"The Saint, he’s been dismbered again..."
The Eight Great War Gods widened their eyes, their bodies turning cold. The horror of the first incident hadn’t even faded before a second, even greater, horror descended upon them.
"Can the Saint’s body recover after being chopped into this state?" the Third War God asked, his voice trembling.
"It should be able to!" the First War God said with determination, looking at the blood orbs. He was the foremost individual under The Saint of Eight Extres, the one closest to godhood. His insights were extraordinary. Despite not having reached the level of the Eight Gate Domain, he had a vague understanding of it. Through careful observation, the First War God had reached his own conclusion. As long as the Sea of Blood, spanning millions of li, showed no change, it indicated the extre stability of the Eight Gate Domain. And within this domain, endless huge blood orbs were present, all of which could give The Saint of Eight Extres the chance of rebirth.
"The Saint is indeed an immortal and indestructible great being!" one of the other War Gods exclaid, his eyes fervent, after hearing the First War God’s words.
Within their sight, the head of The Saint of Eight Extres suddenly let out a roar. Countless bloody tendrils extended from the waves of blood, grabbing the fragnts of his body and rapidly rging them, once again forming a new body. However, this body had not fully fused; so severed edges still remained. Hundreds of blood orbs disappeared, and soon, those severed edges completely vanished. The Saint of Eight Extres stood unhard in the void, once again restored to his forr peak combat strength.
"Fellow Daoist, you can do nothing to ..." The Saint of Eight Extres said with a faint smile, a hint of arrogance in his expression.
"Is that so?" Ye Yun smiled faintly. The Saint of Eight Extres truly considered himself immortal. In that case, Ye Yun prepared to be ruthless.
The Saint of Eight Extres’s second revival revealed a clue to Ye Yun: the heavier the wounds and the more fragnts the body was split into, the more blood orbs The Saint of Eight Extres would consu. If that was the case, then Ye Yun quickly formulated a clear plan of action.
"Fellow Daoist, if you don’t believe , then bring it on!" The Saint of Eight Extres grinned, his laughter filled with imnse confidence. Treading upon the Sea of Blood, he strode through the void, brandishing his fists as he charged towards Ye Yun.
Ye Yun suddenly disappeared. The next mont, he reappeared above The Saint of Eight Extres. His palm-blade materialized. A flash of cold light streaked past. Before The Saint of Eight Extres could even react, his entire body was cleanly cleft in two down the middle.
"AAAARGH!" The Saint of Eight Extres shrieked. The eyes on each of his severed halves witnessed their separation, disbelief flooding his gaze.
Ye Yun didn’t stop. SLICE! SLICE! SLICE! His palm-blade swung continuously, beams of light forming a vast net in the void that descended upon The Saint of Eight Extres. The Saint of Eight Extres was brutally dismbered; his two halves were ultimately diced into over a thousand pieces. Ye Yun had ultimately held back; otherwise, he would have diced him into tens of thousands of fragnts. He, too, feared The Saint of Eight Extres might not survive that.
The sight of thousands of mangled pieces of flesh floating in the Sea of Blood was extrely grueso. The Eight Great War Gods watching from afar were petrified. The First War God clenched his fists tightly, his heart pounding with tension. This ti, The Saint of Eight Extres had been diced into so many fragnts; could he still successfully resurrect through his Eight Extres Domain? Even the First War God was apprehensive.
Saint of Eight Extres, you absolutely mustn’t die! Feather Ancestor, observing from the distant void, had a mournful expression as he prayed inwardly. Regardless, The Saint of Eight Extres represented the pinnacle of combat power in the Fairy Pond World and, in a way, the Fairy Pond World itself. If he lost to an outsider, Feather Ancestor would be devastated. Even a draw would be acceptable to him.
SWISH, SWISH... The Sea of Blood roared, its crimson waters surging into violent waves. Countless blood-red hands erged from these waves, grasping the fragnts of his body, gathering them, and once again piecing The Saint of Eight Extres back together.
