Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1826 - 1827: The Indestructible Martial Will

Is this really the legendary South Heavenly Gate?

Yang Fei stared blankly at the plaque, feeling utterly incredulous.

If this place is really the legendary South Heavenly Gate.

Then this ruin, isn't it the legendary Palace of the Polestar?

If it's the Palace of the Polestar, how did it fall into such a state of disrepair?

Yang Fei and An Zichen exchanged a look of mutual shock.

Who knows what happened when the world of cultivation collapsed?

This Palace of the Polestar, famous throughout the Three Realms, ended up in such ruin?

Yang Fei's mind raced with thoughts, stunned, while An Zichen had already regained her composure.

"Alright, let's not just stand here dazed, let's find Ming Tai and the others first, and then start searching for the Ancestral Master."

Yang Fei nodded, and with An Zichen, they moved forward through the ruins, one following the other.

Along the way, amidst countless piles of rubble, gold and beautiful jade were stacked like mountains, but they were all shattered and broken remnants.

Yang Fei noticed that this construction debris was actually made of extrely rare jade crystals,

The crystals had damaged runes on them, exuding faint energy fluctuations.

He let out a long sigh, gazing dazedly at the endless piles of debris.

Yang Fei could hardly imagine how grand and magnificent the Palace of the Polestar was millions of years ago!

But with such a vast area, how could they possibly find the three of them, Xue Mingtai?

Yang Fei and An Zichen cautiously shuttled through the ancient ruins.

Various oddly-shaped sculptures and ornants lay hidden in the ruins, covered with a thick layer of dust.

At this mont, a faint, golden-yellow vortex suddenly erged from a pile of ruins ahead, harboring a fierce aura.

Yang Fei was startled, and with a quick stride, he dashed forward to block An Zichen.

His Essence Qi surged throughout his body, ready for battle.

The golden-yellow vortex condensed in the sky, slowly forming the image of a phantom golden-armored deity.

He held a treasured sword, his eyes like lanterns, glaring at Yang Fei and An Zichen.

A thundering voice ca from the vortex's center.

"What monster dares to trespass the South Heavenly Gate?"

Yang Fei and An Zichen exchanged glances.

The two could imdiately tell that the image of the golden-armored deity was like a shadow, devoid of Essence Qi and without power.

This phantom god statue was rely the martial will of a strong one, with no lethality to people.

However, this golden-armored deity had been dead for thousands of years, and yet after all these years, it could still exist.

Yang Fei could not even begin to imagine how powerful the golden-armored deity was when alive, what kind of realm he had reached?

Seeing Yang Fei and An Zichen standing still, the golden-armored deity seed very angry.

He gave a furious shout, his gigantic and majestic figure lunged at Yang Fei and An Zichen.

He was as tall as a two-story building, and the gigantic golden sword in his hand slashed down on the two of them.

At this mont, An Zichen suddenly pushed Yang Fei aside.

"Watch out!"

However, the golden-armored deity, despite his towering height, was not unwieldy at all, moving like lightning.

The giant sword he wielded whipped up a massive whirlwind, sending dust and sand flying, creating a spectacular scene.

As his treasured sword descended, Yang Fei couldn't dodge and was caught in the sword's turbulence.

Yang Fei's head buzzed as if he had been hit on the head with a stick, his vision went black, and he saw stars.

Yang Fei was startled.

He then realized that while the golden-armored deity couldn't harm martial artists physically, he could directly damage one's spirit and will.

Yang Fei rapidly retreated, the golden-armored deity's long sword slipped from his grasp, and a streak of golden light shot straight at his brow.

Startled, Yang Fei executed a quick roll, dodging the golden sword's assault.

The golden-armored deity executed a Tiger Pounce, landing right in front of him.

Bending his giant form, he spread his arms wide to envelop Yang Fei.

This giant, despite his massive size, moved as swiftly as a ghost.

No matter how quick Yang Fei was, he couldn't avoid him.

He shouted, and instead, charged towards the golden-armored deity.

The golden-armored deity's large figure made it difficult for him to change direction quickly.

Yang Fei deftly maneuvered around his feet with agile Kung Fu.

Each fierce lunge by the golden-armored deity was deftly dodged by Yang Fei.

However, the golden-armored deity's speed was so incredibly fast that each ti Yang Fei barely managed to dodge by a hair's breadth, it was truly perilous.

At this mont, An Zichen activated her True Yuan Energy.

Countless butterflies rose from her, dancing gracefully in the air, all swarming towards the golden-armored deity.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

An Zichen's True Martial Qi Energy transford into butterflies, which exploded mid-air.

Waves of destructive energy spread outwards.

However, such an attack had no effect whatsoever on the golden-armored deity.

His form was entirely a phantom, and An Zichen's physical attacks could not harm him.

Instead, An Zichen's attack drew the golden-armored deity's attention.

He instinctively turned around, fixating on An Zichen, and shouted, charging towards her.

An Zichen swiftly dodged back, springing nimbly onto a huge stone pillar.

The golden deity's massive hand moved like lightning, grabbing An Zichen.

An Zichen let out a muffled grunt, but her body remained unscathed.

However, her expression suddenly turned sluggish, and her eyes stopped moving.

Yang Fei was shocked.

The golden-armored deity's attack couldn't harm the body, but it could inflict imnse damage to one's will and spirit.

He roared and charged at the golden-armored deity.

Simultaneously, he unleashed a Scale Shock Subsonic Wave, aiming straight for the deity's head.

The golden-armored deity shuddered, releasing An Zichen, his expression turning blank.

An Zichen fell to the ground, like a wilting white lotus.

Yang Fei was filled with worry, not knowing how badly she was hurt.

Yang Fei rolled away from under the golden deity.

He held An Zichen in his arms.

Continuously, Yang Fei shook An Zichen.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

An Zichen's eyes, from confusion, beca clear again.

Exhausted, she raised a finger and pointed at Yang Fei's back.

Behind Yang Fei, the gigantic figure of the golden deity lunged again.

Yang Fei swiftly activated the Tiger Ghost Heart thod, his eyes turning blood red.

Turning his head, he fiercely locked eyes with the golden deity, a fierce and malevolent aura rolling out.

The deity's massive hand had almost reached Yang Fei's head.

At this mont, Yang Fei's Tiger Ghost Heart thod struck directly at his eyes.

The golden deity's form shuddered, staggering backward.

In his desperation, Yang Fei tried the Tiger Ghost Heart thod.

Among the Nine Extres' divine skills, only the Tiger Ghost Heart thod targeted spiritual attacks.

Yang Fei didn't expect it to work instantly, and was overjoyed.

He quickly harnessed the Tiger Ghost Heart thod, his blood-red eyes glaring at the golden deity like a tiger's.

The golden deity's form kept retreating, his head shaking uncontrollably.

His distorted, phantom face was full of fear.

"This deity will stand against you, coexisting with the Palace of the Polestar."

Suddenly, a massive roar erupted from the golden deity's mouth, struggling as he charged at Yang Fei.