My Ability Pool is Superior - Chapter 342: Who Are You?

Two Immortal Sect disciples who were originally still locked in a spellcasting battle suddenly stopped in unison, looking shocked towards the distance.

“That’s…”

As the Golden Scale Holy Son unreservedly released his aura, all the Immortal Sect disciples in Ziyun Mountain could clearly sense the ferocious killing intent coming from that direction.

That aura carrying a flavor of destruction was simply like an ancient savage beast breaking free from its seal and stepping into the mortal world.

The True Disciple of Tai Shi Sect, walking alone in the dense forest, paused underfoot, looking towards the direction from which this ferocious aura came with a hint of fear: “It’s the Golden Scale Holy Son, is this still the Golden Scale Evil Suppressing Technique?”

“Who provoked that guy again?”

The drinking youth muttered, then turned his gaze to the young man walking ahead of him.

This generation’s Sword-Holding Disciple of the Sword Pavilion expressed no opinion on this, remaining silent like a stone.

……

Lu Bai sensed that aura and merely glanced sideways at it.

In his view, no matter how intensely these Immortal Sect disciples fought, it had nothing to do with him.

He maintained his unhurried flight speed, about to reach the destination.

As the highest peak in the central area of Ziyun Mountain, it actually had no official name and was generally called Nameless Mountain.

But due to the position of Nameless Mountain, many Immortal Sect disciples were gathering in this direction, with more and more people assembling.

Vague figures could be seen in the dense forest, and Immortal Sect disciples occasionally chose to fly over.

However, they were not as smooth as Lu Bai; almost all were attacked before they could land.

Admittedly, choosing such a flashy method as flight at this time proved these Immortal Sect disciples were quite confident in themselves, and their strength was not weak.

Yet now, all those gathered at Nameless Mountain were the young elites of Xuanzhou—who would think themselves much inferior to their peers?

Unless they were renowned monster geniuses like Great Sect True Disciples or Holy Land Holy Sons, they would inevitably face challenges.

Though Lu Bai appeared on the surface to be merely from Qingwang Sect, with no deterrence.

But after the incident of him defeating Xi Ao Yan in one move, everyone adjusted his threat level to the second tier just below Holy Sons and True Disciples, so no one would rashly act against him for the time being.

Of course, as time passed and more and more powerful auras appeared, Lu Bai, who had been quietly staying on the periphery, was finally targeted.

“You’re Lu Bai?”

A young man with an indifferent expression and narrow eyes at the corners walked up to Lu Bai, looking down at him from a superior posture.

Lu Bai blinked his eyes: “No, you have the wrong person.”

Ling Yi’s complexion darkened a bit: “Do you think that joke is funny?”

“Since you know me, why ask?”

Lu Bai’s face still wore a friendly smile, giving an impression of utmost sincerity.

“All you can do is run your mouth.”

Ling Yi narrowed his eyes, and under the influence of his already narrow eye corners, he appeared even more chilling cold: “Xi Ao Yan is my friend; since you want to step on him to gain fame, don’t blame me for showing no mercy.”

As a powerhouse of the young generation, even if Lu Bai just stood there doing nothing, quite a few people would still pay attention to him.

If there was no great grudge to begin with, the Dao Commencement Assembly normally did not reach such a deadly degree; losing meant just losing, and the overall atmosphere was not particularly tense.

The surrounding Immortal Sect disciples quickly noticed the tense atmosphere between them, all looking at the two with inquiring gazes.

“Who is that guy? He actually dares to step forward and challenge Lu Bai.”

“Does he not know his own weight? Rumor has it that Lu Bai of Qingwang Sect has stepped into the Golden Core Stage.”

“Even if the rumor is false, being able to defeat the late Foundation Establishment Xi Ao Yan in one move proves Lu Bai can dominate absolutely at the Foundation Establishment realm.”

Nearby Immortal Sect disciples discussed animatedly.

From their words, it was clear they basically did not favor Ling Yi, thinking this person had probably lost basic reason just to gain fame.

Ling Yi said no more harsh words, silently operating his family’s cultivation technique, as if waiting for something.

Lu Bai, meanwhile, scrutinized Ling Yi standing before him, his expression gradually becoming somewhat strange.

“Looks like your master never told you.”

The seemingly peaceful situation did not last long; Ling Yi seemed to have finally met some condition and no longer concealed his smugness: “Allow me to introduce myself: I am the True Disciple of Myriad Worm Valley, Ling Yi.”

Lu Bai tilted his head slightly, gesturing for him to continue.

Probably feeling certain of victory, Ling Yi did not mind at all revealing his background.

“Myriad Worm Valley disciples differ from orthodox cultivators who mobilize heaven and earth spiritual energy for spellcasting battles; what we mainly cultivate are gu worms, and with a spiritual technique called natal gu worm, we possess many means unimaginable to orthodox cultivators.”

At this point, Ling Yi paused, just about to continue explaining when Lu Bai’s chuckling voice suddenly interrupted.

“Like using gu worms as fine as dust to enter my body through the air like this?”

At these words, Ling Yi’s expression stiffened involuntarily, a vague unease rising in him.

Forcing himself to calm down: “You noticed? Unfortunately, it’s already too late.”

“Too late? Why don’t you try controlling these gu worms?”

As Lu Bai spoke, he raised his right hand.

Ling Yi subconsciously tried as Lu Bai suggested, only to find he had indeed lost control of the gu worms, his face instantly turning pale.

For bug cultivators like them, ninety percent of their means relied on gu worms; without them, he had no courage to face Lu Bai at all.

Fortunately, Lu Bai was not that cruel and did not plan to let the other suffer too long in fear.

Vast magic power instantly condensed into a spiritual energy palm print.

It was true that one trick could be used everywhere; with cultivation realm far surpassing the young generation of Immortal Sects, Lu Bai had yet to encounter any Immortal Sect disciple who could withstand this kind of attack from him.

The massive spiritual energy palm print seemed to drain the air in its path, smashing towards Ling Yi with terrifying power.

Clearly, Ling Yi had used every means to resist, but could only slightly slow the spiritual energy palm print’s descent, before his physical body was blasted into a pile of minced meat.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding Immortal Sect disciples all showed looks of horror.

But before they could exclaim, they saw a golden figure charging forward rapidly, the pressure it emitted like that of a humanoid savage beast.

“Lu Bai!”

Lu Bai turned sideways, saw the newcomer’s face, confirmed he had no impression of him, and it was too late to ask.

Helplessly, he could only turn to face the comer directly.

Clang!

A clash like needle tip against wheat awn, like a muffled thunderclap splitting the sky.

The deafening metallic hum made many on-site Immortal Sect disciples’ eardrums ache.

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