This bolt of lightning was strange. It did not connect with the vitality between heaven and earth, nor did it use life vitality.
It looked like it was being transferred from Maha's mind. The shape of the lightning was quite different from the ones in the universe.
Maha had said he would teach Lawson a lesson, but the power of this bolt of lightning was beyond just that. It was extraordinary!
All the Supre Lords in the universe restrained themselves this ti.
Maha belonged to the Sacred race. His status was such that even a Supre Lord in his race might just listen to his commands.
But Maha had gone too far with his actions against a Godly Geniuse.
“You're courting death! How dare you!”
The patriarch of the Lie Clan was the first to step out. A vigorous aura shot into the sky as the atmosphere of the Breaking Cloud Sacred Place surged.
But Maha's lightning arc had already struck. It was too late to stop it.
Boom!
The arcing bolt of lightning pierced Lawson's body with a keening sounding, not unlike a pig being butchered.
The lightning bolt didn't look overly powerful and seed to be one that was ant to rely teach a lesson. But Lawson frantically rolled around on the ground like a twisting water snake.
It was rare to see Lawson in such pain, which could only an that the bolt of lightning was extrely torturous.
The patriarch of the Lie Clan was torn between attending to Lawson's injuries and attacking Maha.
A cold light flashed in the patriarch's hand, indicating the appearance of a dragon-headed saber. He raised the saber and brought it slashing down without any hesitation.
The nine Supre Lords beside Maha moved into different positions. Each of them flashed a pale green ring, the lights of which quickly connected to each other.
They had set up an array formation!
Since Supre Lords had different types of Heavenly Destinies, it was very rare for them to cultivate an array together.
This was happening only in the universe where Zen was.
In the universe where the Sacred race ca from, almost every supre world was occupied by the Sacred race. Small races like the humans, the Demon Night, and the ogres were all concentrated in two or three supre worlds, like pets of the Sacred race.
This made the Sacred Race a highly unified one.
In this universe, however, many Supre Lords couldn't choose which Crown of Destiny to bear.
Since the Crown of Destiny usually appeared randomly after the fall of a Supre Lord, whoever seized it would bear it. It didn't matter which rank the Heavenly Destiny was at. No one had a choice. As long as one could have the Heavenly Destiny, one beca a Supre Lord. There was no need for them to care too much about what kind of Heavenly Destiny they got.
A top-rank Heavenly Destiny had only been selected once when the Celestial Position relied on Lester's Heavenly Destiny of Revival to continuously kill and revive a Supre Lord, and other races had agreed not to fight over it.
But once a Supre Lord of the Sacred race perished, the entire race would have to wait for the next Crown of Destiny.
Once the Crown of Destiny appeared in the universe, every race would rush to take it over.
But the Sacred race would analyze the Crown of Destiny and find out what Heavenly Destiny it contained before they took it. If this Heavenly Destiny was not good, they would just wait quietly and let it disappear. Before long, this Crown of Destiny would once again appear in another location, the Heavenly Destiny within this Crown of Destiny having undergone a new change.
The Sacred race used this thod to replace Heavenly Destiny that wasn't very useful or powerful enough. Only after they managed to sift through a strong Heavenly Destiny would they appoint a world lord of the Sacred race to receive it.
This ant that the advantage of the Sacred race didn't just lie in their True Gods. Even a Supre Lord of this race was much more qualified than a Supre Lord in the universe.
Because these Supre Lords were familiar with each other, they were able to use their abilities to lay down a powerful array.
The other Supre Lords wouldn't watch on as the patriarch of Lie Clan got to work.
The auras of the dozens of Supre Lords looked like they had solidified. Even the air seed to have frozen.
Maha let a thin smile snake across his face. He wasn't panicking even though he was facing the earth-shattering blade attack of the Lie Clan patriarch.
But at the center of the formation that the Supre Lords of the Sacred race had ford, space began to fluctuate with extre intensity. As the saber ca cutting down, a large hand suddenly appeared in the fluctuating space.
It reached out and flailed for a hot minute before grabbing, shattering the Lie Clan patriarch's saber light.
Crack!
It was not only the saber light that had broken.
Countless cracks began to appear on the blade in the patriarch's hand. The blade continued to twist, and eventually turned into an iron rod.
This hand clearly hadn't co into contact with the dragon-headed saber, but had produced a strange effect. What level of power that hand must have!
The patriarch of Lie Clan threw Maha an ugly look. The Supre Lord of Original Sin and Supre Lord of Oracle looked gloomy.
This dragon-headed saber was called the 'Buried Sea'. It ranked twelfth on the Universe Spirit Tablet, and was made of material from the Dark Star itself. It was also not sothing that an ordinary Supre Lord could use. Only the patriarch of the Lie Clan could.
Such a blade had been crushed into a steel rod and turned into a piece of scrap tal without even making contact with the huge hand!
How strong must the hand be!
“Humph!”
Once the hand withdrew, an evil snort sounded off it.
It spread out, causing the hearts of the Supre Lords to tremble. The Godly Geniuses were pale as paper as they subconsciously retreated.
Only Zen stood there, motionless.
The True God hadn't co, but this race had managed to pressurize so many Supre Lords with just a single hand!
True Gods were also divided into different grades.
Top-rank Supre Lords like Supre Lord of Original Sin and Master Feng, had the ability to fight True Gods of the lowest level. After all, they were only a half-step away from being a True God.
But the owner of this hand seed to be far more than just an ordinary True God.
Master Feng and the others were still holding back. The truth was, if several Supre Lords joined hands, they didn't need to be afraid of this giant hand. But it wasn't ti for them to fight. Instead, they had to put up with them.
Furthermore, Lawson had already pulled himself off the ground. His screams had been fierce, but he hadn't suffered any serious injuries.
“So this is a True God!” Zen stared at the huge hand, his eyes narrowed.
As he was sizing the hand up, Zen felt an unfriendly gaze lock onto him. It was from Maha.
Their gazes t and their hearts skipped a collective beat.
Maha usually looked down on these Godly Geniuses. But the mont he had looked at Zen, he had understood almost instantly that this was the boy that had won the Illusion Battlefield. Although Zen's cultivation was only at the Spirit Supre Realm, his potential was surprisingly strong.
Zen's eyes were calm. As he looked at Maha, there wasn't a trace of anger in them. It was as if this was a matter of course.
The two of them looked at each other for less than three seconds. But Zen's face contorted into a contemptuous smile.
“What are you laughing at?” Maha was annoyed at this show of contempt. In any case, he had already broken off all decorum. Maha predicted that these Supre Lords didn't dare fight here. So he addressed Zen.
This Maha had co prepared today. Even if they couldn't negotiate, they would still rely on the deterrence of a True God to display their might.
“I'm laughing at you, a re world lord. You can't wait to use the power of the True God behind you, and yet you feel proud of yourself?” Zen asked calmly.
Maha's face fell. He had long since had the opportunity to bear the Heavenly Destiny. At the ti, there had even been a supre Heavenly Destiny that would help him beco a top-rank Supre Lord. But he had chosen to give it up. He would beco bound by the heavens after bearing the Heavenly Destiny, unable to cross the heavens to beco a True God.
To him, the sacrifice was too great. He had the ambition to beco a True God, and this ambition was now not too far away from him.
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