"Buzz!"
Finally, that terrifying Chaotic Power dispersed, and at this mont, Saint Heir lay pale-faced before Ren Changsheng, his body slightly trembling.
The eyes of Saint Heir were filled with despair and emptiness.
The aura on Saint Heir’s body was extrely weak, almost comparable to that of an ordinary Saint, his inner world having turned into chaos, the source spring collapsed.
At this mont, Saint Heir’s cultivation had fallen from a half-step Chaotic realm, down to a Heavenly Dao Saint, becoming the most ordinary of Saints, the lowliest ant in chaos.
"Too weak!"
Ren Changsheng’s indifferent voice rang out.
Too weak.
The Saint Heir before him was indeed too weak. The punch just now, Ren Changsheng didn’t even use thirty percent of his strength nor his Divine Skills.
Ren Changsheng’s Chaotic treasure, none had been used.
Just with that punch, the Saint Heir before him was crippled.
"Hiss hiss hiss!"
After a while, Mo Yutian and the Yellow Priestess snapped back to reality, looking at the Saint Heir kneeling before Ren Changsheng with a pale face, their eyes filled with shock.
Is this still the Emperor?
That terrifying combat power made one’s mind tremble.
"I told you long ago, you three fools are too weak!"
Ren Changsheng glanced at Saint Heir, then with a flick of his finger, the pale-faced Saint Heir’s body slowly fell to the ground, the aura on him completely dissipating.
Saint Heir, dead!
"Saint Heir, did you kill him?"
Looking at Saint Heir lying on the ground, Mo Yutian’s voice trembled, his heart filled with imnse fear, thinking what if he had been the one to strike at Ren Changsheng just now?
What would have been his fate?
In Mo Yutian’s heart, there was no assurance. His cultivation was almost similar to Saint Heir’s, and with Saint Heir dead, he definitely wouldn’t fare much better.
"Congratulations Master on killing a half-step Chaotic powerhouse, rewarded with a second-grade Chaotic treasure!"
At this mont, a voice rang in Ren Changsheng’s mind, he had obtained a second-grade Chaotic treasure.
"Is there anything else?"
Ren Changsheng asked Xiao Xing.
A second-grade Chaotic treasure, although good, was of limited use to Ren Changsheng, who was not lacking in Chaotic treasures.
"The higher the cultivation of the enemy slain by the Master, the more and higher the level of items obtained!"
Xiao Xing’s voice sounded.
"Buzz!"
As Xiao Xing spoke, Ren Changsheng’s mind moved, and a suit of armor appeared in his hand, nurous patterns flickering on it.
These patterns were the legendary Chaotic divine patterns.
A Chaotic treasure, and a second-grade one at that.
"It’s not bad for Ling’er!"
Ren Changsheng muttered, for the current him, armor was unnecessary, his physique being that of a Chaotic controller.
With his cultivation reaching the half-step Chaotic realm, Ren Changsheng’s physique was now comparable to a half-step Chaotic treasure. Once he ascends to the realm of a Chaotic Saint, his physique might reach the level of a Chaotic treasure.
By then, even Chaotic treasures would hardly harm him.
"This is the Chaos Armor!"
Although Ren Changsheng was indifferent, the Priest Huang on the opposite side exclaid in awe. Chaos Armor, that was a truly precious artifact, even the head of his family only possessed one piece.
Compared to other treasures of chaos, the Chaos Armor was even more valuable because producing armor from the chaos was extrely difficult. This single piece of armor was equivalent to at least ten other chaos treasures.
"Lord Priest Huang, are you saying that what he holds in his hand is the legendary Chaos Armor?"
At this mont, Mo Yutian’s voice also trembled. Chaos Armor, how exceedingly precious it was! Possessing the armor ant that unless there were more than fifty Origin Spring powerhouses, they would not be able to harm them.
"Is it very precious?"
Ren Changsheng’s face remained calm, fully aware of the armor’s capability. Even if Ling’er were to wear it now, unless there were more than fifty Origin Spring powerhouses wielding half-step chaos, they could not harm Ling’er.
As for Ren Changsheng himself, the effectiveness was even stronger.
But Ren Changsheng did not need it, confident that even without the armor, more than fifty Origin Spring half-step chaotic adversaries would not be able to harm him.
"Who exactly are you?"
Looking at Ren Changsheng, Priest Huang’s voice trembled.
Soone who could easily kill the Saint Heir with a single punch.
Soone who could easily produce Chaos Armor, how could he be an ordinary person? Could there be so unknown background to Ren Changsheng standing before him?
Did Ren Changsheng have a formidable background behind him?
"My na is Ren Changsheng, and I am the Emperor of the Human Palace. Since the Saint Heir is dead, next, it is your turn!"
Ren Changsheng looked at the two, speaking calmly.
Mo Yutian was trivial, but killing Priest Huang should bring so benefits.
"You’re going to kill us too?"
Mo Yutian’s face changed in an instant, Ren Changsheng had killed the Saint Heir and now he planned to kill him as well? Priest Huang’s expression also turned grave.
In front of Ren Changsheng, he could not underestimate him at all.
In his heart, he regretted deeply; had he known Ren Changsheng was this terrifying, would he have co to kill Ren Changsheng and seize his secrets?
"You ca to kill , you must have been prepared!"
"Prepared to die!"
A faint voice rose when suddenly, Ren Changsheng’s figure flashed, and in the valley, one Ren Changsheng split into ten, then those ten Ren Changshengs flickered again, turning into eighty-two!
Chaotic clones, and advanced ones at that. Previously, Ren Changsheng could only split into nine clones, but now, he could create eighty-one.
Together, that made eighty-two.
And these eighty-two clones had the sa combat strength as the original body, aning any one of them could easily annihilate the Saint Heir.
"Kill!"
The word fell, and only one of Ren Changsheng’s eighty-two forms struck, this form disappearing from the spot and reappearing next to Mo Yutian.
"No!"
Fear filled Mo Yutian’s eyes.
He wanted to resist, but an incredibly terrifying force suppressed him, preventing any resistance in his heart. This overwhelming pressure was the chaotic laws of Ren Changsheng’s myriad worlds.
The laws of chaos, those that prevailed over everything.
"Bang!"
A faint sound arose, and Mo Yutian’s body burst open, his presence dissipating shortly after, while Priest Huang could only watch as Mo Yutian fell.
As for himself, his back was now drenched in cold sweat.
One of Ren Changsheng’s clones had killed Mo Yutian, but the remaining eighty-one were now all focused on him, the daunting pressure making him want to kneel and worship Ren Changsheng.
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