Chapter 1129: Chapter 1123: You Call That a Burial?
"Master of the Holy Cult Envoy, stop talking nonsense with him. I think this Sun Heaven Sect of his is just nonsense. No matter his origins, as long as he dies here, no one will know!" Ling ng’s hatred towards Zhang nglong had reached a peak. If it weren’t for him, his plan should have gone smoothly.
"When did it beco your turn to point fingers at my actions?" The Holy Cult Envoy glared at him fiercely, and the latter shrank back like a startled sheep.
"How about it, I’ll give you one last chance to consider joining our Holy Church of Shadow. With your talents, I think you’ll definitely have a place in the Holy Sect." It was obvious that this envoy was very interested in Zhang nglong.
"Sure, but I want a yearly salary of no less than 50 million Martial Crystals, social insurance and housing fund at the highest ratio, and 300 days of paid vacation each year. As long as you agree to these terms, I can consider it."
"You’re refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit!" The envoy’s patience had finally run out. If not for the fact that Zhang nglong could invent so many amazing things, a re Eighth Grade martial artist would have been slapped to death by him long ago.
"Since that’s the case, I can only send you to die," he said, regretting a glance at the already destroyed Italian Cannon Plus and the Italian Cannon Max. "Our Holy Sect also has many skilled craftsn. Without you, it just takes more ti to analyze, don’t think you’re truly irreplaceable."
"Co on, make your move, kill , I’m itching to death!" Zhang nglong said. "If you don’t kill
today, no one should think of leaving!"
The people from the Lingyun Sect and the Royal Family were dumbstruck. "If you don’t kill , you can’t leave"? What kind of Underworld talk was this? How could there really be soone this shaless in the world?
Although the Holy Church of Shadow’s envoy was already extrely furious now, he still had a thread of sanity remaining.
This group of Royal Family people, apart from the trendously powerful cannons, didn’t even have a Heaven-breaking Realm person, while he was a martial artist at the peak of the Mystic-Breaking First Realm. With such a large power gap, even if they were unyielding, they shouldn’t be acting so strangely yin-yang.
"Could they have so kind of trump card?" the envoy couldn’t help but suspect.
"Ling ng, who exactly is this Zhang nglong?" The envoy transmitted with Mystic Qi.
"Master Envoy, I’m not aware of this person’s background, but since he is standing up for the Royal Family, he must be deeply linked to them."
"Alright, you have a point. No matter how grand his background is, as long as it’s handled cleanly, no one will know it’s us!" At this mont, the envoy had already sentenced Zhang nglong to death.
"I don’t care about your background or where you’re from. Today you’ll remain here in Lingyun Sect forever!"
Suddenly, a killing intent surged from the envoy, and a chill-filled Mystic Qi transford into a huge bone claw going for Zhang nglong. It turned out to be Mystic Qi with an attribute!
"It’s Ice attribute Mystic Qi!" The Royal Family’s martial artists only felt the temperature around them plumt, and their bodies were nearly frozen.
"No wonder he’s from the Holy Church of Shadow," Qi Xiu exclaid. "Just the talent from this Spirit Root, our Sacred Gold Dynasty can’t find another one like it."
Just when everyone thought Zhang nglong was about to die at the envoy’s hand, he showed an unfathomable smile.
"You actually dare to make a move on , I respect you as a man!" Zhang nglong said slowly, "Wang Long!"
The Mystic Qi attack was less than two ters away from Zhang nglong when a figure suddenly appeared in front of him like a phantom.
He, like the Holy Church of Shadow’s envoy, wore a hooded cloak, appearing extrely mysterious. The most frightening thing was that the space in front of him was twisted by a powerful Mystic Qi, so no one could see his true appearance.
The figure in the black robe just extended two fingers, lightly tapping at the claw, causing the bone-like Mystic Qi claw to shatter imdiately.
"Who are you? Dare to interfere in my Holy Church of Shadow’s matters?" Although his attack was nullified, the envoy was not overly flustered. Zhang nglong was rely an Eighth Grade True Martial artist, and that move hadn’t used even a tenth of his power.
However, the opponent’s appearance had caught him off guard, making him wary.
"What is this Holy Church of Shadow? Whoever harms my young master dies!"
"Hahaha, such big words, it’s the first ti I’ve heard soone say my Holy Church of Shadow is nothing," the envoy said to Zhang nglong. "No wonder you act so fearlessly, with a master protecting you. But do you think your person can really protect you?"
"You can try," Zhang nglong replied. "Wang Long, don’t hold back, go all out!"
"Yes, young master!"
Wang Long walked forward step by step, and with each step, his aura surged a level.
Heaven-breaking First Realm.
Heaven-breaking Second Realm.
Heaven-breaking Third Realm.
Mystic-Breaking First Realm.
Mystic-Breaking Second Realm.
...
By the fifth step, the envoy’s expression began to change, and as for the people of the Lingyun Sect, they were ashen-faced.
They were just mocking Zhang nglong’s Sun Heaven Sect as sothing made up on the spot, at best a third-rate force on the road.
But having such a master as personal protection, could this be sothing an ordinary organization could have? Moreover, Zhang nglong in this so-called Sun Heaven Sect must hold an extrely high status.
With nine steps taken, Wang Long’s aura had risen to the God-breaking Third Realm, and the envoy’s body was immobilized under a powerful force. Wang Long’s strength had far exceeded his imagination, and all he could feel was his own insignificance before the other.
"God-breaking Realm! You’re a God-breaking Realm martial artist?" The envoy almost scread.
Even in their Holy Church of Shadow, martial artists of the God-breaking Realm were very few, and as for this remote low-level dynasty, having even a Mystic-Breaking Realm was already looked highly upon by the Sacred Gold Dynasty. Those God-breaking Realm martial artists wouldn’t deign to appear in such a low-level dynasty.
"God-breaking Realm?" The Lingyun Sect people were numb. What kind of luck did the Royal Family of the Sacred Gold Dynasty have to latch onto such power? No wonder Zhang nglong said earlier that their Lingyun Sect’s thigh wasn’t thick enough.
Without even comparing the Holy Church of Shadow and Zhang nglong’s so-called Sun Heaven Sect right now, at least the thigh they were holding onto was not even as thick as a strand of hair on the Royal Family’s thigh!
"L... Lord, I’m sorry, I was offensive. I will imdiately leave the Sacred Gold Dynasty and never set foot in it again!" At this mont, all the envoy had in his heart apart from fear was devoid of any other emotion.
"It’s over," Wang Long said expressionlessly, "Young master said you must die, so you will die!"
"Crack!" The envoy’s legs broke with a sound, and Wang Long’s terrifying power, even just his aura, couldn’t be resisted.
He knelt, with his arms propping up his body, the blood already soaking into the ground.
"Crack!" Both arms buckled under the pressure and broke too, his head pushed deep into the ground, his face distorted under the heavy pressure.
With a burst of blood mist, he turned into a pile of shredded flesh. A Mystic-Breaking First Realm martial artist fell just like that.
"Bury him!" Zhang nglong commanded.
Wang Long waved his hand, and a giant stone pressed directly onto his shattered body.
This brutal and powerful thod left the Lingyun Sect’s people shocked to their core, calling this "Buried"?
Zhang nglong walked to the "grave" and said, "Without so real strength, who are you trying to show off to?"
"Hah! Tui!"
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