Seeing The Saint of Eight Extres, who resembled a figure pieced together from shredded paper yet still bore an expression of extre arrogance, Ye Yun knew this fellow’s limits were far from being reached. Ye Yun, holding nothing back, unleashed his palm-blade once more. A cold gleam flashed. Net after net of light descended upon The Saint of Eight Extres’s not-yet-fully-recovered body.
THUD, THUD... Accompanied by a series of dull thuds, The Saint of Eight Extres’s battered body was dismbered yet again. This ti, The Saint of Eight Extres’s body was minced into over ten thousand pieces.
This Eight Gate Domain of The Saint of Eight Extres is truly a troubleso Divine Skill... It’s a pity I’m of the Demon Clan. If I had learned this Eight Extres Divine Art, few in this world could threaten my life, the Big Black Cat thought, a look of regret in its eyes as it watched the battle.
"Eight Divine Gates, the Eight Gate Domain, immortal and indestructible... It’s truly powerful!" Mu Qing exclaid in admiration.
After mincing The Saint of Eight Extres into over ten thousand fragnts, Ye Yun stood calmly in the Sea of Blood with his hands clasped behind his back. He surveyed his surroundings, awaiting The Saint of Eight Extres’s resurrection. Ye Yun also wanted to see how many blood orbs The Saint of Eight Extres would consu if he resurrected. From repeatedly dicing The Saint of Eight Extres, Ye Yun had obtained so astonishing data: The Saint of Eight Extres’s physical body was already as tough as supre-grade Emperor Level Divine Soldiers. One step further, and his entire body would be comparable to an Emperor artifact. It had to be said that the Eight Extres Divine Art, self-created by The Saint of Eight Extres, was indeed an exceedingly powerful cultivation technique. If it were to appear in the Divine Land, it would undoubtedly cause a great stir.
SWISH, SWISH... The Sea of Blood roared, and furious waves surged skyward. From them erged countless small, blood-red hands, each grasping a fragnt. These small hands tumbled with the waves, then began to assemble in mid-air in their designated positions. In the span of a few breaths, a fragnted Saint of Eight Extres reappeared.
"Not bad!" Ye Yun remarked in admiration. Within the Eight Gate Domain, The Saint of Eight Extres was indeed immortal and indestructible. Anyone else would have been long dead and gone by now. This Eight Gate Domain Divine Skill, and the Innate Divine Ability of the Bloody Overlord Demonic Dragon, one of the Ten Super Divine Dragons, both achieved similar goals through different ans.
WHOOSH! A large number of the huge blood orbs in the Sea of Blood suddenly vanished. Ye Yun’s eyes flickered; a quick ntal calculation told him at least a hundred thousand had disappeared.
So that’s how it is... Ye Yun thought with a faint smile, a glimr of understanding in his eyes. The more pieces he was divided into, the more blood orbs were required for his recovery. Having been minced into over ten thousand pieces by Ye Yun, The Saint of Eight Extres had required a full hundred thousand blood orbs to recover. If The Saint of Eight Extres were diced into over a hundred million pieces, an estimated one-tenth of the blood orbs in this Sea of Blood would be consud. Further subdivision, say, into around five hundred million pieces, would likely consu all the blood orbs in the Sea of Blood. In that scenario, even if The Saint of Eight Extres resurrected, another dismbernt would render him completely unable to revive again.
The blood orbs vanished. The Saint of Eight Extres’s body once again stood tall in the void.
"Fellow Daoist, I admit defeat!" The Saint of Eight Extres said dejectedly, suddenly dropping to his knees. This ti, having been minced into over ten thousand pieces by Ye Yun, he had genuinely experienced the sensation of death’s imminent approach.
The Saint of Eight Extres finally realized—his opponent was simply beyond anything his current level could contend with; even ten of him combined would be no match for Ye Yun.
Therefore, The Saint of Eight Extres conceded defeat. As an unparalleled prodigy of the Fairy Pond World, the pride that had long been ingrained in his heart vanished completely in this instant.
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