High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late Chapter 572 - 401: Ye Family Ancestor’s Projection, the Lege

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anwhile, in a certain layer deep within the Beast Cave.

"Xin Gu, junior of the Sword Pavilion, thanks senior for saving my life!"

As a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, Xin Gu had once seen in an ancient book descriptions of Holy Realm Fierce Beasts, one of which ntioned a size exceeding a hundred ters.

Even though it had been several days, Xin Gu’s heart was still overwheld with monuntal waves, for the one who appeared before him, and saved him, was unexpectedly a Thunder Flood Dragon approaching two hundred ters in size.

However, the aura of this Thunder Flood Dragon, whose size was unprecedented, was imposing, yet the feeling it gave was different from facing his master.

"Even if it’s not a Martial Saint Level Fierce Beast, it must be a Half-Saint Level one, and very close to a Martial Saint Fierce Beast!"

Considering this, Xin Gu’s heart was even more astonished.

Because the size of a Fierce Beast, Giant, or even the Martial Arts Golden Body that human martial artists can condense often reflects their Martial Arts Talent. Ordinary Holy Realm Fierce Beasts are rely a hundred ters, but the Thunder Flood Dragon now is already approaching two hundred ters, yet not even achieved the Saint Realm.

"This Thunder Flood Dragon’s talent is terrifying!"

The Thunder God glanced at Xin Gu, who was trembling all over, sowhat disappointed. This human boy was far inferior to that Su Boy before.

After Su Boy left, no one dared to provoke the Thunder God, and for a ti, the Thunder God beca sowhat unaccustod, which was also a reason for saving Xin Gu, intending to relieve so boredom. Besides, the Thunder God felt a Sword Montum similar to that of Su Boy from Xin Gu.

"Sword Pavilion? Is it impressive? I’ve never heard of it, does it have a Saint Realm?"

"Junior’s master... The master of the Sword Pavilion is one of Huaxia’s seven Martial Saints."

Xin Gu swallowed the word "master" back, unsure of the intention behind this terrifying Thunder Flood Dragon that could speak, referring to itself as "Big Boss," in saving him. He didn’t want to disgrace the Sword Pavilion, nor let his master be humiliated.

"Martial Saint? So you’re the disciple of that human Martial Saint?" The Thunder God snorted disdainfully, "Are the Martial Saints on Earth so weak now?"

After the words landed, Xin Gu’s eyes widened in anger.

Oh!

Three feet of blue steel was drawn from its sheath, Xin Gu pointed his sword at the Thunder God.

"You may insult , but you cannot insult the Sword Pavilion!"

Upon hearing this, the Thunder God’s large flood dragon eyes beca increasingly contemptuous. If it were Su Boy drawing his sword, perhaps he would truly fear a bit; after all, that was a little monster. But now, just this boy?

Hmph!

The Thunder God once again snorted coldly.

A high-pitched cry of an Ice Sparrow sounded.

Straightaway, an icy river condensed under Xin Gu’s feet, with Xin Gu swinging his sword. Perceiving the Sword Montum and power of this sword, the Thunder God’s eyes involuntarily flashed a look of surprise.

Yet he remained unmoved, allowing the sword to fall.

The Ice Sparrow flapped its wings, its wings like sharp blades diving down, fiercely stabbing into the Thunder God’s massive body.

Crackling, a dense sound of shattering occurred, but it was not from the Thunder God’s body, but rather from that twenty-ter-wide Ice Sparrow and the icy river.

The Thunder God’s internal Qi and Blood circulated, his body shook, and amidst the cries of the breaking Ice Sparrow and the crumbling icy river transford into thousands of ice cones shooting forth.

Xin Gu’s pupils contracted, his face filled with shock as he saw that the sword, which combined the Cold Sparrow Sword and Phoenix Cry, hadn’t left any injury on the enormous Thunder Flood Dragon, not even scratching its scales. It was completely unhard.

Even the ice cones that shot toward him brushed past Xin Gu delicately, the mastery over his flesh and its power completely exceeded Xin Gu’s imagination.

"Hmph, with such diocre strength, dare to imitate Su Boy and make a move on Big Boss?"

Su Boy?

A dazed Xin Gu’s Spirit swayed for a mont, his blank mind slowly regaining so ability to think.

"Is senior referring to... Su Mu?"

"That’s right, the boy’s called Su Mu. You’re far weaker than him, he could at least entertain Big Boss sowhat, but you, in front of Big Boss, are just an ant." ntioning Su Mu, the Thunder God’s tone carried a trace of recognition, his eyes slightly narrowed.

In his travels, Su Mu indeed was an absolute monster.

The Thunder God recalled encountering Su Mu, his Force Field around him was strong, evidently newly ford, as Su Boy had just stepped into the Grandmaster Realm.

This little monster was impressive for entering the Grandmaster Realm with a flesh already forming the embryo of a Saint Realm Mark, capable of condensing the embryo of a Saint Realm Mark on his own.

If this little monster was placed before the alterations of the earth, given so ti, with his talent, he likely could have sanctified his flesh.

The talent he had in the flesh was so high, even the Thunder God was shocked and anxious, for even the ancient Giant Race didn’t possess such terror; only the legendary Royal Family of the Giant Race, the line of Golden Giants, had this kind of terror.

Moreover, the little monster’s Qi and Blood, Spiritual Power, and Power of Rules aspects were equally astounding, with the forr two nearing the degree to condense the embryo of a Saint Realm Mark, and the Thunder God faintly sensed the aura of the Power of Origin Rules.

As for his mysterious and powerful martial arts, the Thunder God had never seen anything like it.

Therefore, the Thunder God chose to offer the precious Rule Refining Technique to Su Mu; he found it intriguing and wished to see if the little monster could succeed, whether he could prevail in this fractured world.

"Probably no chance, what’s Big Boss thinking? Whether that realm exists is uncertain... Or perhaps it’s rely an elusive legend..."

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Inside Junlin Pavilion.

Su Mu slowly opened his eyes.

"No, it’s different."

"The ’Martial Arts Mark’ of the Ye Family ancestor is different from what was on Fenrir before..."

In his Martial God State, Su Mu’s face showed deep doubt; the more he reviewed, the more uncertain he was.

"Though there’s a gap between the two, it shouldn’t be like this... It’s like the difference between Qi and Blood and the flesh?"

"But it may also be due to my lack of understanding and knowledge regarding the ’Martial Arts Mark.’"

Su Mu’s eyes narrowed slightly because the Thunder God never ntioned ’Martial Arts Mark’ as a requirent for stepping into Half-Saint; it was all his own speculation.

"However, the thod the Thunder God stated might not necessarily be correct, nor suit . Perhaps by leveraging Junlin Pavilion, by consulting the Ye Family ancestor, I could verify this."

Su Mu’s doubt vanished, replaced by determination. His martial arts were fundantally different from the martial arts of this world, no one had walked the path he was on.

There are still eight layers; he might find the answer within, which would be his true test.