"Retreat!"
High above, by now, Long Heng finally decided not to persist.
The golden rod in his hand had long been shattered in half by Mo Wangchen.
Seeing four of his companions slain, the power of the Futu Formation had drastically diminished. The chance to destroy Mo Wangchen today seed slim.
If they continued to fight without knowing when to retreat, none of them would likely survive today.
The Divine King Body was too terrifying, even the Futu Sacred Weapon couldn’t deal with it, and four pieces had already been destroyed.
"Swish swish swish!"
As Long Heng’s words fell, in an instant, the remaining eight dragon clan experts swiftly retreated, no longer intending to attack, but instead, wanting to escape this place as soon as possible.
Clearly, they shared the sa thoughts as Long Heng. Even with the Futu Sacred Weapon in hand, it would be difficult to slay Mo Wangchen.
"Can you leave?"
Mo Wangchen sneered, his body suddenly expanding, transforming into a hundred-feet-tall giant, standing tall in the void.
"Buzz..."
He reached out with a huge hand, and in the blink of an eye, caught one of the dragon clan experts attempting to flee.
"Bang!"
The grasp tightened, and under countless watchful eyes, that dragon clan expert exploded, turning into a mist of blood.
"Boom!"
Mo Wangchen attacked with incredible speed. After slaying one, he launched another attack, this ti extending his hand towards another dragon clan expert.
"Ah!"
That expert couldn’t escape in ti, and with a scream, his body was slapped into a mist of blood, dissipating instantly!
"Futu Monastery Trapping Heaven!"
Long Heng was thoroughly enraged, stopping mid-air, no longer fleeing. After his cold shout, the remaining dragon clan experts all collectively unleashed their sacred weapons.
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
Imnse energy expanded, from those Futu Sacred Weapons, boundless purple demonic energy began to spread, instantly covering the entire heavenly vault.
The endless purple demonic energy surged crazily, like a celestial river, transforming within a few breaths into a terrifying Demon Palm, obscuring the heavenly vault, with astounding might, as if reaching out from the ancient tis, covering Mo Wangchen’s head.
"Begone!"
Mo Wangchen let out a long roar, his towering body like that of an ancient god, as his voice fell, a dazzling light burst from his gigantic fist and was launched furiously.
"Bang!"
The gigantic Demon Palm was smashed to dust instantly, dispersing into nothingness. However, the purple demonic energy emanating from the Futu Sacred Weapons surrounding Mo Wangchen showed no sign of stopping.
Almost as Mo Wangchen obliterated the Demon Palm, another giant Demon Palm condensed and rushed down towards him again.
"Mo Wangchen, though the Futu Sacred Weapon cannot deal with you, its inherent Futu power is infinite. Just wait, one day, my Dragon Clan will bring forth the true Futu Sacred Weapon to suppress you, erasing your existence from heaven and earth!"
Long Heng sneered. As his words fell, he no longer cared, fleeing with the surviving dragon clan experts into the distance.
They used the Futu Sacred Weapon to block Mo Wangchen, buying themselves ti to escape!
"You want to leave?"
Mo Wangchen squinted his eyes, with boundless cold glints flashing, intent to kill was astonishing, "I said, now that you are here, don’t think about leaving!"
With a cold snort, an inexplicably powerful force suddenly surged out from Mo Wangchen.
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
At the sa ti, the void trembled greatly, and the giant Demon Palm pressing towards him suddenly vanished into thin air, and to everyone’s astonishnt, the Futu Sacred Weapons floating around Mo Wangchen, encircling and trapping him within, began to shake wildly.
"Screech..."
In the blink of an eye, all the Futu Sacred Weapons emitted a shocking purple gleam, transforming into sickle blades, cleaving through the air, surprisingly attacking the fleeing dragon clan experts.
"What?!"
Long Heng’s expression changed greatly. By now, he could clearly feel that his connection with the Futu Sacred Weapons seed to be severed by so unknown force, and why were the Futu Sacred Weapons, their sacred items, suddenly attacking them?
"Screech!"
"Ah!"
However, there was no ti for Long Heng to think. Those sharp and fearso purple gleams descended upon them in an instant, as if slicing through the heavenly universe, directly slashing at them.
Screams echoed continuously, reverberating through heaven and earth, and inside the Turquoise Pool, everyone couldn’t help but be stunned and dumbfounded.
Because by now, all the dragon clan experts, including Long Heng, t their untily demise!
And this last scene was beyond everyone’s expectations. Why did the Futu Sacred Weapons seem to obey Mo Wangchen’s command?
What exactly happened between them?
"Soldier True Technique!"
A Saint Master expert voiced in shock, the Soldier True Technique from the Nine Secrets of Human Clan, rumored to control all holy weapons when cultivated to great success. It was no secret that Mo Wangchen had mastered various Nine Secrets True Techniques early on.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
After all the dragon clan experts were slain, with a thought from Mo Wangchen, the remaining Futu Sacred Weapons all self-destructed, transforming into dust and dispersing with the wind.
"Mo Venerable Invincible!"
His huge body stood upright, suspended above the Turquoise Pool, under the sunlight of the sunrise, appearing incredibly ethereal, like an ancient divine being, inspiring an impulse to kneel down in reverence.
"Mo Venerable Invincible!"
Inside the Turquoise Pool, everyone voiced in unison, with heartfelt awe. By now, there wasn’t a shred of doubt about Mo Wangchen’s power.
Twelve mighty beings from the Ancient God Realm!
Each strong enough to sweep across the entire Heavenly Gang Star Domain.
And they had with them the Dragon Clan’s Futu Sacred Weapons.
But such a formidable group descended upon the skies of the Turquoise Pool today, only to be entirely destroyed by Mo Wangchen alone.
Before, when Mo Wangchen claid he could subdue the three old deans of the Heavenly God Institute in one move, so thought he was exaggerating, but now it seed, not only was he not exaggerating, he was actually being modest.
With such power, against the three deans of the Heavenly God Institute, he wouldn’t even need to act, his sheer presence would incapacitate all three!
Soon after, once Mo Wangchen landed, the Turquoise Pool festival was held as scheduled, with nurous cultivators feasting in the Turquoise Pool for three days, discussing recent events in Tiannan, but most of the discussions revolved around the na Mo Wangchen.
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