Chapter 1664: Chapter 130 Battle of Zhongsheng Continent Part 3
“You killed my elder sister, I want all of your lives!”
The grief of losing her closest kin, anger in this instant shattered all of Weichi Lian’s rationality and fear. Facing the elder, she charged directly!
The elder rely raised a hand slowly.
Blood Energy surged forth.
Bang!
A terrifying Blood Energy landed on Weichi Lian.
Under the shocked and even horrified gazes of everyone.
On Weichi Lian’s body, the light shattered violently, then silently annihilated, just like her elder sister!
“Martial Ancestor!”
“Martial Ancestor!”
The True Martial Army shouted!
“Void Refining!”
“He has already reached Void Refining?!”
Nearby, Zhao Feng couldn’t help but show an alard expression!
But Xumi and others, quickly gathering all the wounded from the formation, shook their heads with imnsely grave expressions:
“No… his aura shouldn’t have reached Class VI, but his foundation is too strong, and his power too great. Perhaps it has already far exceeded the stage of Class V…”
“This Martial Ancestor’s strength is insanely horrifying compared to other True Martial Cultivators!”
Though just now, the depletion of the True Martial Cultivators made the Formation extrely weak.
Yet he could shatter the Formation with a single blow, injuring all the cultivators in the formation, and even from across the formation, he struck dead Weichi Shu, a mid-stage Divinity Transformation cultivator. This Martial Ancestor’s strength is far beyond their imagination!
Though his realm has not reached, his strength is undoubtedly already a Class VI existence.
“Quick! Gather the formation! Those heavily wounded, retreat swiftly!”
Zhao Feng, shocked, swiftly reacted and imdiately organized arrangents.
Due to the distribution from the formation, though everyone from the Three Sects and One Clan was injured, not many fell on the spot, and under the rapid turnover of Divinity Transformation cultivators, all heavily wounded Nascent Soul cultivators were quickly evacuated.
However, to their surprise.
This Martial Ancestor did not choose to pursue them, but rather slowly landed before a headless corpse below.
Picked up the head with eyes wide open that had fallen nearby.
Lightly brushed the closed eyes with his palm.
Closed his eyes slightly, and sighed deeply.
Then suddenly opened his eyes.
Spoke softly:
“I’ve avenged you.”
“Don’t hate …”
The hand moved away, and the eyes on the head were now closed.
He gently bent down, placing the head before the headless corpse.
Then slowly stood upright, looking towards the Three Sects and One Clan, ready in formation, and the Yuanci Palace cultivators led by Qin Lingxiao, whose expressions were imnsely grave.
“The battle of Zhongsheng Continent should co to an end.”
He spoke softly.
Though the voice was small, it echoed clearly in everyone’s ears.
Then raised his hand, instantly coalescing a blood-colored spear, hurling it towards the cultivators!
Everyone’s faces changed dramatically!
“Go! We are not their match!”
Xumi suddenly shouted deeply, then directly transford into sword-light, charging towards the blood-colored spear.
“Teacher!”
Zhao Feng’s face changed greatly.
However, his words hadn’t fallen.
Boom!
The blood-colored spear shattered the sword-light without any hindrance, Xumi’s figure tumbling away under the enclosure of a damaged large drum.
“It’s the Yuyang Drum!”
The montum of the blood-colored spear did not stop, directly piercing towards the crowd.
Zhao Feng’s heart had already sunk to the bottom. This ti, as the one directing the arrangents, he felt he had exhausted all his spirit, yet still hadn’t anticipated that the opponent had grown strong to such a degree. In their current state, facing an existence comparable to Class VI, they were entirely no match.
“All faults lie solely with ! All of you go first!”
Zhao Feng shouted deeply, then without hesitation transford into sword-light, bypassing the blood-colored spear, slicing towards the elder!
The elder’s gaze was incredibly calm, raising his hand, rapidly condensing Blood Energy.
Just then.
“Master!”
Amidst the crowd, suddenly a youth’s figure flew out, incredibly following Zhao Feng together.
And upon seeing this youth’s face, the elder’s hand, originally condensing Blood Energy, suddenly stopped.
“Teacher?!”
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