548: Chapter 541: Blood and Flesh Avatar?
548: Chapter 541: Blood and Flesh Avatar?
Feeling Chen Hai’s unmistakably hostile gaze, the Heavenly Desolate Demon Sect Thunder Tribulation Realm experts in the sky turned ashen-faced, their expressions drastically altered.
“Palace Master Sun had survived seven Heavenly Tribulations, and yet he just died like that?”
“This man is fierce; we are definitely no match for him.”
“Run, run quickly…”
Exchanging glances and nodding, how could they care about entangling further with Zhao Wushen and Li Wutu?
Turning to flee, they now only wanted to run as far away as possible, putting a substantial distance between themselves and Chen Hai.
“Attacking our Bloodthirsty Sect’s gates, causing such massive damage to our sect, and now you think you can run?
Can you escape?”
“Wushen, Wutu, intercept those two; we absolutely must not let them successfully escape.”
Because of Sun Jitian’s death, Ouyang Ming, Gui Wuya, and the others, who had been completely stunned, snapped back to reality upon seeing the Thunder Tribulation experts from the Heavenly Desolate Demon Sect fleeing.
Ouyang Ming, still possessing considerable combat strength, roared at Zhao Wushen and Li Wutu, the two Supre Elders, as he suddenly moved to intercept the fleeing n.
“Guest Elder Hall, good, very good indeed!”
“From today onward, you shall be the Chief Supre Elder of our Bloodthirsty Sect.”
“Regarding this proposal, who is in favor?
Who opposes?”
Although Gui Wuya didn’t make a move, since his combat strength was already nearly exhausted, even if he wanted to intercept the Thunder Tribulation experts from the Heavenly Desolate Demon Sect, he was powerless to do so.
Visibly excited, he was trendously agitated, his eyes fixed on Chen Hai as he loudly declared.
Of course, the Bloodthirsty Sect was not a dictatorship under this Sect Master—while stating his own opinion, he naturally did not forget to ask for the views of the other high-ranking mbers nearby.
To tell the truth, apart from the Identity Token hanging at Chen Hai’s waist and his Standard Magic Robe exclusive to Guest Elders, he knew absolutely nothing about Chen Hai, not even his na.
Among the nine halls of the Bloodthirsty Sect, the Guest Elder Hall indeed was the most chaotic and weakest.
Those Guest Elders within were a mixed lot, with many harboring ulterior motives.
It was a fact well known both to Gui Wuya and the other sect high-ranking mbers.
Had not this scene just occurred before their eyes, they would truly have hard ti believing that amongst the guest elders, there was a terrifyingly powerful individual like Chen Hai.
Not knowing Chen Hai’s na was unimportant as long as he belonged to the Bloodthirsty Sect.
After all, his single action, which crushed Sun Jitian, the strongest attacker from the Heavenly Desolate Demon Sect, had proven he was an ally, not an enemy.
A Guest Elder, climbing the ranks to beco a Supre Elder of the Bloodthirsty Sect, and even becoming the Chief among the Supre Elders…
Such an event was unprecedented and definitely violated norms.
But rules are ant to be broken.
Without Chen Hai’s intervention, the Bloodthirsty Sect might have already been annihilated; with his fierce strength obvious, ntioning rules to him, would that be of any use?
Surrounded by the sect high-ranking mbers, who did not have much combat power but could still listen, see, and speak,
The suggestion to make Chen Hai the Chief Supre Elder of the Bloodthirsty Sect had only just been voiced by Gui Wuya when it instantly prompted a flood of endorsents from others.
“Being a Guest Elder is already good enough.”
“Chief Supre Elder, whoever likes the position can have it.
Don’t bother .”
Without any hesitation, Chen Hai curled his lips, directly throwing back Gui Wuya’s words.
Accepting the position of Chief Supre Elder, wouldn’t that an he’d be tied to the Bloodthirsty Sect’s sinking ship?
In the future, could he stand idly by whenever the Bloodthirsty Sect faced any issues?
This was a burden Chen Hai felt he could hardly afford.
As a Guest Elder, he had the freedom to co and go.
Should he ever face an undefeatable challenge, he could simply take his wife and leave.
He was not foolish enough to tether himself to the Bloodthirsty Sect.
“This…” Gui Wuya was stunned.
The title of Chief Supre Elder was a supre honor; he had assud Chen Hai would gleefully accept.
Who would have thought it would co to this?
Looking at Chen Hai, he seed to want to persuade him further.
Unfortunately, Chen Hai wasn’t paying him any attention but instead dashed toward the direction of the Thunder Tribulation experts from the Heavenly Desolate Demon Sect in the sky.
With Ouyang Ming, Zhao Wushen, and others engaging them, those fleeing Thunder Tribulation experts, although determined to escape, couldn’t shake off their pursuers and ensure a successful getaway.
As Chen Hai closed the distance, still so ters away, he threw a punch.
“Ah…” a scream.
A Heavenly Desolate Demon Sect Thunder Tribulation expert had a bowl-sized blood hole in his chest, which pierced through his entire body.
He twitched on the ground a few tis, then beca motionless, thoroughly devoid of life.
“You pauper, claiming to be of the Nine Realms, Thunder Tribulation?
Not even a Storage Bag…”
Killing and looting corpses was sothing Chen Hai was already proficient at.
In just a few steps, he reached the body of the Heavenly Desolate Demon Sect’s Thunder Tribulation practitioner.
