The Daily Life of the Immortal King - Chapter 272

Chapter 272
Chapter 272: This Is What a Big Shot Is Probably Like . . .
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The space shook violently, causing dust to fall from the ceiling .

Familiar light brown sword light shone forth from the crack, directly illuminating the whole space .

Under normal circumstances, spirit swords were invisible to ordinary people, and Lie Mengmeng couldn't see them at all . But Jingke was very special, because it was originally a peach wood sword, the kind used for warding off evil and which could be found everywhere on the market .

Fatty Luo had only just found out about this, and was utterly astounded .

"Lord . . . Lord Jingke!" The instant he saw Jingke appear, his voice trembled .

He was extremely excited and also amazed at Wang Ling's strength . . . What kind of power was this, that could tear a seam in this completely sealed space and forcefully summon a spirit sword?

Fatty Luo felt that this was already beyond his realm of understanding .

The instant Jingke had been summoned, Grenade-Throwing had obligingly knocked Lie MengMeng out with a light tap to the acupuncture point in his neck .

Ordinary people were completely unable to withstand the mental pressure produced when a spirit sword was summoned through a tear in space; this wasn't a physical attack that a pair of long johns or long underwear could block .

If Lie Mengmeng were to suffer residual effects from this, he would very likely come down with dementia later in life .

"Too strong . . . " Seeing Wang Ling grasp Jingke firmly as sword qi continued to pour out with a roar, Fatty Luo's cheeks couldn't stop quivering .

. . .

This aura vanished as swiftly as it had appeared . Fatty Luo felt that Jingke was just too cool, and that its rapport with Ling Zhenren wasn't an ordinary one .

When Wang Ling held Jingke in his hand, their auras merged into one, and gave off a sense of unity between heaven and man — this was a realm higher than unity between man and sword!

"When will I ever have rapport with a magic treasure as close as the one between Lord Jingke and Ling Zhenren . . . " Fatty Luo blinked, his heart full of envy . After all, this was something you couldn't look for, and which only happened through serendipity . Fatty Luo had collected as well as made a lot of magic treasures, but rapport with a magic treasure wasn't something that could be achieved simply by making one .

The rapport between a spirit sword and its master was a very profound subject . To use a common analogy, Fatty Luo felt that it was just like choosing a daughter-in-law in ancient times by studying her horoscope .

. . .

After ten breaths or so, the air was finally completely calm .

Wang Ling pointed Jingke at the array pattern on the floor .

He was about to slice through it when the array pattern seemed to come to life and move on its own .

"Not good, the spirit of the array pattern is awake and is planning to escape!" Fatty Luo immediately shouted . Apart from being very complicated, this type of array created by an Itinerant Immortal would more often than not have an array spirit . In order to maintain the security and stability of the array, the array spirit would move the core array pattern around every once in a while .

But the array spirit had now awakened earlier than expected . . .



"Want to destroy me? It's not that easy! I was created by the nomological laws of this space; as long as I don't want to die, I won't!" The array spirit laughed proudly .

This type of large magic array wasn't a small matter to begin with . Coupled with an illusion spell and multiple parallel spatial dimensions, this was an advanced spatial magic array, so its array spirit naturally wasn't some common thing .

Just then, that array pattern which had been carved into the floor of the room transformed into a dragon-like specter which suddenly rose up to dart out the door .

It was too fast, like leaping lightning, and Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Fatty Luo's eyes couldn't follow it at all .

Wang Ling didn't look away; he merely frowned, and then stamped down directly with one foot .

Before it could dash out of the door, this array spirit was trapped neatly under Wang Ling's foot .

"Ah!"

It was just the last bit of the array pattern that had been stepped on, like a little tail, but the array spirit was dumbstruck when it realized that it actually couldn't move any further . . .

Wang Ling was already faster than the array spirit had imagined, and the strength in his one foot was enough to nail it firmly to the floor .

"Brother Ling, for this spirit to be able to drive such a large magic array, it's definitely anything but ordinary! It would be great if you can take it alive!" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal suddenly opened his mouth .

The value of an array spirit at the level of an Itinerant Immortal was truly immeasurable .

Activating an array normally required an array flag and the array maker to be present . In the absence of the array maker, however, an array spirit could be used to replace them . But subduing a powerful array spirit was just like trying to conquer heaven, since it was the product of nomological powers; the principle of its creation was somewhat similar to the birth of a sword spirit .



Furthermore, there had been very few arrays since ancient times that could spawn array spirits of their own accord .

However, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's words came too late . . .

Once Wang Ling had made his move, he hadn't had the slightest intention of leaving this array spirit alive .

He hated anything that disturbed his quiet life .

Whether it was the main manipulator behind the scenes or the array spirit in front of him, they were all the same .

Since he wanted to live a peaceful life, he hence didn't need to consider what would happen after . Whether this spirit was strong or weak had nothing to do with him . From the beginning, Wang Ling's goal had always been to bring everyone out of the space safely .

He raised his hand, and his spirit sword instantly started to glow . . .

The brown sword light which enveloped Jingke's body wasn't bright, and instead was quite soft . Nevertheless, the sense of oppression contained within this muted glow was very real .

Fatty Luo just thought that Jingke was really handsome; there was nothing better than a gentle sword .

Terrified, the array spirit could instinctively feel how dangerous the peach wood sword was, and it hurriedly opened its mouth and started to plead frantically . "Exalted Immortal, please let me go . It was I who failed to recognize your honored self . . . "

Wang Ling didn't give it a second look, and directly swung his sword down .



The spirit didn't even have time to scream when the sword directly pierced its body . In the next instant, its ghostly body together with the core array pattern that was concealed within it cracked open, smashed to smithereens .

"Brother Ling . . . "

Seeing this scene, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Fatty Luo couldn't help sucking in cold breaths .

An array spirit at the level of an Itinerant Immortal, slashed just like that . . . Furthermore, it had died with just one swing .

This was what a big shot was probably like . . .

" . . . " Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's heart hurt . If they had been able to subdue such a powerful array spirit, it could definitely have become a powerful errand boy!

But soon after that, he relaxed, because Wang Ling had done nothing wrong .

Since the beginning, he had always, always been this type of person . . .

. . .

With the array spirit eliminated and the core array pattern destroyed, the game space began to fracture .

A little sunlight permeated the dark space, and shone on Wang Ling's face . . .

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Fatty Luo stood on the side and watched him . Maybe it was because they had just overcome a crisis, but they felt that Wang Ling's solemn face seemed a lot more at peace .

Wang Ling didn't say anything; he just picked up Lie Mengmeng next to him, put him over his shoulder, then walked toward the light step by step . . .