The Sword God of the Universe-Chapter 882: A Single Finger Shocking the Entire Venue

Chapter 882: Chapter 882: A Single Finger Shocking the Entire Venue

Chu Dongxiong was indignant. When he heard Lord Commander Chu Xianlie speak those words to Jing Yan, he felt even more determined to prove himself.

This subordinate of Jing Yan named Old Seven indeed had formidable strength, but what about the other subordinates?

In Chu Dongxiong’s view, the fact that Jing Yan had Old Seven face him right from the start must mean that Old Seven was the strongest.

Although he couldn’t defeat Old Seven, he believed there wasn’t much of a difference in their strength. If Jing Yan’s other subordinates were weaker than Old Seven, he was confident he could defeat any of them.

Jing Yan frowned upon hearing Chu Dongxiong’s words.

"Chu Dongxiong, I don’t want to waste time on you. You better wise up and stop pestering me. Otherwise, you’ll regret it." Jing Yan stared coldly at Chu Dongxiong.

At Jing Yan’s level of cultivation, his state of mind had also undergone a transformation. Although Chu Dongxiong was likely much older than Jing Yan, in Jing Yan’s eyes, Chu Dongxiong was not qualified to entangle with him.

Chu Dongxiong had already been defeated by Old Seven, yet he still wanted to continue the competition. This made Jing Yan truly angry.

"What? Did I hit the mark?"

"Jing Yan, are you scared? If you are, I won’t force you. But you better get lost, leave the Chu Family Camp." Chu Dongxiong said with intense aggression, feeling elated inside.

Seeing Jing Yan’s attitude, Chu Dongxiong was even more convinced that Jing Yan was afraid. The other subordinates of Jin Yan were definitely not as strong as Old Seven. If Jing Yan sent any subordinate besides Old Seven, he would surely lose.

"Chu Dongxiong, stand down and stop entangling with Jing Yan." Chu Xianlie spoke up once more.

"Chu Dongxiong, losing one bout is no big deal. For us martial artists, winning and losing in competition is normal. But having lost, you should be able to accept it gracefully. What’s the point of this pestering?" Chu Qingyao also couldn’t stand it any longer and spoke up.

"Chu Qingyao, shut your mouth! Don’t think that just because you entered the Dao Emperor Peak earlier, I’d be afraid of you!" Chu Dongxiong didn’t dare to directly confront Chu Xianlie, but he had no fear of Chu Qingyao.

He thought, Chu Qingyao wants to lecture me?

"You..." Chu Qingyao trembled with anger.

"Alright, everyone say less." Deputy Commander Chu Zhen’s eyes flickered, "Lord Commander, it’s not necessarily a bad thing for the younger generation to have bouts. It can be considered a form of training. Since Dongxiong wants to compete more, us elders shouldn’t interfere too much. Of course, if Jing Yan is unwilling, then forget it. Dongxiong certainly can’t force Jing Yan."

Chu Zhen spoke with a sarcastic tone, his face displaying a smirking expression as he looked at Jing Yan, retreating to advance.

Jing Yan sneered, glancing at Chu Zhen.

"Chu Dongxiong, among my six subordinates, which one do you want to fight?" Jing Yan looked intently at Chu Dongxiong.

"Hmph, as long as it’s not Old Seven, any one will do!" Chu Dongxiong was sure that Old Seven was the strongest.

"You choose. Among my six subordinates, you can pick any one." Jing Yan shook his head.

"You want me to choose?"

"Jing Yan, don’t regret it." Chu Dongxiong’s eyes flashed with joy as he looked over each of the puppets, including the Second.

The puppets, including the Second, had somewhat amused expressions. Truly despicable, this Chu Dongxiong. Jing Yan had let the weakest Old Seven fight him, and he still thought Old Seven was the strongest. Besides Old Seven, even Old Six was stronger than Old Seven.

"I choose him!" Chu Dongxiong pointed to the Second puppet standing at the back.

The six puppets were similar in size, but overall, the Second seemed slightly slimmer.

Chu Dongxiong thought the Second would be the easiest to deal with, and he instinctively believed the one standing at the back was the weakest.

"Are you sure you want it?" Jing Yan frowned.

"Jing Yan, are you going back on your word? You just said I could pick anyone." Chu Dongxiong said, grinning.

"Second Brother, take him down. Make sure Chu Dongxiong stays bedridden for a few months." Jing Yan ignored Chu Dongxiong and spoke to the Second.

"Alright!" The Second nodded.

The Second didn’t expect Chu Dongxiong to choose it.

A mere Dao Emperor Realm martial artist dared to challenge it. Even martial artists at the Saint Realm Third Stage had little chance against it.

The Second shook its head and stepped forward. It had little interest in fighting Chu Dongxiong, finding no challenge in a Dao Emperor Realm martial artist.

"Miss, Chu Dongxiong is in for it. This Second seems to be the strongest, and yet he chose the strongest for a bout." Fang Ruoyu’s face was flushed with excitement.

She internally wished to see Chu Dongxiong suffer.

"Chu Dongxiong, after this battle, do not entangle with Jing Yan any further." Chu Xianlie frowned, speaking to Chu Dongxiong.

"Got it." Chu Dongxiong replied impatiently.

"Fall!" With a shout, Chu Dongxiong charged at the Second with his longsword.

The Second smiled slightly, shaking its head.

It didn’t draw its weapon; instead, it simply pointed a finger at Chu Dongxiong in the void.

Seeing the Second’s movement, everyone present showed looks of confusion.

What was this subordinate of Jing Yan doing?

Not using a weapon was one thing, but what was with this casual finger pointing?

Even Fang Ruoyu and Chu Lianxing were surprised, frowning in puzzlement.

"Sss!" At that moment of confusion, a terrifying surge of energy enveloped Chu Dongxiong.

A massive overlay of black patterns surrounded Chu Dongxiong.

Chu Dongxiong’s attack was shattered upon contact with this energy, without any resistance.

"Buzz!" Immediately, Chu Dongxiong’s face turned pale.

"Ah!" He let out a scream of agony.

His body crumpled to the ground, unable to move even a finger despite his struggle.

Fear!

Horror!

Various emotions entangled in Chu Dongxiong’s mind, rendering him oblivious to the physical pain from his injuries.

The Second had followed Jing Yan’s order. The strike wouldn’t kill Chu Dongxiong, but it would keep him bedridden for months. Even with precious healing pills, it would take one or two months of recovery.

Everyone was stunned at this scene.

Wide-eyed, they were in disbelief.

The Second didn’t seem to do much, just pointed a finger at Chu Dongxiong. Then, it turned and stood expressionless beside Jing Yan again.