like to cripple others’ Martial Arts Meridians, don’t you?" Jing Yan, revealing his white teeth, spoke slowly, "Today, I’ll let you experience the sensation of your Martial Arts Meridians being slowly destroyed."

Hearing Jing Yan’s words, Wei Leng felt as if the smile on the man before him was that of a demon from hell.

"Ah..." Wei Leng let out a piercing scream.

The terrible agony made him wish for immediate death.

Jing Yan could have indeed killed Wei Leng with a single stroke, but that would have been letting him off too easily.

Thus, Jing Yan’s Sword Light pierced through Wei Leng’s body but did not strike a fatal blow; instead, a stream of Primordial Energy was infused into his Martial Arts Meridians. This Primordial Energy was not extensive, but it was exceptionally domineering, incessantly wrecking Wei Leng’s entire network of Martial Arts Meridians.

Yes, not all at once, but slowly, gradually destroying them, one by one.

This way, Wei Leng would not die immediately but would slowly perish after enduring unbearable pain.

"Beast, you little beast, you’re courting death!"

"Dare to kill my son, I’ll have your life!"

"Damn it, detestable, Jing Yan, how dare you be so reckless and audacious!"

Angry shouts filled with utter desperation followed one after another. Soon after, several figures rushed toward Jing Yan.

Wei Leng was the Wei Family’s most outstanding disciple in the last two decades, a genius Martial Artist with the potential to step into the Innate Realm around the age of twenty. Now, he was on the verge of death right under their watch.

How could these Wei Family great figures remain indifferent?

Especially Wei Ming, Wei Leng’s father, whose eyes were bloodshot, his Primordial Energy churning, as he charged towards Jing Yan first.

Nian Lan and the others were also taken aback.

Nian Lan’s gaze shifted, and coming back to her senses, she let out a loud laugh, "Haha, Wei Family Patriarch, it seems that to deal with a teenager Martial Artist, your numerous Innate Strong People of the Wei Family are ready to join forces to kill him! Haha..."

Nian Lan’s laughter caused Wei Jiuhe and others, in their furious state, to momentarily halt.

It was then that they remembered that there were many outsiders present.

If this group of Innate Strong People from the Wei Family all took action to jointly slay Jing Yan, what face would the Wei Family have left, once word got out?

"Damn it!" Wei Jiuhe roared inwardly, his gaze venomously fixating on Nian Lan.

This damned old woman, Wei Jiuhe truly wanted to slap Nian Lan dead. But he could not do so, for despite his immense fury, he had to suppress this anger for the time being.

"Xiao Leng, Xiao Leng, how are you?"

Wei Ming had already reached Wei Leng’s side, frantically lifting him and asking.

"Father, kill me! Kill me!" Wei Leng’s expression was ferociously twisted; he was almost losing consciousness, his only desire was to die quickly. He could feel the force relentlessly grinding down his inner Martial Arts Meridians, one after another shattering.

"No!" Tears streamed down Wei Ming’s eyes.

This was his son, his son!

He obviously saw the pain Wei Leng was enduring at this moment. But how could he possibly kill his own son by his own hands? He couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Wei Ming hurriedly fed Wei Leng a massive amount of Medicine. However, he himself knew that these medicines would not be crucially effective; he couldn’t stop his son from slowly dying right in front of his eyes.