My Cold CEO Fiancee

In mid-air, Wang Shaoshao grasped his sword with both of his hands and swung it down heavily.    

    

This strike contained all of his strength.    

    

This strike, was the all the gained essence of comprehension after he charged into the Immortal Level.    

    

A mournful wail sounded out, and the wasteland immediately turned into hell.    

    

Sou sou sou sou sou!    

    

Under the effects of the cold inner strength, the snowflakes turned into ice and fell to the ground.    

    

Ma Qingkong, who was watching from a distance, nodded.    

    

As one of the Nine Great Venerables, Wang Shaoshao's performance was basically qualified.    

    

To be precise, as one of the eight strongest Martial Cultivator in this world, he had used his own performance to bring this world's Martial Cultivator to justice.    

    

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Wen Xingchen's mouth. She leaned forward and her short blade suddenly flew out.    

    

"Whiz!"    

    

The short knife was like a shooting star that flashed across the night sky in summer.    

    

The moment the short blade left her hand, Wen Xingchen lightly tapped the ground with her foot.    

    

Amidst the falling ice, she was like a fairy dancing in the wilderness.    

    

This scene entered Ma Qingkong's eyes.    

    

Pata!    

    

The Han Knife in his hands powerlessly fell to the ground.    

    

He stared at the light that was flying towards Wang Shaoshao.    

    

Ma Qingkong had to admit that the trajectory was natural, as if it was a masterpiece by the gods.    

    

Qiu Shuihan couldn't match up to the immortal power essence that was contained within it.    

    

Clang!    

    

The Longsword slashed down while facing the resplendent light, and the strong sword qi followed suit.    

    

Boom!    

    

The spot where Wen Xingchen had been standing earlier had been split into a vacuum.    

    

The mournful wails ceased, the snowstorm ceased, and time came to a standstill.    

    

Plop!    

    

Wang Shaoshao knelt on one knee and turned around abruptly.    

    

After hitting empty air, the defense around Wang Shaoshao's body was quickly sealed. Wang Shaoshao's fighting skills were not bad.    

    

The hand holding the sword was trembling.    

    

He had never imagined that the short blade that Wen Xingchen had thrown would be so powerful.    

    

He looked at the woman with fluttering hair and thought: "Could this be the power of the Immortal Arts?"    

    

The short knife landed firmly in Wen Xingchen's hand.    

    

She was still in the same position, a faint smile on her lips.    

    

It was as if she was fully prepared before the fight, as if everything was under her control.    

    

Wang Shaoshao's right hand shook like a flower as he took a step forward with his left foot and his right foot firmly stepped on the ground as he squatted.    

    

"That move just now was very beautiful!" Wang Shaoshao praised.    

    

"You're not bad too. Even though you misunderstood the way the Demon Suppressing Ancient Tablet mental cultivation method went wrong, you still managed to comprehend twenty percent. It's rare."    

    

Wen Xingchen was not stingy with her praise as well. "As a Martial Cultivator of a low level world, it's not easy to achieve this step!"    

    

These words sounded very harsh to Wang Shaoshao. As a Martial Cultivator of Immortal Level, he had already reached the limits of what he could do.    

    

Other people might not be able to understand how much effort he had put into this journey from the nameless state to the unparalleled scenery.    

    

However, no matter how hard you tried, there was still a gap between you and the experts from that world.    

    

Why?!    

    

Wang Shaoshao let out a cold snort: "Cultivating the so-called Immortal Arts, and you think you're a god?"    

    

Wen Xingchen smiled when she heard Wang Shaoshao's words.    

    

"You know very well whether or not I'm a deity from that world."    

    

"Even if he is from that world, he is not a deity!"    

    

Wang Shaoshao looked at the sky and said with a sonorous and powerful voice, "What god? Where did the immortal come from?"    

    

Wen Xingchen giggled. "Such a strong aura. If you had this aura just now, you wouldn't have been toyed with by Zou Jiuzhou."    

    

Wang Shaoshao tried his best to adjust his emotions: "You want to mess with my mind? Is this the way a god does? "    

    

"I didn't mess up your mind. You aren't worth it for me to mess up your mind. I'm just speaking the truth."    

