1090: Chapter 1090: Emperor’s Ninth Realm _1 1090: Chapter 1090: Emperor’s Ninth Realm _1 “Heavenly Protection!”
True Text chains exploded out of the Great Emissary’s body, quickly transforming into a suit of True Text armor, shielding his whole body.
These True Text chains created an illusion of impregnability, demonstrating an incredibly powerful force.
“Boom!”
In an instant, the Devour Dragon Soul collided onto the True Text armor.
A loud detonation echoed as the armor instantly dimd and shattered, engulfing the Great Emissary entirely with the power of the Devour Dragon Soul.
At this mont, the Great Emissary felt utterly hopeless.
The Devour Dragon Soul contained not only physical attacks but also Soul Attacks.
If such power hit him, he would certainly end up a lifeless corpse.
However, during this critical mont, a force of nothingness descended from the void, directly smashing the Devour Dragon Soul into pieces and dissipating it.
The Great Emissary was spared the force’s impact entirely.
Directly after, even more power surged out from the void, gradually forming into a human figure standing in front of the Great Emissary.
“Supre Elder!”
The Great Emissary hurried to bow respectfully.
The stature and strength of the newcor surpassed his own, so he could not afford any disrespect.
At the sa ti, he heaved a sigh of relief; the Supre Elder had finally been stirred into action.
With the Supre Elder’s intervention, he had at least maintained his life.
After reaching this stage of cultivation and enduring many trials, he was unwilling to fall and return to dust.
At this mont, Long Yan’s gaze also landed on the Supre Elder, a hint of solemnity rose in his Purple Gold Dragon Eyes.
The newcor was an elderly man with snowy hair, dressed in luxurious clothes.
His high cheekbones stood out, hands behind his back, giving off an air of a serene and unworldly Daoist.
He stood there without any ripple of presence, so much so that even Long Yan could not sense the slightest hint of vital signs.
He had truly reached the realm of returning to simplicity.
If he were not standing in the void, one might even mistake him for an ordinary person.
Upon ascending to the Emperor Realm, martial artists are referred to as Emperors.
However, Emperors also vary in strength, divided into nine realms.
The first three are Initial Entry, Profound Mystery, and the Other Shore, also known as the early stages of the Emperor Realm.
The gap between each realm is imnse, each separated by an insurmountable gap.
Zong Yao and the other two guardians were only at the Initial Entry realm, while the abruptly appearing Supre Elder was at least at the Profound Mystery level with a deeper understanding of the Law.
“You may retreat!”
The Supre Elder spoke calmly.
His gaze remained on Long Yan.
After the Great Emissary withdrew, he started to speak.
“Your na is Long Yan?”
His tone was calm, neither warm nor cold.
“Indeed, I am Long Yan.”
Long Yan shed his draconic form and turned back into his human shape.
He stared directly at the Supre Elder, his tone carrying a touch of indifference.
After consuming the Emperor’s Essence, he temporarily gained the strength corresponding to the initial stage of Emperor Realm.
In the presence of this Supre Elder, he was certainly no match.
“Breaking Boundary Peak!
Indeed, quite a youthful genius.”
The Supre Elder didn’t hesitate to express his admiration.
He had lived for tens of thousands of years and seen many geniuses.
Yet, there was no one like Long Yan, who possessed the power to slay a Quasi-emperor at the Breaking Boundary Peak.
For a genius like Long Yan, he naturally held great admiration.
His tone then shifted, “The Emperor’s Essence can temporarily grant you an Emperor’s strength.
This old man will give you three chances.
If you can make this old man retreat half a step, he will allow you to leave the Supre Hall.”
From his lofty position, a Breaking Boundary martial artist was nothing more than an ant.
However, Long Yan was an exception.
He was very curious about how much potential Long Yan indeed held.
“Supre Elder, we must not underestimate him; Long Yan’s ans are not to be trifled with!”
At this mont, the Godson approached the Supre Elder and whispered to him.
Long Yan had slain so many of the Supre Hall’s people.
They absolutely could not allow Long Yan to leave the Supre Hall alive.
Although he had absolute faith in the Supre Elder’s strength, he also did not underestimate Long Yan.
If Long Yan managed to fulfill the condition, would they really let him go?
“This old man knows his limits well!”
The Supre Elder spoke calmly, leaving no room for contradiction.
Although the Godson was the Junior Palace Master, he was hardly any consideration in front of him.
After the Godson withdrew, the Supre Elder said to Long Yan, “Begin.
You only have three chances.
If you fail, you will pay the price!”
Long Yan’s expression was solemn.
If the Supre Elder dared to utter such words, he must be utterly confident.
All of Long Yan’s trump cards had been played, and forcing the Supre Elder to retreat was certainly no easy task.
“Old man, you underestimate !”
Long Yan growled lowly.
His fingers danced, forming seals instantly.
The intangible power converged, and countless True Texts erged from his palm.
The space in front of him twisted, gradually forming a giant seal.
The True Texts were densely packed within it.
The Great Destruction Palm, driven by the Power of Space, was the last card up Long Yan’s sleeve.
It was even more potent than the Nine Suns Dharma Phenonon.
“The Power of Space!”
The Supre Elder’s gaze slightly condensed, a trace of surprise flickered imperceptibly within his eyes.
He had noticed the Power of Space contained within Long Yan’s Great Destruction Palm.
The Power of Space was a mystical force.
Many extraordinary individuals spent their entire lives unable to master the Power of Space.
Long Yan, however, had achieved this feat at the Breaking Boundary level.
This alone set him apart from many others.
Swiftly, the Great Destruction Palm took form.
It was an enormous ten ters in size, laden with countless True Texts.
The weighty aura of the Power of Space pervaded, causing palpitations at its re presence.
“Die!”
Long Yan roared, unleashing the palm strike.
The Great Destruction Palm thundered towards the Supre Elder.
The Power of Space sealed off the surrounding void, an indomitable force poured forth.
The Supre Elder rely stood there, continuing to keep his hands behind his back.
He didn’t even twitch a finger, allowing the Great Destruction Palm Seal to crash down.
At this mont, everyone held their breath, anticipating the spectacular mont that would follow soon.
In an instant, the Great Destruction Palm Seal descended from the sky, much like a mountain.
The Supre Elder still didn’t make a single move.
When the Great Destruction Palm Seal closed in to less than ten ters away from the Supre Elder, it was halted by an invisible force, hovering in midair.
It couldn’t advance a whit further, a silent confrontation occurred.
Snap…
Then, at the next mont, the Great Destruction Palm Seal got torn apart by an invisible force.
It quickly shattered into pieces, then dissipated.
Such a formidable attack, capable of seriously injuring an Initial Entry Emperor, couldn’t even get close to the Supre Elder.
From start to finish, the Supre Elder didn’t even so much as move a finger.
His strength was truly formidable.
A hint of gravity surfaced in Long Yan’s Dragon Eyes as well.
The Supre Elder’s strength was much greater than his own.
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