Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! Chapter 1278 - 381: The Saint’s Wrath (1)

Right at that moment, Chen Yan bit down hard on the tip of his tongue, the sharp pain barely forcing his mind to clear.

Yet he still held his hand up in a death grip, keeping the mirror firmly aimed at Lu Sisi’s body!!

In midair, the Saintess Ghost whose body had been "knocked" out, finally showed anger on her face!

From the start until just now, she had only been treating this like a game, taking it lightly, letting so much water that it could drown a sea, merely dealing with Chen Yan’s attacks casually.

But at this moment, when she saw that soul-capturing mirror forged from black crystal, she finally realized that right now, in this world, with her cultivation being suppressed to the Third Realm, that Chen Family’s son standing opposite her, the black crystal Magical Treasure in his hand... actually had a real chance of wounding her!!

There was even the faintest possibility it could ruin her Tribulation Crossing plan!!

In that instant, she finally grew angry.

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When a Saint grows angry, even the light of sun and moon cannot withstand the tip of her tassel!

The Soul Body of the Saintess Ghost paused for only a heartbeat in midair, but as anger surfaced on her face, she moved!!

All of a sudden, those countless broken fragments of branches that had already shattered flew back, as if time were turning in reverse, all returning into Lu Sisi’s hand!

The Saintess Ghost twisted her body and surged forward, once again flying into Lu Sisi’s body.

In the next instant, with the now whole branch once more condensed in her hand, she stepped forward in a sudden lunge!

Pu!!

Facing into the mirror’s light, the branch drove straight into Chen Yan’s chest, punching right through!

Chen Yan’s body trembled; he finally collapsed weakly, dropping to his knees on the ground, the mirror in his hand falling into the muddy earth!

Blood flowed from his mouth, while Lu Sisi had already walked up to him, pressing one palm against his chest.

With a soft puff, the branch lodged in his chest shot out from his back, piercing straight through a big tree ten steps behind him!

Blood gushed from Chen Yan’s mouth in streams.

"Chen brat of the Chen Family, this seat was merely toying with you before, yet you dared use such methods. Do you truly intend to sabotage my Tribulation Crossing?!"

Chen Yan opened his eyes and looked at this Saint before him, his breath ragged, yet he forced a grin: "Isn’t what you want... to push things to the extreme!

Personally slaughtering your own lover—extreme enough for you?"

Lu Sisi’s hand froze.

She pressed her lips together, gritting her teeth as she said, "Do you really think I don’t dare kill you?"

Chen Yan only gave a weak smile.

A flicker of Evil Qi flashed in Lu Sisi’s eyes; she raised her palm, about to bring it down.

All of a sudden, the wind and clouds surged again in the sky above; the rolling black clouds churned once more, brewing an even greater storm of lightning.

That last Spell cast by the Saintess Ghost had once again broken this world’s Heavenly Dao laws, about to draw down heavenly punishment.

Lu Sisi now had a trace of impatience in her eyes; she lifted her head and glared at the sky, shouting angrily, "Scatter!!"

With that, she swung her palm upward.

With a thunderous boom, a raging gust and tidal wave soared into the heavens; countless trees on the ground were uprooted and thrust straight toward the sky!

The vast black clouds were actually forced to roll back by the might unleashed from that single palm!

The pitch-black sky cleared in an instant!

However, it only lasted a brief moment; the black clouds were scattered, but dense rolls of muffled thunder suddenly rumbled from the remaining clouds, as if conveying this world’s Heavenly Dao’s fury and displeasure.

And in the distant sky, more and more black clouds began to gather again, sweeping over!

Compared to before, they were several times more numerous!!

This Saint’s unrestrained use of Holy Power only drew even greater suppression from this realm’s Heavenly Dao, and it was about to descend!

Lu Sisi let out a cold snort and lowered her head to look at Chen Yan, seeing his chest already pierced through, a fist-sized bloody hole pouring with blood.

Lu Sisi said softly, "You really have to take it this far?"

Blood bubbled from Chen Yan’s mouth; he could no longer speak, only staring at Lu Sisi with a cold sneer on his face.

Lu Sisi sighed, stretching out her hand, about to press down on Chen Yan’s forehead.

Just then, a timid voice came from within the woods.

"Saint, please stay your hand. This old man has something to report!"

Lu Sisi lifted her head to see that within the dense forest, that wretched old man Lin Qingquan was hunching his back, attitude humble, shuffling out in small steps.

His hands were raised high in a cupped-fist salute, but his head was lowered, only daring to glance upward from under his brows. His tone was meek and cowardly, yet his words came quickly: "The two sides had an agreement; it shouldn’t be like this. This Chen Family’s son is still of use."

Lu Sisi focused on Lin Qingquan, her gaze clouded for a moment, then she sneered coldly: "I act of my own will—who dares meddle! If anyone wishes to ruin my great Tribulation Crossing, let alone you, even that one behind you won’t be able to stop me when I decide to make a move!"

With that, her palm came down, slapping onto the top of Chen Yan’s head. Chen Yan made no sound, toppling forward and collapsing onto the ground.

Lin Qingquan’s expression changed drastically!

He stared at Lu Sisi for a couple of breaths, then bowed with a shake of his head: "Saint, was there any need for this, any need at all..."

"Get lost!"

Lu Sisi barked, not sparing Lin Qingquan another glance. With a wave of her hand, she pulled that Yang Family lackey who had been sitting on the ground in the distance over to her, seized him by the hand, and strode into the woods; in just a few steps, they vanished into the dense forest.

Lin Qingquan let out a sigh, his expression turning extremely ugly.

Only after the Saint left did he finally straighten up, hurrying over to Chen Yan. Reaching him, he could only groan, "You little bastard, are you out of your mind! Didn’t I warn you, told you not to... huh?!"

He froze for a moment, then suddenly stared at Chen Yan again: "Holy shit!!"

On the ground, how was that still Chen Yan’s "corpse"?

It was clearly a Substitute Puppet!

"Fuck, all of you... putting on a show just for this old man, is that it?!"

Lin Qingquan fumed in indignation.

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