He searched the body deftly.
He did find a few trophies; unfortunately, he couldn’t find the Storage Bag, which left him dissatisfied and muttering curses under his breath.
The one who had thwarted the escape of this Thunder Tribulation practitioner from the Heavenly Desolate Demon Sect was Zhao Wushen, the Supre Elder.
After slaughtering the Thunder Tribulation practitioner, Zhao Wushen had witnessed all of Chen Hai’s actions.
However, he was tactful and refrained from saying much.
After all, he was well aware that if it hadn’t been for Chen Hai’s sudden intervention, the person lying on the ground would not have been from the Heavenly Desolate Demon Sect but rather Zhao Wushen himself.
Zhong Wuxue, who had died and was a fellow Supre Elder of the Bloodthirsty Sect, was a pri example.
That the Bloodthirsty Sect had turned defeat into victory and that he, Zhao Wushen, was still alive was nothing short of a miracle.
After the slaughter of several strong practitioners from the Heavenly Desolate Demon Sect, neither Zhao Wushen nor Ouyang Ming, nor the others, dared to hope for any spoils of war.
“Thank you, Senior, for your righteous intervention…” After bowing respectfully to Chen Hai, Zhao Wushen moved like lightning towards the remaining Thunder Tribulation practitioners from the Heavenly Desolate Demon Sect who were trying to escape.
As for Chen Hai, he scanned the surroundings and soon, he had locked his sights on a powerful mber of the Heavenly Desolate Demon Sect in golden war armor.
This Thunder Tribulation practitioner, apart from his armor shining with a golden glow that was clearly extraordinary, wielded a black iron hamr that was also formidable.
With every swing, even the void rippled.
The person intercepting him was Ouyang Ming, the strongest mber of the Bloodthirsty Sect.
Although after fighting Palace Master Sun, Ouyang Ming was weakened and severely injured, he was still a supre powerhouse who had overco six Thunder Tribulations.
Yet, now this Golden Armored Thunder Tribulation practitioner, relying on his armor and the hamr, and having only undergone two Thunder Tribulations, was holding his own against Ouyang Ming.
Indeed, if Ouyang Ming didn’t go all out, he couldn’t even retain him.
Truly, after Chen Hai had killed Palace Master Sun and the unknown Thunder Tribulation practitioner, the threat of annihilation hanging over the Bloodthirsty Sect had already been lifted.
Continuing to target the remaining few Thunder Tribulation practitioners from the Heavenly Desolate Demon Sect, Chen Hai was rely after spoils of war.
The Golden Armored Thunder Tribulation, clearly wealthy, naturally attracted Chen Hai’s attention first.
“You can’t attack ; be sensible, stop imdiately, and let leave.”
“If sothing happens to , my father will know right away.”
“His fury, not just the small Bloodthirsty Sect, but even the entire West Barbarian Mountain Territory, hardly anyone can bear it.”
…
The Golden Armored Thunder Tribulation sensed Chen Hai’s intent to kill imdiately.
While his black giant hamr was impervious to water, he shouted a warning towards Chen Hai’s direction.
However, he was only halfway through his words when Chen Hai forcibly interrupted him.
“Relying on your fathers all the ti, I despise you entitled second generations the most.”
“I co from a humble background, with my ancestors being farrs for over a dozen generations.
So what?
I can still crush you to dust.”
“I don’t care who your father is.
If I kill you and he’s got a problem with that, let him co at .”
Amid a cold laugh, Chen Hai had already thrown his punch.
The hamr in the hands of the Golden Armored Thunder Tribulation, no matter how tightly swung, was utterly useless.
Under absolute power, any resistance was simply futile.
Chen Hai’s fist rely swept lightly, sending the iron hamr flying to one side, exposing a huge opening in the Golden Armored Thunder Tribulation.
“You can’t kill …” In utter despair, he barely managed to roar out those words before half of his body was obliterated.
At that mont, sothing resembling a protective talisman burst open on his corpse.
Within it, a small cluster of sothing that seed like blood and flesh appeared in the void, beginning to swell rapidly in response to the wind.
“I, Luo Batian’s son, who dares to touch him?”
“I don’t care what your status or background is, if you dare to harm a hair on my son, I will annihilate your entire sect and exterminate your whole clan.”
In less than the blink of an eye, that cluster of blood and flesh had evolved into a mighty and enormous phantom, standing between heaven and earth.
His gaze, emotionless, seed to carry no feelings, but anyone seeing this phantom could sense an indescribable, endless rage emanating from him.
Although it was just a phantom, the innate pressure it exuded was real.
At the summit of the Main Peak, Gui Wuya and others, who were ditating and healing, felt oppressed by the intangible pressure.
Originally seated, many of them couldn’t help but be forced to lie face down.
“A True Demon level powerhouse?
A Blood and Flesh Avatar…” Ouyang Ming, having lived the longest, exclaid in shock as his face turned pale.
Whether it was him, Zhao Wushen or Li Wutu, when swept by the phantom’s gaze, although not directly forced to lie down, they moved like they were in a quagmire.
Watching as the last two Thunder Tribulation practitioners of the Heavenly Desolate Demon Sect seized this opportunity to flee, they were utterly helpless to intervene.
“This, worthy of being called a Blood and Flesh Avatar…” Only Chen Hai remained calm and collected, observing the phantom with interest.
With a disdainful expression, he raised his fist and hurled it towards the phantom.
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