"IMPOSSIBLE!" An old ancestor with an Enlightened Realm cultivation base could not believe his eyes. One should know that there were 3 Supre Elders of the Dark Dragon Sect.
The old man against our bored gar right now was nad Long Min and boasted the greatest defense amongst the 3.
This old ancestor has personally battled with Supre Elder Long Min before and was not even able to wound his foe no matter how hard he tried.
Thus, one could only imagine the shock of this old ancestor when he saw the bleeding figure of his long ti adversary.
"Fellow Daoist Clark did not even have to stand up to achieve this feat!" The naless old ancestor spied on our very own protagonist with extre alarm in his eyes.
He was particularly looking at the ordinary black spear which hovered in vertical magnificence at the side of our avid gar.
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"Interesting." Clark raised a curious brow towards the old man above him.
He would have expected to steal the life of this supre elder but was surprised to see only a long gash of wound from the forehead down to the old man's neck.
This was not a fatal blow at all. On the other side of the board, Long Min was stunned in place!
'I should have died right then and there!'
'Why am i still alive?!' Long Min tried to rember what happened earlier. He only saw a spear that went for his head at once.
With this kind of unbelievable speed, dodging was out of the option. And so Long Min could only rely on his great physical prowess to withstand the blow.
Alas, what occurred next was beyond the expectations of Long Min. The sharp spear broke skin and even passed through his skull like knife on butter.
But upon the next breath, it was as if ti had rewoven itself and recreated a different reality than before.
"Brother?" Long Min called softly. There was only 1 person who could have fashioned such a mysterious technique for him.
This was of course the strongest Supre Elder of the Dark Dragon Sect. Long Delan, the one who summoned this 769th Heavenly Expedition.
"On behalf of the Dark Dragon Sect, I apologize for the behavior of our Supre Elder Long Min, Fellow Daoist Clark."
"Allow us to compensate for this crude behavior in the coming Gathering of Champions."
"I promise that the Dark Dragon Sect will give its best to welco you in that ti." A voice that seed to co from everywhere rocked the entire world.
"The Lord of Miracles!"
"The Great Peace Bringer!"
"Supre Elder Long Delan!"
"Fellow Daoist Cloud Emperor!" A few old fogies rose in attention. There was both fear and respect in their gazes at this ti.
One could only imagine how accomplished Long Delan was in order to achieve this feat amongst his peers.
Most of these old monsters were at the peak and 10th Stage of the Enlightened Realm already and yet everyone was alard to know that Long Delan had decided to speak at this ti.
This was of course not unusual since Supre Elder Long Delan was once of the few powerhouses who had already slain soone of their level. Not once but twice at that!
When Long Delan was still in the 9th Stage of Enlightened Realm, he slaughtered the Eternal Demon of Erald Continent.
One should know that the Eternal Demon was already a 10th Stage Enlightened Realm at that ti and has lived for hundreds of thousands of years.
The second ti impossible deed was when Long Delan just broke through to the 10th Stage of Enlightened Realm.
He then killed the Seven Blade Immortal and ended a tyranny that spanned for countless eras.
With these two amazing heads in the bag, Long Delan has absolutely cented his fa as one of the strongest cultivators in the 4 outer continents of this xianxia world.
Everyone was holding their breaths at this ti. They could not wait to hear the answer of our bored gar and the stretch of silence was especially uncomfortable for most.
So wanted more conflict but the majority did not want that at all. They just wish for the night to pass quietly.
"Since i am born a forgiving person then i shall let this offense pass by once."
"There will not be a second ti after this."
"I just hope that the Dark Dragon Sect can bring a happy surprise in the Gathering of Champions." Clark replied with ease.
It was stupid to burn his bridges against the Dark Dragon Sect tonight.
Without them, he would have to expend enormous ti and energy in preparing for the voyage towards the Central Continent.
Our avid gar was simply wise enough to let other people do the bulk of the work for himself.
After all, he was not the sa as these old monsters who had already run out of ti on this world. He still has the luxury of ti.
"We shall do our best to please you, Fellow Daoist Clark." Long Delan's voice rang again and the world turned eerily silent in the next mont.
Long Min had an inscrutable look at our bored gar for a few precious seconds before he exited the scene without farewell.
"CRACK!"
"CRACK!"
"CRACK!" The defensive formation of the Dark Dragon Sect crumbled like raindrops.
"Even the Five Layered Elental Formation of the Dark Dragon Sect failed to hold the might of Fellow Daoist Clark!"
"At least 10 of us are needed to put a re dent unto this array but he did it with a re thrust of his spear!"
"Just how strong is Fellow Daoist Clark?!" A debate rang once more in the void amongst the horde of Enlightened Realm Experts.
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Sowhere in the Dark Dragon Sect.
"I have failed, Brother." Long Min said in a forlorn voice. His actions from earlier were of course preditated.
His mission was to befriend our bored gar's camp but most especially get the details of the newly known Saint Physique.
Supre Elder Long Delan was very much interested in the special body of our very own Han Bei.
"We may have failed but we have also gained much, Brother. Co. Let us drink!" Long Delan replied with a smile.
'I really could not understand you, brother.' Long Min could only sigh in silence. After that, two old n, two life long brothers in the sect, drank until dawn.
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