??962: Chapter 961 I Am Your Ancestor Master
962: Chapter 961 I Am Your Ancestor Master
Amid the stunned gazes of everyone, Gui Sang suddenly struck his own chest with a fierce palm.
Spurt—Gui Sang opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood.
To achieve his strongest state, Gui Sang was willing to mutilate himself.
“The next move…
even I don’t know how powerful it is.
Because this is the first ti I’ve been this severely injured.” The aura around Gui Sang surged wildly.
The mbers of the Annihilation Group all displayed extrely solemn expressions.
At this mont, Gui Sang’s aura felt overwhelmingly powerful—beyond belief.
It was as if standing opposite them was not a man, but a terrifying Wild Beast of Desolation.
This is…
the aura of a Saint!
Using the Undying Overlord Technique, Gui Sang had temporarily exceeded the Superhuman Realm Peak, reaching the Saint Realm!
A Saint—there’s no room for jokes when facing soone like that.
Although Wang Dadong was strong, they didn’t believe he was a Saint because Saints were far too rare.
Even as warriors of the China Divine Shield, they had only ever encountered the aura of a Saint but never witnessed one in action.
“Captain, let us face the enemy together!” Despite such an overwhelmingly powerful presence, the mbers of the Annihilation Group did not retreat; instead, they stood firmly beside Wang Dadong.
Although their bodies were broken, their fighting spirit remained indestructible.
“Alright!”
Facing the unwavering resolve of the Annihilation Group to fight to the death with him, Wang Dadong nodded heavily.
“In that case, all of you can die together—Undying Overlord Fist!” Gui Sang let out a mad laugh and, in the next mont, his body transford into a ball of flas.
That wasn’t ordinary flas—it was a manifestation of Inner Strength, elevated to the Myriad Phenona Realm.
The flas, resembling a teor, blasted toward the group with terrifying speed.
The ground split open like the surface of the sea being cleaved apart.
This was an extraordinarily devastating attack.
Facing a strike from a Saint, all the Annihilation Group mbers smiled.
To die alongside Wang Dadong ant they had no regrets in this life.
At last, the fireball collided with the group.
No sound was produced; the fireball suddenly vanished as if it had never existed.
“This—this is impossible!” Gui Sang stared dumbfounded at the hand that had blocked his fist, an expression of sheer horror etched on his face.
The Undying Overlord Fist was actually blocked!
The Undying Overlord Fist was the pinnacle move of the Undying Overlord Technique, possessing imnse destructive power.
And now, Gui Sang’s power had been elevated to the Saint Realm.
Even Gui Sang himself was using this attack for the first ti at the Saint Realm level.
He was confident that this strike would eliminate Wang Dadong.
However, not only did this move fail—Wang Dadong blocked it with a single hand.
Gui Sang couldn’t believe what he was witnessing.
Not just Gui Sang—even the mbers of the Annihilation Group, who were prepared to die, were stunned.
When Gui Sang had unleashed the aura of a Saint, they had prepared themselves for certain death.
Claiming to fight alongside Wang Dadong was, in reality, just their excuse to die beside him.
Yet none of them expected Wang Dadong to effortlessly block a Saint’s strike.
How strong was Wang Dadong?
This was the question that surfaced in everyone’s mind simultaneously.
To block the attack of a Saint ant he himself was definitely a Saint.
Wang Dadong had beco a Saint!
In the days of the China Divine Shield’s glory, even Saints were extrely rare.
“Impossible!
My master said this move could slay any strong opponent of the sa level!” Gui Sang could not accept the fact that his most powerful strike had been blocked by Wang Dadong.
Wang Dadong slowly withdrew his hand, his expression calm as he said, “Does your master happen to go by the code na ‘Immortal’?”
“You—you, how do you know?” Gui Sang’s face showed extre shock.
In truth, calling him his master wasn’t entirely accurate—it was rely a person from so years ago who had taught him a cultivation technique.
Moreover, Gui Sang’s master had once said that Gui Sang possessed imnse talent and would soon surpass the master himself.
Gui Sang had also believed that his cultivation had already exceeded his master’s.
“Because he is my disciple,” Wang Dadong replied calmly.
In fact, when Wang Dadong had seen Gui Sang using the Undying Overlord Technique, he imdiately knew Gui Sang was the disciple of the Undying Heavenly King.
Because this cultivation technique was known to only one person in the world—the Undying Heavenly King.
The Undying Overlord Technique was a thod crafted personally by the Piano Emperor, combining several incomplete techniques specifically for the Undying Heavenly King.
“What!
Your disciple!”
Gui Sang’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
He could never have imagined that the man he had thought he could easily kill turned out to be the master of his own master.
In terms of seniority, Gui Sang now had to call Wang Dadong “Grandmaster”!
Gui Sang refused to accept this truth, but he knew Wang Dadong wasn’t lying.
Very few people knew his master’s identity, and even fewer knew about the Undying Overlord Technique.
“Getting injured can indeed enhance your power, but it consus your life force.
Moreover, no one in this world is truly immortal.” Looking at the devastated Gui Sang sitting on the ground, Wang Dadong spoke slowly.
The so-called “Immortal” was just an exaggeration.
Even the Undying Heavenly King himself, having cultivated the Undying Overlord Technique to its peak, did not dare claim to be truly immortal.
Though Gui Sang had been intent on killing him, Wang Dadong hadn’t attacked to kill Gui Sang.
After all, Gui Sang was also a formidable warrior of the China Divine Shield, a guardian of Huaxia, and undeniably gifted; his talent might even surpass that of the Undying Heavenly King.
The loss of such a strong warrior would have been an imasurable loss to the nation.
Furthermore, if he were to kill a Divine Shield warrior outright, it would spark a massive uproar.
This ti, in addition to killing people in the Imperial Capital, he had also demanded a potion from the country.
That was already high-profile enough; he didn’t want to draw even more attention.
“Let’s go.” Wang Dadong gently picked up Lin Shiyan, who remained unconscious, and slowly walked away from Gui Sang’s line of sight.
“Cough, cough…” After Wang Dadong left, Gui Sang began vomiting mouthfuls of blood.
The Undying Overlord Technique only enhanced his life force—it did not guarantee immunity from injury.
In reality, Gui Sang was now gravely injured.
He Family Villa.
“Why hasn’t Qian’er returned yet?
Could it be that even Qian’er couldn’t defeat him?” As ti went by, He Tian’s brows furrowed slightly.
“Impossible!
Though Qian’er isn’t a team leader, his strength should have long surpassed that of team leader-level experts!
Taking down a retired Divine Shield traitor should be more than enough!” He Qian’s father said confidently.
“He’s back!
Young Master Qian has returned!” As everyone began losing patience, the villa’s butler’s voice rang out.
“Excellent!
He’s finally back.
Did he manage to bring back that brat’s head?” Upon hearing that He Qian had returned, everyone in the villa revealed expressions of joy.
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