The value of storage bags is beyond doubt. At a banquet, Lu Yan took out no less than ten storage bags to exchange for knowledge of the Extraordinary Path, causing quite a stir in Oranck’s extraordinary world.
Countless Transcendents covet the thod of making storage bags, as mastering it almost guarantees an endless supply of extraordinary resources, far surpassing mundane wealth in value.
Amidst everyone’s amazent, a slow voice gently echoed in the council hall, as cold as moonlight, and as elusive as the night wind.
"Three Saints? Quite the grand gesture."
Outside the window, the silver moonlight seed to suddenly solidify into substance, tracing intricate patterns on the marble floor. Everyone watched a slender figure step out slowly from the moonlit glow, each step crossing so boundary, transitioning from illusion to reality.
Lu Yan, dressed in formal attire, held a silver cane, wearing a faint smile as if attending an ordinary evening banquet.
"The Saint from the Union!"
A noble couldn’t help but exclaim, letting a teacup slip from their hand, the sound of porcelain shattering exceedingly sharp in the silent hall.
Everyone’s gaze was filled with disbelief; no one could understand how this Saint penetrated the layered extraordinary restrictions of the estate so silently and appeared at this secret eting.
At the head of the table, Marquis White had a flash of panic in his eyes. He imdiately crushed the blood-colored gem on his ring finger, the bright red scattering like blood droplets in the air.
The next mont, a powerful aura beyond common imagination enveloped the entire council hall in an instant.
The air thickened, breathing beca difficult, and the nobles around showed expressions of pain, feeling an invisible pressure squeezing in from all directions.
At the four corners of the hall, the void rippled, and three figures stepped out, each exuding a suffocating presence.
Two of the Saints donned silver-white armor, not ordinary tal but Holy Armor forged from countless extraordinary materials.
They were surrounded by an iron-blood aura, and with each step, the void seed to echo with the war drums and clashes of an army, the most widespread extraordinary path of the kingdom’s army, Knight Path Sequence 4: Iron-blooded Commander.
The third Saint wore a robe woven with star patterns, with white hair and beard, yet eyes containing endless mysteries like a deep universe.
He slowly raised his hand, starlight flowed from his sleeve, instantly weaving into invisible tendrils, spreading in all directions, twisting the surrounding space, Star Path Sequence 4: Star Realm Mage.
The two Iron-blooded Commanders, their gaze like lightning, drew their battle swords from their waists in unison, the blades carving silver-white arcs in the void, the tips gathering endless killing intent to slash downwards.
Their attacks showed no regard for the surrounding nobles; in their eyes, the noble lives were far less important than killing Lu Yan.
At the sa ti, the Star Realm Mage muttered incomprehensible incantations, his voice like whispers from celestial bodies, starlight pouring down from the ceiling, forming a dazzling yet deadly cage surrounding Lu Yan at the center.
Facing the lethal attacks from three Saints, Lu Yan simply smiled faintly, as if the present scene was rely a child’s ga.
He lightly raised his cane, tapped the ground gently, uttering a single word:
"Suppress!"
With the decree bearing Creation and Transformation Supre Divine Techniques falling, an invisible fissure suddenly opened in the void, a mysterious portal akin to a purple vortex slowly opening.
The Profound Vagina Door suppresses All Laws and Dao, although the Path of Heaven and Earth was vague, and the Profound Vagina Door was difficult to fully reveal, the aura it emitted, deeper and more elental than that of the three Saints, was enough to awe the Saints.
In an instant, the sword montum of the Iron-blooded Commanders froze midair, the runes on the battle swords dimd.
The Star Realm Mage’s incantations halted abruptly, the summoned starlight, severed from its source, disintegrated into dust.
Whether Iron-blooded Commander or Star Realm Mage, all their Extraordinary Power was completely confined in that mont.
The confidence and majesty on the three Saints’ faces vanished in an instant, replaced by unprecedented dread.
Their eyes were filled with confusion and disbelief.
"What power is this?"
"How could it easily suppress three Sequence 4 Transcendents?"
Simultaneously, far away in the Royal Palace, a more imnse and dignified aura exploded, shaking the entire Oranck City.
As if sensing the anomaly, a majestic voice crossed the spatial barrier, echoing everywhere:
"Stop!"
This voice, like thunder, carried an undeniable authority, seemingly able to deter all disobedient existences.
However, upon hearing this command, the corners of Lu Yan’s mouth curled into a deeper smile.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze penetrating layers of space, directly eting the eyes of the ssenger, as a second decree echoed from his lips:
"Annihilate!"
With this word, the void shattered completely like fragile glass.
The Profound Vagina Door opened widely, a force darker than the night and deeper than nothingness erupted, instantly devouring the three Saints of the White family.
Before this force, the fear on the three Saints’ faces didn’t even have ti to turn to despair. They failed to make a single move in resistance before disappearing like candles snuffed by the wind.
The entire council hall fell into deathly silence.
The surviving nobles turned pale, so even collapsed to the ground, trembling incessantly.
Just now, they had witnessed three legendary Saints vanishing like dust effortlessly.
Yet, Lu Yan paid no heed to these fearful stares, raising his head with a smile, he gazed into the sky above.
Through layers of clouds and building obstructions, it seed he could see a silhouette approaching rapidly.
A majestic man clad in blood-red regal attire, surrounded by divine radiance.
Royal Transcendent, Sequence 3: Human God of the Present World!
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