The silence was so intense that one could hear a pin drop, and everyone was astounded. Was the Combat Saint King planning to prevent the Heavenly Eagle King from leaving?
Many people couldn’t help but be filled with apprehension, tensely watching everything unfolding before them.
The experts from Dragon Phoenix Academy, in particular, seed almost ready to manifest in the world, with terrifyingly supre auras leaking out of their bodies, tearing through the void, a horrifying sight to behold.
They had all taken a liking to the Heavenly Eagle King, an outstanding prospect; if the Combat Saint King were truly to make a move, they would undoubtedly intervene to stop him.
Moreover, in the more distant parts of the Heavenly Do, a number of extrely terrifying auras had appeared at so point, coupled with overwhelming demon power, pressuring the skies and closely monitoring the situation.
"Combat Saint King, what is your intention here? The Heavenly Eagle King has clearly conceded defeat. As a Supre Genius, don’t you possess the breadth of spirit to allow him to leave?"
A figure suddenly appeared in front of the injured Heavenly Eagle King—none other than Zhao Wudao.
In that mont, he actually positioned himself in front of the Heavenly Eagle King, staring down the Combat Saint King without fear. It was shocking how a re king dared to question the Combat Saint King like this. Was he seeking death?
However, so astute observers noticed a twinkle in their eyes, for they could see that although Zhao Wudao seed fearless, he was clearly trying to use the pressure of the others present to coerce the Combat Saint King into not acting, allowing the Heavenly Eagle King and themselves to leave the area smoothly.
One had to admit, Zhao Wudao was indeed sowhat clever.
"Combat Saint King, after all, you are the first Young Supre from the Ten-layered Heaven Level since the Mythical Era. Having defeated the Heavenly Eagle King, as the victor, shouldn’t you show so of the magnanimity that befits a winner, allowing the Heavenly Eagle King to leave in peace?" Zhao Wudao spoke again and even received nods of agreent from many spectators at a distance.
But the True Kings all seed indifferent, with many Super Experts maintaining their silence.
Zhao Wudao was pleased with the agreent from others, but when he looked at the Immortal True Kings, not a single one stepped forward to support him, which left him slightly disappointed.
Nevertheless, he continued, "Combat Saint King, if you keep this up, you’ll fail to demonstrate the magnanimity of a Supre being, and we’ll all feel ashad to associate with you."
"Nonsense!"
The Combat Saint King finally spoke, with just a light rebuke, which exploded with authority in the Heavenly Do, also carrying a strange demonic force that left Zhao Wudao struck as if by lightning, coughing up blood, his complexion as pale as paper.
From his high vantage point, the Combat Saint King looked down on Zhao Wudao with indifference, devoid of compassion, "You’re nothing but a scoundrel who has been let go ti and again by , a re king. Since when is it your turn to speak? Shut your mouth, or be crushed imdiately."
As soon as these words were out, it was like a resounding slap across Zhao Wudao’s face, silent yet deafening.
Zhao Wudao’s face turned red with humiliation, publicly chastised and berated by the Combat Saint King like this, how could he possibly bear it.
Despite his raging emotions, he did not dare to speak out, for everyone knew that the Combat Saint King in front of them was an unmatched and extraordinary character, a Supre Genius who acted with impunity and feared nothing.
Should he truly anger the Combat Saint King, who would be able to withstand if he chose to forcefully push through?
Imdiately after, the Combat Saint King looked away from Zhao Wudao, treating him as if he was nothing, his gaze landed on the Heavenly Eagle King.
"What do you want?" asked the Heavenly Eagle King.
The Combat Saint King, looming from on high, said indifferently, "You ca here to attack the city, and if you think you can leave without paying a price, wouldn’t everyone think that I, the Combat Saint King, am easy to bully?"
This remark made people smirk, as if everyone was easy to bully except for you, the Combat Saint King, who was particularly resistant.
"Leave behind the Heavenly Eagle Eighteen Forms and the Heavenly Eagle Dragon Slaying Technique, and I can spare your life."
Under the starry sky, the Combat Saint King slowly began to speak. However, his words stunned everyone, leaving them agape and gasping in disbelief.
The Combat Saint King actually wanted to acquire the Heavenly Eagle Eighteen Forms and the Heavenly Eagle Dragon Slaying Technique. Both were supre, closely guarded secrets of the Heavenly Eagle Clan, which only the true prodigies of the clan were entitled to inherit.
The countenance of the Heavenly Eagle King changed drastically, and he imdiately refused, "No, these divine arts are the Heavenly Eagle Clan’s unimparted secrets and even those not of our kin struggle to execute them."
"Whether or not they can be executed is for to determine," the Combat Saint King spoke, his body radiant with golden light, transcending mortal concerns, akin to a banished immortal, always maintaining a calm deanor.
This tornted the Heavenly Eagle King’s heart, making him want to roar in frustration. Never before had he experienced such suffocation and helplessness, powerful as he was, dominating his peers, pushing aside all rivals. He had never felt so powerless, looked down upon and oppressed.
"I’ve said it before, these are unimparted secrets of the Heavenly Eagle Clan, not to be disclosed. You might as well kill ."
Though defeated, the Heavenly Eagle King refused to bend, unwilling to surrender his clan’s sacred techniques.
Boom—
The Combat Saint King’s five fingers opened, transforming into an Immortal Stele resplendent with bright golden runes, and slamd downwards. With a crashing sound, the Heavenly Eagle King was smashed into a broken ss, his flesh blurred and nearly shattered, a truly pitiful sight.
Crackling—
A series of bone-crunching noises suddenly erupted, as the Ancestor Bloodline within the Heavenly Eagle King began to revive, innately repairing his wounded body, restoring its immortality.
This was the Undying Heavenly Eagle Body of the Golden Winged Roc, whose bloodline power was so formidable it was almost impossible to eradicate.
However, Ye Chen’s eyes suddenly emitted two brilliant beams, enveloping the Heavenly Eagle King and harboring a strange power that prevented the Heavenly Eagle King’s bloodline power from healing the wounds.
It was the reversal of the God King Revival Technique. Executed by a figure like Ye Chen, its horror was unfathomable, able to completely reverse the healing trajectory of bloodline power.
"Ah—"
The Heavenly Eagle King roared in pain as his bloodline power collided with the Combat Saint King’s contrarian divine technique, causing his injuries to explode, adding to his misery.
"I’ve told you, hand over the Heavenly Eagle Eighteen Forms and the Heavenly Eagle Dragon Slaying Technique, and I’ll spare you," the Combat Saint King appeared in front of the Heavenly Eagle King in an instant, hands behind his back, looking down from above.
And from his glabella, a light erged, and a seven-colored illusory Dao Sword appeared—Primordial Spirit Sword—slicing directly, nearly splitting the Heavenly Eagle King in two, blood spattering.
Boom—
The bloodline power inside the Heavenly Eagle King began to surge, complex and mysterious Dao Trace Rules erged, seeking to surpass the backward trajectory of the God King Revival Technique to heal his wounds.
"Hmm?"
The Combat Saint King’s gaze grew profound, seemingly reflecting everything, intent on completely penetrating the interior of the Heavenly Eagle King.
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