"No, can you do it, old thing!"
Tang Qian clicked his tongue, sarcastically: "I see the Great Group's moral fiber is corrupt, all thanks to you old geezers... how do you even dare to ask for money?"
"Bullshit! Back in the day, what Rank was I, and what trash are you? If you had any guts, would I still be working for you at my age?"
The Fourth Great Uncle retaliated, but the spear in his hand swung fiercely, pressing forward step by step.
"Stop arguing, both of you are just as garbage, might as well kill yourselves early." An elderly woman on the other side was also being sarcastic, indiscriminately attacking the two, the chains in her hands slithering like snakes, attacking with malice.
But Pacquiao, the whole person wasn't doing well!
No matter what, he was a transcend among the Great Group's Chosen Ones, how could he not discern the current situation? He had used Inheritance Burnt Offerings before and played it too smoothly, but he'd never seen such a scene!
The two ghostly beings possessing Tang Qian right now, the more he looked, the more familiar they seed, the more wrong he felt...
Sacrificial Master?!
How can the Sacrificial Master actually speak? Wait, why has the Sacrificial Master changed again? Damn, why are there so many Sacrificial Masters?!
How can soone's whole family be Sacrificial Masters!
Pacquiao was completely numb.
There's hacks! There's hacks!
Down by a whole major Rank, a seasoned, seafaring first-rate transcend Chosen One, and he can't even take down a jump-skinned Rebirth! And for the mont, he just can't take him down...
The toughness of the Great Group wasn't even the point, and the usual suppression from those of the sa system didn't seem to have any effect; the crux was, the erratic swings of power, the fluctuating Spiritual Fluctuations, were just driving him to the point of wanting to vomit blood.
When weak, it couldn't break his defense at all; when strong, he was filled with dread, drenched in sweat.
The key was the completely erratic shifts between strong and weak, the ancestral refresh seed entirely based on personal whims. In a careless mont, he was nearly decapitated by the dreadlocked middle-aged man erging from Tang Qian's back.
He couldn't even control the countless walking corpses on the battlefield.
Right now, the only option was to use the Sacrificial Master's power in the sa manner to forcibly drive out the Sacrificial Master possessing the opponent!
But when he summoned the power of the Lord of Scars, in a furious strike, at the mont of blades clashing, their spiritual energy combusted violently together!
Pacquiao saw black.
In a daze, he seed to see behind Tang Qian's back a phantom of nurous eerie tablets towering like a mountain, from bottom to top, amidst the faint incense fog, the inscriptions on the tablets were all blurred, unreadable. In this brief instant, he only saw at the very top of countless rows of tablets, before one rotten, shattered tablet, lay a shriveled, broken hand, dripping blood after countless years.
And in the palm, was grasping tightly a massive heart-like red gemstone, pulsing for a mont, bringing with it an overwhelming onslaught of battle phantoms!
Boom!
In the collision, the blessing on Tang Qian collapsed by more than half, yet what made him shiver was the sudden turbulent upheaval, making the connection with the Lord of Scars difficult to maintain.
Even showing hints of alienation and disdain.
As if questioning—
The hell are you doing?
Pacquiao's actions just now were essentially taking over and using the Sacrificial Master's power to collide directly with other Sacrificial Masters, and any damage from this would result in a loss of the residual spirituality of the Lord of Scars.
Noticing the indifference from the Lord of Scars, Pacquiao could only grit his teeth, swallow his blood, and once again sacrifice several valuable scars to barely construct the connection.
Yet in the scene, Tang Qian was rely scolded a bit by the Sacrificial Master on his body, with nothing else happening!
In that mont, this disparity in treatnt made Pacquiao's heart close to bleeding with anguish.
But after several brief encounters, he had long since noticed Tang Qian's critical weakness.
Instantly, a breakthrough—
Then imdiately, under a sweep of the spear, Tang Qian was like a teor, screaming, knocked back flying!
With all his strength he kicked out, knocking the unfortunate soul up like a stray dog, tumbling in midair like a distant teor.
At the sa ti...
Pacquiao, furious!
Because at the sa instant, an even more furious violent teor, descended from the sky!
Hovering behind the clouds for who knows how long, the iron stars coldly overlooked the entire battlefield, seeking any pivotal mont, until Pacquiao had no attention to spare...
—Suddenly, it fell!
Showing no concealnt of its presence or track, at the mont when the outermost Spiritual Fluctuation seal placed by Ji Jue broke, the Dragon Mountain Armor was pushed brutally into an overclocked operation!
In an instant, from stillness to movent, from Unmoving as a Mountain, turning to Moving like Thunderbolt!
Amid Lu Feng's wild laughter, the Blessed Armor ticulously crafted by Ji Jue hurtled downward with reaction and speed exceeding the previous one by several tis.
Ten kiloters, all engines overdrive thrust.
Five kiloters, half of the engines shut down, reversing Engines Three and Five.
One kiloter, the crimson teor descending from the sky had already enveloped all beneath it amidst the thundering lightning, impacting fiercely and veering away.
The hallmark maneuver of the Honored Iron Cavalry—teor Maneuver!
The bursting Fla Light seared into everyone's eyes.
Then ca the earth-shaking concussion and roar that made the rivers boil.
The descending Dragon Mountain Armor plumted straight down, using that terrifying mobility beyond all expectations combined with the gravitational potential amassed in its descent, breaking through Pacquiao's reaction speed in a snap, trampling.
Amidst the wailing of the ship, the deck shattered, and the cabin exploded.
The descending teor drew its sword, instantly piercing through the outer defenses, inner fields and everything akin to paper-thin defenses, descending from the sky.
Landing within the Secret Ritual, right in front of an old face filled with shock.
On the spot, it crushed an unfortunate scapegoat, blood splattering.
"What..."
Under the cover of nurous pirate ships, the Rebirth Rank Heart Core Chosen One in the Secret Ritual was still struggling to blow his broken flute, utterly unprepared to react.
At the mont of looking up, he saw the nacing grin on the crimson armor.
Stupefied.
Instinctively opened his mouth, wanting to shout.
"Oh, busy?"
Lu Feng politely greeted, raising his hand, he thrust the Pan Ying in his hand into that open mouth, slicing downward, dividing it into two like a hot knife through butter.
Quick and clean.
The Poison Heart Ring flickered, absorbing the psychic impact.
Then, the grenade in his other hand was tossed out, instantly exploding into a diffusely spreading rcury mist. The rcury Vapor instantly absorbed the instinctive psychic explosion and, inversely, collapsed inward.
Solid alchemy lock.
Along with the unsprayed soul and the unspilt blood corpse, thoroughly sealed, locked up.
Preservation work completed.
Then, in the mont when everyone else was still processing what had happened, he snagged the rcury-sealed corpse and once again, shot skyward!
By the ti Pacquiao realized what had happened, he had already fled two kiloters away!
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