Ye Luo’s eyes swept across the area and imdiately spotted the person as the strongest among the ten Saint Realm experts of this shrine, a formidable master of the seventh level of the Saint Realm.
However, at that mont, this seventh-level Saint Realm master appeared extrely disheveled, his breath exceedingly weak, and the True Qi inside his body was massively depleted.
Clearly, he had also paid a great price to charge out of that explosion, while the other nine Saint Realm experts had no chance to escape and were blown to smithereens.
Although Saint Realm experts are powerful, facing such terrifying explosive force, they still find it difficult to escape. Unless they step into the Hua Yuan Realm, where True Qi transforms into True Yuan, forming a Yuan energy shield, only then could they withstand attacks from all sorts of formidable strengths; even a hand grenade going off in front of them would not harm them.
Seeing the Saint Realm expert burst out, Ye Luo did not dare to linger, hurriedly propelling his movent technique and fleeing towards the distance. However, the opposition caught sight of Ye Luo at a glance.
"Stop right there!"
The seventh-level Saint Realm master shouted angrily at Ye Luo as he charged toward him. However, due to the internal injuries sustained from the explosion and the overconsumption of True Qi, even though he was of the seventh-level Saint Realm, he could currently only exert less than a third level Saint Realm’s strength, which prevented him from catching up to Ye Luo imdiately.
Ye Luo activated Dragon Soaring Nine Heavens, his strength surging throughout his body, as he swiftly escaped. Had he known there were still living Saint Realm experts, he would not have stayed for that mont to appreciate the so-called shrine being destroyed. Otherwise, the opponent would never have discovered him.
After an intense pursuit, Ye Luo and the Saint Realm expert ended up on a seaside dock with nowhere for Ye Luo to run.
"Damn you, you’re the one who destroyed the shrine!"
The Saint Realm expert stared at Ye Luo with eyes full of angry expression, his body emitting a terrifying aura enveloping Ye Luo.
"It was . You got a problem with that?" Ye Luo snorted coldly, as his Nine Yang Mystic Art circulated within him and the Lingyun Sword appeared in his hand.
"Then you can go to die." The seventh-level Saint Realm expert shouted angrily, slamming a palm harshly towards Ye Luo. Even with only the strength of a third-level Saint Realm, the power was still trendously fearful.
"Eight Feet Mirror!"
Ye Luo shouted, the Eight Feet Mirror sprang forward, emitting a white light that not only blocked the attack of the Saint Realm expert but also shook him into continuous retreat.
"Eight Feet Mirror? How do you have the Eight Feet Mirror?"
The seventh-level Saint Realm expert looked at Ye Luo with disbelief. He’d been down in the shrine of the Island Country and naturally didn’t know how the divine artifact of the Island Country had fallen into this fellow’s hands.
Boom!
Ye Luo didn’t bother to exchange words with the opponent. He burst forth, wielding the Lingyun Sword and fiercely slashing it towards the expert.
The strength of the six extraordinary ridians erupted in an instant, like a terrifying typhoon. At that mont, Ye Luo’s montum surpassed even that of a first-level Saint Realm expert.
With the added power of the Lingyun Sword, the force unleashed was so great that even the Saint Realm expert’s face showed shock as he rushed to circulate his True Qi to defend.
As a roaring sound spread, both figures stumbled backward, Ye Luo trembling slightly with a trickle of fresh blood at the corner of his mouth.
The opponent likewise stumbled several steps back. Already injured from the previous explosion, he was now further struck by Ye Luo’s attack, which ignited his internal injuries, causing him to spout a mouthful of blood.
Just as Ye Luo was preparing for another attack, he suddenly felt a dreadful force locking onto him. Instantly, his entire body uncontrollably tensed up, a sense of extre danger washing over him, causing his complexion to drastically change.
"Not good, Master. It’s Spiritual Sense. A Spirit Sea Realm expert has appeared," Xiao Ba quickly spoke up, a sense of urgency in his voice.
Ye Luo was equally shocked inside. A Spirit Sea Realm expert had appeared, and this was turning out to be quite bad.
The thought had barely ford when two figures appeared on the scene, none other than the black-robed elder and Miyamoto Takeshi.
"Elder, how did you co to be here?"
The expert of the seventh layer of Saint Realm looked at the elder in the black robe with a startled expression and hurriedly exclaid, clearly a master from the Island Country’s Imperial Family.
"You may stand down," said the black-robed elder in a soft voice, and the strong man nodded before retreating to the side.
"Boy, I really underestimated your audacity, to even dare to destroy a shrine of my Island Country. You are truly asking for death," Miyamoto Takeshi glared at Ye Luo and coldly barked, his eyes filled with a fierce light.
"Give a chance, and I’ll dare to blow up even the Imperial Palace of your Island Country!"
Ye Luo spoke with overwhelming assertiveness, clearly without any scruples.
"How audacious!"
At that mont, the black-robed elder’s eyes narrowed, and he uttered two words.
Ye Luo suddenly felt an invisible strength pressing down on him, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood and fall to the ground, unable to circulate any strength in his body, and feeling as if his brain and soul were about to shatter, an agony beyond endurance.
"Master!"
Xiao Ba spoke anxiously as the Eight Feet Mirror surged with power into Ye Luo’s body, considerably reducing the pain of his soul.
"What is happening?" Ye Luo couldn’t help but ask inwardly.
"Master, this is the Soul Pressure of a Spirit Sea Realm expert. With your current strength, you simply cannot withstand it."
"Soul Pressure..." Ye Luo murmured as he looked at his adversary.
"Master, the opponent is very strong, and you are no match for him. There is only one way left to save you," Xiao Ba spoke up.
"What way?" Ye Luo couldn’t help but ask.
"Let Xiao Ba burn all of the Instrunt Soul’s strength, to unleash all of the Eight Feet Mirror’s power, to fend off that Spirit Sea Realm expert, and then, Master, you take the chance to escape."
Ye Luo imdiately shook his head, "That way you’ll cease to exist, I won’t do it. And even if I sacrifice you to escape this crisis, should the Island Country’s Imperial Family send another Spirit Sea Realm expert, or even a Hua Yuan Realm expert next ti, I am done for anyway."
"But..." Xiao Ba appeared to want to say sothing else, but Ye Luo said, "I still have another path to choose."
"Boy, hand over the Eight Feet Mirror and that Blood Pearl!"
The black-robed elder spoke with a profound tone, an imnse pressure enveloping Ye Luo, causing his body to be severely oppressed, and his internal organs started bleeding under this pressure.
In the face of an absolute difference in strength, even Ye Luo’s Nine Yang Physique proved useless.
"Dream on if you want the Eight Feet Mirror!"
Ye Luo said disdainfully.
The black-robed elder’s expression darkened, his hand sweeping through the void as a terrifying force exploded forth and struck Ye Luo.
Instantly, Ye Luo spewed out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward, but at that mont he used all of his strength in a burst, and surprisingly, he jumped directly into the sea.
Watching Ye Luo dive into the sea, the faces of the black-robed elder and Miyamoto Takeshi both changed, as they reached the dockside, looking out at the raging sea with sowhat unsightly expressions.
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