West Sea, Corpse Pit, Appraisal Hall.
Ye Hanjun, wielding the Cross Thunder Sword, seed like a saint ascending to immortality, his supre dignity enveloping all directions.
Yet, he was clad in a complex black-and-red prison robe, with blood forming a carpet beneath his feet and ten Hells circling around him, exuding a brutal and ferocious aura, clearly defined as if by a dividing line.
"Thunder... Thunder attribute Holy Spirit?"
"Is it a Beast Soldier or an Origin Beast? Such strong traces of the elent, thunder filling one’s ears as if with the force of ten thousand pounds, I almost couldn’t catch my breath..."
Masks, Shu Jie, Yishuo, Nie Qiubai... the elite heroes present were dumbfounded.
Among them, Guan Cunyan’s face was particularly pale.
He had once provoked the Grey Sun, claiming its Guardian Saint Spirit was nothing to contend with and severely doubting whether Grey Sun’s background was as noble as he had described.
However, Mang Hao’s combat, action by action, had already subdued him.
The appearance of the Cross Thunder Sword, like The Needle of the Sea, silenced him completely, dispelling any remaining doubts.
"At least Supre Sacred Great Achievent..."
"The Thunder attribute Supre Holy Embryo, so rare in All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds, turns out to be Grey Sun’s Protector, no wonder he is so confident, unafraid of any form of threat or obstruction..."
Mask couldn’t help but swallow hard, and still unable to contain his panic, he murmured:
"Grey Sun also carries a Dao of Space artifact that can contain living Holy Spirits, able to endure the most brutal thunderous power, it must be a very precious top-grade treasure!"
"He didn’t release this sword before for an important reason. If he had co here bearing the Holy Sword, how could the guardians of the Corpse Pit let him in? Not treating him as a hostile challenger is already the pinnacle of kindness..."
No need for further words, any mature and reasonably insightful onlooker could imdiately see the unfathomable depths of Grey Sun.
At this mont, Mang Hao stood at the forefront of the electromagnetic storm, the corpse fog arising from within him continually evaporating.
He appeared heedless, his face serious and his gaze intensely focused, observing the uniqueness of Sword Thunder Child.
Corpse Dragon Lady Shi Ju was no different.
Throughout the battle, she hadn’t spoken a word, always playing the role of a quiet onlooker.
But at this ti, her pupils constricted sharply, and her sturdy thighs slowly moved back to lessen the overwhelming oppression of the thunderous force.
Thunder—the Uncrowned King among elents!
If it were the weakest Nether Fond Spirit, re exposure to sunlight could possibly erase its existence.
Thunder, an unimaginably wild force, a minor contact or the slightest trace could lead to death with no burial ground.
Even for higher-level mbers of the Corpse Race or a Divine Trace Lineage Nether Fond Spirit like her.
Shi Ju acutely realized that with her Glorious Perfection realm, she stood no chance against this sword.
In other words, if Grey Sun charged forward with murderous intent as an enemy.
Just one sword strike could bring her life to its end.
"It seems this is what you rely upon... Good, very good, it was I who was presumptuous, I owe you an apology," Elder Yin said, his eyes regaining their sparkle.
He gritted his teeth, forcibly dispelling the resentnt from his face, and then slightly bowed his head, no longer daring to look down from a high position as a superior.
Elder Yang, on the other hand, squinted his eyes.
Like Mang Hao, he also focused on observing Sword Thunder Child, ignoring everything else.
As a Guardian of the sacrificial corporeal lineage, though he possessed a Supre Holy Completion Contracted Spirit Fond Spirit, deserving of the strength of a Saint King Level powerhouse.
He wasn’t absolutely certain that Grey Sun’s trump card was only the Thunder Sword and nothing else.
After all, up until now, they still didn’t know the core principles overseen by the Grey Sun God.
For soone to stand here so calm and composed, with an air of smiling disdainfully at the competition, to continue underestimating him would be akin to courting death.
"I’m sorry, it’s my lack of discipline," Mang Hao broke free from the astonishnt, suddenly coming to his senses, and then bowed in front of Elder Yin, apologizing to Ye Hanjun:
"To lose is to lose, any attempt to find excuses is just embarrassing."
"Sir, I have no intention of escalating the conflict, please retract so of your might.
"There are too many attendants here, only at the Heaven and Earth Stage, Unlimited Foetus stage, they’re unable to withstand the pressure of thunder and lightning, if we continue like this, there could be casualties."
Ye Hanjun nodded slightly.
He had no intention of escalating the situation either, but continued underestimation without showing his edge would put him in a very passive position.
However—just as he was about to retract Sword Thunder Child.
Ye Hanjun’s temples throbbed violently, and a sensation akin to a snake slithering over his skin, cold as ice, faintly crept into his spirit.
"Who?"
Ye Hanjun sharply shifted his gaze, locking onto the source of the anomaly.
Almost simultaneously, Mang Hao also held his breath and turned in the sa direction.
Elder Yin, Elder Yang, and Shi Ju were a beat slower but caught up with their reactions.
The sudden tension spread through the crowd like a plague, causing significant panic.
"To be the first to detect , you, are quite impressive," a flat, unemotional human voice echoed throughout the Appraisal Hall.
Without notice, a solitary man leaning against the corner slowly lifted his head, his eyes as indifferent as frost clearly reflecting every being present.
Ye Hanjun’s brow pulsed heavily, a familiar chill piercing through his chest and back, his heart forced to a standstill, shivering uncontrollably.
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