    

Wen Xingchen held her dagger tightly, as she concentrated her incomparably pure immortal energy on it.    

    

The knife that had been glinting with a cold light suddenly flashed with indigo light.    

    

Wen Xingchen's long hair was lifted in the wind and snow. She stared at Wang Shaoshao and said confidently, "You are the first expert I have met in this low world."    

    

"But, no matter how strong you are, you are still no match for me!"    

    

"Stop talking about the lower realms. I wonder how high your world is!" Wang Shaoshao said angrily.    

    

"High on the Cultivation Level! Gao Zizai's Dao! " A trace of disdain flashed across Wen Xingchen's lips. "You don't believe me? We'll see how it goes under his hand! "    

    

"Alright!"    

    

Wang Shaoshao squeezed out a word from his teeth and ran towards Wen Xingchen.    

    

The brilliant light from earlier was gone, and the yellow sword was almost transparent. It was as beautiful as a topaz.    

    

He did not use his inner strength like before, but instead gathered all of his strength into the blade of the sword.    

    

The cruel reality proved that playing with inner strength in front of an expert from another world was equivalent to courting death.    

    

Wen Xingchen saw Wang Shaoshao rushing over.    

    

He moved to the left side, sticking close to the ground like lightning behind Wang Shaoshao.    

    

Then, with a backhand grip of her blade, she charged over like lightning.    

    

Just as the crystal-like Longsword was about to sweep across everything, its eyes suddenly turned blank.    

    

Killing intent came from Wang Shaoshao as he instinctively swung his sword behind his back.    

    

Clang!    

    

The sword and the saber clashed.    

    

Wang Shaoshao was sent flying by the impact.    

    

Wen Xingchen drew back more than a hundred feet.    

    

She immediately half squatted, supported herself on the ground with her left hand and her right hand behind her back as she smiled complacently at the figure not far away.    

    

"Are you convinced?"    

    

Blood dripped from the hand that held the sword into the snow. It was dark red.    

    

Wang Shaoshao looked at the wound, then looked at Wen Xingchen, who was not far away, and nodded.    

    

"Your speed is faster than mine, and your martial skills are stronger than mine!"    

    

"Not only that, my comprehension is also higher than yours!" Wen Xingchen smiled proudly.    

    

Wang Shaoshao's face was filled with dissatisfaction.    

    

"Your speed is faster than mine and your martial arts is stronger than mine, but that doesn't mean that your comprehension is higher than mine!"    

    

"For me to be able to charge into the Nine Great Venerables in this world, I can be considered one of the few strong people in your world!"    

    

Wen Xingchen sighed. "It's a pity that you were born in this world after all. You won't be able to be born in my world in the next life."    

    

Wang Shaoshao's body couldn't help but tremble because what Wen Xingchen said was the truth.    

    

Wen Xingchen easily dodged the first exchange of blows.    

    

In the second exchange, Wang Shaoshao suffered a loss.    

    

Wen Xingchen was much stronger than him in terms of both speed and strength, as well as her comprehension of the Dao.    

    

In front of Ma Qingkong, even though Wang Shaoshao was no match for Ma Qingkong, he would not be so passive.    

    

Wen Xingchen was an insurmountable mountain for Wang Shaoshao.    

    

The next exchange would determine life or death.    

    

It had been a long time since he last fought in such a straightforward manner. Thinking about the past battles, Wang Shaoshao smiled wryly.    

    

There was a saying that said, 'when a man is about to die, his words are good.' In fact, at the moment of despair, he had slowly seen through things that he could not see through before.    

    

Sadly, no matter how well you look, God will not give you a chance to live.    

    

Wang Shaoshao was thinking that if he still maintained his demeanor after stepping onto the Immortal Level, perhaps his strength should not be as weak as he used to be.    

    

If he did not practice the cultivation method of the Demon Suppressing Ancient Tablet and wholeheartedly pursued martial arts, then he might even be stronger than he was right now.    

    

In these two exchanges, he had realized that the little tricks he had previously been so proud of, could be displayed in front of middle and high Martial Cultivator s, and were pitifully weak in front of pure immortal energy.    

    

When the Martial Cultivator faced off against an enemy, it was against their foundation and against their own comprehension.    

