"Haha, just a bunch of worthless chickens and dogs. Are they really what you’re relying on?" Zhao Sheng glanced over the eight lifeless figures opposite him, paused on one of them, and suddenly chuckled lightly.
As he spoke, he tossed the Nine Nether Tower into his mouth, hiding it under his tongue.
"Hmph, at death’s door and still dare to be so boastful, truly ignorant of your own demise!" Hu Qianqian, emboldened, roared angrily.
Timing was swift, as if in slow motion!
Zhao Sheng’s eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly vanished into thin air from where he stood.
Boom... Boom... Boom...
In an instant, seven figures were simultaneously engulfed by blinding fist lights, unable to even unleash a final strike before being completely smashed.
An ancient saying goes: if one’s skills are superior by a line, they’re boundless.
In this situation, that sentint was perfectly illustrated.
When Zhao Sheng’s strength exceeded the limits of the Returning to Void Realm, stepping into the threshold of the Unification Realm, no number of individuals below the Unification Realm could contend; all were defeated with one punch in the end.
However, the last figure effortlessly dodged the punch.
This person was bald and barefoot, with an aged and haggard face, a faintly visible extrely dim halo behind his head; in his life, he was clearly a Great Ability of the Unification Realm.
A mont later, Zhao Sheng appeared hundreds of miles away, gazing solemnly at the last bald old man.
As soon as his gaze landed on this individual, the bald old man suddenly lifted his head and looked back, his dead fish eyes bursting with an incredibly blinding light.
"Not good—" Upon eting his gaze, Zhao Sheng imdiately felt as if struck by a massive hamr, instantly seeing darkness and feeling dizzy, his Primordial Spirit shrouded in a layer of dark light.
Three monts later, he regained self-awareness, but by this ti, it was already too late.
The bald old man, like a ghost, appeared from nowhere above Zhao Sheng’s head.
In the instant he "awoke," the bald old man had already removed the halo from behind his head, casually throwing it down.
Instantly, it was as if ti stood still; the halo expanded rapidly, unexpectedly swallowing the mighty, towering Zhao Sheng whole.
From afar, a forty-nine-zhang-tall giant spirit was being slowly obliterated from head to toe by the Grotto Heaven Halo.
One breath later, the spot was empty, as if Zhao Sheng had never existed.
Looking again at the bald old man, he turned to glance at the three disgraceful young ones, then his figure slowly dissipated without leaving a word.
Witnessing this terrifying scene, Hu Qianqian was ecstatic, laughing arrogantly: "Jie jie jie, that person is finally dead!"
Under the Bone Heaven Demon Umbrella, a Returning to Void nad Chen laughed in excitent: "Senior Brother Sect Leader, Ancestor Wuxin truly is an exceptional figure of our sect! Even though he sat down years ago, the projection he left behind could easily erase a major enemy, simply extraordinary!"
Another elderly Returning to Void heard this and imdiately echoed: "Junior Master Chen is absolutely right. It’s a pity heaven envies talent; if not for that old monster of the Supre Sect bullying the weak, Ancestor Wuxin wouldn’t have been fatally wounded and had to pass away prematurely."
As soon as he finished speaking, a thunderous rumble arose from the ground below, and an unfathomably deep crack appeared on the surface.
Hu Qianqian’s face changed dramatically, suddenly turning pale as he shouted: "Oh no! How could I have forgotten—"
Before the words were finished, a sudden change occurred!
With a light chuckle erging from the depths of the earth’s crack, a withered head with disheveled hair rose from below.
The three Returning to Void elders turned pale and chilled to the bone the mont they saw the head appear.
The next instant, the withered head appeared out of nowhere before the Chen elder.
"No—" Chen’s eyes widened to their limit, instinctively letting out a miserable cry.
However, he had no opportunity to utter a second word.
The withered head opened its mouth and inhaled, and the person was involuntarily drawn into the pitch-black, withered mouth, silent forevermore.
The withered head smacked its lips a few tis, inflating like a balloon, soon regaining so of its forr glory.
Hu Qianqian let out a sigh of relief, hurriedly flying over, paying homage with three bows and nine kowtows before the head.
Another Returning to Void elder rushed over as well, also paying great respect to the head.
"Unworthy disciple Hu Qianqian (Cheng Dashi), pays respects to Wind Immortal Ancestor!"
"Jie jie!" The head suddenly opened its eyes, gazing cruelly and mockingly at the two, chuckling: "The millennium grand sacrifice hasn’t arrived, yet you’ve awakened ; could it be... you’re so eager to rge into one with ?"
Hearing these words, Hu Qianqian and Cheng Daqian were almost scared witless.
Cheng Daqian knelt there, trembling like a sieve, not daring to look directly at Ancestor, let alone speak.
Hu Qianqian was terrified, but nervously stamred: "Old... ancestor, please be discerning! Your disciples didn’t intend to disturb your peaceful rest, but just now a major enemy forcibly intruded into our sect’s spiritual realm. We were no match for him, so we had no choice... no choice—"
Before finishing the sentence, Hu Qianqian suddenly stared blankly into the distance, then quickly displayed a look of ecstatic joy.
At this mont, the "disheveled head" also sensed the abnormality behind, swiftly turning its head, its pitch-black eyes suddenly turned into two black holes, seemingly capable of absorbing all worldly light.
At two hundred miles away, Zhao Sheng appeared in mid-air, astonishingly without a single injury on him.
In fact, he had almost co to reincarnation once more!
Luckily, at the very mont that illusory "Grotto Heaven" self-destructed, he narrowly escaped disaster by slipping into Silence Island at the last critical mont, thus avoiding a tribulation.
Reviews
All reviews (0)