Chapter 1303: Chapter 1302: The Arrival of Demon Venerable Tianpeng
“Hurricane Cage,” the Martial Spirit Ancestor struck again.
The howling tornado began to rage, the azure winds responding head to tail, forming a circle.
And Xu Zii’s figure was right within that circle.
“Tighten,” the Martial Spirit Ancestor commanded again with a soft shout.
The breeze began to shrink its range until finally, Xu Zii discovered that the tornado had vanished.
Yet, he was also imprisoned by this force.
Unable to move, even taking a single step was incredibly difficult.
He just stood there in place.
“The ancestor is mighty,” a disciple of the Haotian Sect shouted from the side.
“Search him for the tokens,” the Martial Spirit Ancestor ordered.
Before the disciples could approach, thunderbolts began to coil around Xu Zii’s body.
The myriad laws of the world, all things inherently oppose each other.
Like the intangible, the wind is formless, though it does not belong to the Five Elents, it is restrained by thunderbolts.
The violent thunderbolt directly tore through the hurricane’s confinent.
Looking upward, the firmant was covered with dark clouds, a desolate scene, seemingly swept by the mad wind.
The hurricane moved with the thunderbolt, and Xu Zii appeared as a king within the thunderbolts.
He wielded lightning, continuously crackling and exploding.
“Law of Heaven and Earth, one of the ten divine thods,” Xu Zii shouted.
He was still unsatisfied, his body enlarged several hundred tis, like a true giant.
The montum of the thunderbolt grew even stronger.
Those around swallowed hard, even the Martial Spirit Ancestor’s expression beca serious.
“Everyone, retreat,” he ordered.
Suddenly, the wind beast behind him opened its mouth, and another wave of mad wind surged forth.
But this ti, Xu Zii’s figure was not blown away, his hands danced on thunder, like a Thunder God.
The Thunderbolt Principle and the Wind Series Principle continued to clash.
“Strange, strange,” the Martial Spirit Ancestor muttered to himself.
“You’ve not only practiced principles, but you’ve also comprehended several kinds.”
Xu Zii did not respond, with myriad laws, as long as he wished, he could summon them at will.
In battle against others, possessing the attribute of principles was an absolute advantage.
“If you were a Great Saint, I would truly fear you a bit,” the Martial Spirit Ancestor shouted.
“Unfortunately, you are rely a Great Emperor.”
As he spoke, the wind beast behind him grew stronger in montum.
“So what?” Xu Zii sneered.
“Even if I can’t kill you, you can’t do anything to either.”
Upon hearing Xu Zii’s words, the Martial Spirit Ancestor’s expression beca sowhat strained.
He also knew he couldn’t do anything to Xu Zii—the best they could achieve was a stalemate.
This made him feel humiliated, being a Great Saint but unable to do anything to a Great Emperor.
But upon reflection, it made sense. The greatest strengths of a Great Saint were twofold.
Principle and Profound aning, the two were as different as heaven and earth.
But Xu Zii had already comprehended principles.
Then there was the Life and Death Soul, which added no combat power but made a Great Saint hard to kill.
And with Xu Zii having the ten divine thods, along with the Prison Suppressor Demon Body and various top-tier martial techniques, even if he couldn’t defeat his opponent, he could certainly protect himself.
Just as the two persisted without resolution, laughter suddenly ca from the side.
“Martial Spirit, the more you cultivate, the more you’re regressing. How co you can’t handle even a single Great Emperor?”
Upon hearing this voice, the expression on the Martial Spirit Ancestor’s face beca even more awkward.
However, the people from the Haotian Sect nearby were invigorated upon hearing this voice.
“It’s the Arrogant Ancestor—he has erged as well.”
“Indeed, our Haotian Sect has three Great Saints, even if he’s lucky enough to fend off one, he certainly can’t withstand the others.”
The Martial Spirit Ancestor retreated, separating from Xu Zii.
Xu Zii also looked up at the man who had spoken earlier.
Actually, he wasn’t really fighting with the Martial Spirit Ancestor to fight; he just wanted to test his current strength.
But it seems that at the first stage of the Great Saint, he could match equally.
Beyond that, he might not be a match.
It seed insignificant, but it was already remarkable, as the gap between a Great Saint and a Great Emperor was a difficult chasm to traverse.
……
Xu Zii cald his mind, not contemplating, but instead turning his gaze to the person who spoke earlier.
He wore a robe resembling leopard skin.
The robe seed to be made of leopard skin, draped over his body, standing at least over two ters tall.
A large man, who seed to have applied light makeup.
His lips were black-purple, the corners of his eyes similarly dark, especially his eyebrows, thick like a blade.
Savage yet carrying a hint of wickedness.
“Greetings, Supre Ancestor,” everyone hastily greeted him.
“Martial Spirit, do you need my help?” the Supre Ancestor said while walking and laughing.
“Supre, don’t gloat. Why don’t you co up and try it yourself,” the Martial Spirit Ancestor responded calmly.
“Don’t make excuses for your incompetence,” the Supre Ancestor retorted.
“I’m too lazy to argue with you; this young one has many secrets, it’s not simple,” the Martial Spirit Ancestor said.
“Then let’s join hands to capture him first,” the Supre Ancestor beca serious.
Joking aside, there had to be limits.
The holy power around them erupted, the powerful might like a torrent, all crashing down at once.
One Great Saint’s might was terrifying enough, let alone two together.
Xu Zii stood tall, enduring the pressure, though the sound of “crackling” ca from within.
This was the sound of his muscles and bones under intense compression.
“Boy, surrender now,” the Supre Ancestor said.
“You’ve been watching for quite so ti, haven’t you seen enough?” Xu Zii paid no attention to the two and instead looked up at the firmant, speaking softly.
“I’ve seen enough, I’ve seen enough,” boisterous laughter bood forth.
Suddenly the sky darkened.
“Two ancestors of the Haotian Sect bullying a young person—truly venerable and respectable!”
The laughter mingled with the spreading demonic qi.
Instantly, everyone on the scene felt suffocated.
If asked whom the Haotian Sect feared most, it would naturally be the Demon Race.
As the dominators of the Catastrophe Demon Domain, only they knew how powerful the Demon Race was.
“May I know which great power from the Demon Race has descended? Please show yourself,” the Supre Ancestor forced himself to co forward and say.
He and the Martial Spirit Ancestor both felt the suppressive strength of the arrival—it was stronger than they were.
Much stronger indeed.
“What? Recognizing inferiority so quickly?” The voice from the firmant continued.
Although he did not appear, the continuous demonic qi was saturating the entire sky.
Even the sun was obscured.
In the swirling demonic qi, there was the faint presence of thunderbolts weaving through.
“When did my Haotian Sect ever offend the senior?” the Supre Ancestor asked again.
“I didn’t co seeking you, but to find my lord,” the presence in the demonic qi said calmly.
Upon hearing this, both the Supre and Martial Spirit Ancestors were puzzled.
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