    

Thinking about this, Wang Shaoshao stuck his sword into the ground.    

    

Wen Xingchen was a little confused. "What, you admitted defeat?"    

    

"Admit defeat?" Wang Shaoshao laughed loudly, "Why would I admit defeat?"    

    

"Then what are you going to do?"    

    

"I want to let you know why I can become a Supreme Realm cultivator!"    

    

Wang Shaoshao pointed to his eyes and dug them out, then threw them on the ground.    

    

Blood gushed out of his eye sockets.    

    

Wen Xingchen's delicate body trembled when she saw this. The disdain on her face was hard to find.    

    

She said to the man standing proudly in the snow, "I will give you a dignified death!"    

    

"Even if you are not a good person and even if your crimes are unforgivable, at the very least, on the Wasteland, you have used your strength to protect the dignity of the Martial Cultivator!"    

    

Ma Qingkong bent down and picked up the Han Knife with a complicated look in his eyes.    

    

Originally, he looked down on the Four Great Honored Warriors very much, especially Wang Shaoshao.    

    

Amongst the Four Great Honored Warriors of the Tianji Sect, Wang Shaoshao's mind was the worst and his personality was the most arrogant.    

    

But today, Wang Shaoshao's performance was truly impressive.    

    

Zou Jiuzhou viciously set Wang Shaoshao up. Logically speaking, he should be at his weakest right now.    

    

Who would have thought that Wang Shaoshao would not only perform at his normal level, but would also go all out in the end, causing others to have a whole new level of respect for him.    

    

In terms of speed, Wen Xingchen was stronger than Wang Shaoshao by more than two grades.    

    

In terms of martial skills, even Ma Qingkong, the martial skill that Wen Xingchen controlled, was unable to match up to her.    

    

Wang Shaoshao's only advantage was the Space Rules's restraint on Wen Xingchen.    

    

To put it more precisely, no matter how strong Wen Xingchen was, she could not display power that exceeded the limits of her High Rank Peak, nor could she display a speed that was too heaven-defying.    

    

Under these conditions, Wang Shaoshao gouged out his eyes. Although he couldn't escape by relying on his instincts, he had maximized his advantage and avoided the shortcoming.    

    

Wang Shaoshao was a worthy opponent.    

    

Wen Xingchen was calm. She held the blade in her hand behind her back, and her gaze was level with the body of the blade.    

    

"Are you ready?" Wen Xingchen asked.    

    

Wang Shaoshao held the sword tightly in his hand and raised it up high to face the wind and snow. While enduring the pain, he shouted with vigor, "Bring it on!"    

    

Wen Xingchen infused her immortal energy into her blade as she took a step forward, charging at her opponent at the fastest speed possible.    

    

She was truly fast. Just as she lifted her foot, there were still afterimages before disappearing into thin air.    

    

Everywhere they passed, sonic booms rang out behind them.    

    

When Wen Xingchen's short knife slashed towards Wang Shaoshao's neck.    

    

The snow on the ground was blown in two directions, and the ground was split in half.    

    

Wen Xingchen leaned forward and swiped the dagger from right to left.    

    

At the same time, Wang Shaoshao swung his sword with both of his hands.    

    

The resplendent yellow brilliance on the blade of the sword converged into a straight line.    

    

This strike was not fancy, just like a martial artist who had just started practicing martial arts. Under the guidance of his master, he grasped his sword with both hands and instinctively swung diagonally.    

    

Wen Xingchen's body leaned to the side. Her long hair had been cut off by the sword Qi. It floated into the air and then ignited, disappearing without a trace.    

    

Crack!    

    

A light sound streaked past his ears.    

    

Bang!    

    

Wang Shaoshao's sword heavily smashed into the ground as the sword qi penetrated more than a hundred feet into the ground!    

    

Plop!    

    

Wang Shaoshao knelt on one knee on the ground. Blood dripped from his eye sockets onto the snow on his face. Then, it froze and turned into droplets of blood.    

    

A thin red line appeared on his neck and became thicker.    

    

The cold wind blew, and the head rolled down.    

    

The headless neck was no longer spurting blood, but had been frozen by power.    

    

Thus, he fell on top of the head in the snow. The regret and disappointment that hung from the corner of his mouth became eternal.