How powerful would the Twilight of the Gods be with thirty-threefold combat ability?
Jiang He punched out, and the stars over ten thousand miles were instantly reduced to nothingness.
Even the stars several light years away were affected, either exploding or crashing.
The special boundary of twilight erupted once more, and it was dozens of times more violent than before.
"How is this possible?"
Lord Swelling Sky was stunned.
Jiang He had actually broken free of the dimensional bind with brute force?
Most importantly, that punch actually caused his senses to become extremely sluggish and sluggish. On a certain level, it was similar to Time Retardation.
He wanted to dodge, but it was too late.
He was too close to Jiang He!
He did not expect that Jiang He could escape the dimensional bind …
Pow!
First, the god tower was sent flying with a single punch. Lord Swelling Sky could only dodge in time, but his right arm and shoulder were directly broken by Jiang He's punch, and he was sent flying high into the air.
"A mere Saint, so this is all you amount to!"
Jiang He laughed out loud, his laughter shaking heaven and earth. "Today, I, Jiang He, shall fight a Saint with the body of a Demi-Saint!"
Though he was not a Saint, his aura was even more frightening than Lord Swelling Sky's in this very moment!
"Dimensional Freeze!"
Hierarch Swelling Sky used the Dao of Space and Time. This was a technique that only a Sage could grasp. It was a combination of the Dao of Space and the Dao of Practice.
And yet …
It was useless.
Jiang He's physique shuddered, and a surge of qi shattered the frozen dimensions.
"Damn it!"
Lord Swelling Sky's face was ashen as he invoked a divine sword.
The world changed color once the divine sword was unleashed. Jiang He felt his consciousness affected, and the dimensions around him quaked uncontrollably.
Jiang He glanced at the divine sword before turning to leave.
Lord Swelling Sky gave chase, only to realize that Jiang He was too fast since he was not restrained by his Dimensional Dao. He could not catch up at all, and so he eventually gave up.
Beside himself with rage, he vented his rage, his violent aura shattering countless stars.
A hundred light years away.
The Grandmaster of Heaven and the Primeval Lord of Heaven were standing before the cloud mirror, watching everything unfold within. They traded glances in utter shock.
"Saint combat ability!"
The Grandmaster of Heaven muttered. "And his combat ability is stronger than an average Saint's. Even if he could not control time, he could break Dimensional Dao with brute force … how did he do it?"
A cold snort came from the void.
It was obvious that the progenitor of the God Race, who had been watching the battle from the shadows, was furious.
Even with his soul treasure, Tian Lan could not stop Jiang He …
…
In another starry sky, Old Lord Taishang smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, the tea is getting cold."
The Fiend Race's progenitor's expression was ugly. He picked up the cold tea and drained it in one gulp. Without saying a word, he turned around and left.
Old Lord Taishang stood up and looked into the distance, his eyes filled with gratification.
Jiang He's name would definitely reverberate across worlds after today's battle. His influence was now established, and unless the patriarchs of the God race, Demon race, or other peak Demi-Saints personally attacked, the average Saint would never be able to kill Jiang He!
…
"That was close!"
In outer space, Jiang He kept casting teleportation to hurry on his way, crossing hundreds of light years in no time at all.
His face was full of lingering fear.
A sense of weakness came from his body.
This was a side effect of the Secret Art of All.
"This Nine Secrets is a scam …"
Jiang He was a little speechless. He did not include any side effects or time limit when he created the cultivation manual.
Was it because the "Secret Character of All" was too powerful, so the farm corrected itself when planting the skill manual?
It made sense when he thought about it …
If the Secret Character of All was so powerful, how bad would it be if there were no restrictions?
It was only when Jiang He could no longer feel the dangerous presence that he dragged his exhausted body and stopped in outer space.
He opened his farm and let out Dumbo. Then, he entered the farm and controlled the farm to turn into a grain of sand that landed on Dumbo's body, instructing, "Return to Biyou Palace."
…
Inside the farm.
Jiang He was lying on the rattan chair beneath the Old Tea Tree of Enlightenment, drinking three bowls of immortal soup brewed with various expensive immortal herbs before he felt some strength returning.
"Saints are really too dangerous!"
Jiang He sighed.
Lord Swelling Sky was one of the bottom-feeders amongst Saints, but even so, Jiang He was having a hard time fighting him.
If he didn't use the Secret Word of All, he would be completely suppressed.
Even if he did use Secret Character of All, he would only have the ability to fight a Saint head-on. It was almost impossible for him to kill a Saint.
"Sages control the power of time. If I don't use the Secret Art of All, there's no way I can resist the power of time. Furthermore, the Secret Art of All's thirty-three times increase in battle prowess only increases my magic power and cultivation.
"Moreover, Secret Character of All has a side effect. I would be weakened for an hour after using it, and it would last for two hours … I would definitely lose if I really run into a powerful foe and engage in a protracted battle!"
Jiang He closed his eyes, and it was as if the divine sword flash was right before his eyes.
"Is that divine sword flash the mystic treasure of the Patriarch of the Gods? It's terrifying … even if I use Secret Character of All, I wouldn't stand a chance against it! "
Jiang He had always been a person who was good at summarizing.
Throughout his path of cultivation, he would always calm down after each major battle to find out where he was lacking, as well as the possibility of a stronger foe appearing later on.
And yet, today …
Jiang He could not find where he was lacking.
"I'm a full-fledged Demi-Saint of the fourteenth-tier of martial arts … my cultivation has reached the limit of what I can do at the moment."
"The Scripture of the Chaos Thundersword, the Secret Art of the Chaos Thundersword … the Fist of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and the Esoteric Nine are all martial arts I created myself. In terms of grade, my cultivation methods are stronger than most Demi-Saints'."
"Moreover, I'm already peerless beneath Saints, and I could even fight Saints if I use Secret Character of All …"
"The only thing I lack is mystic treasures …"
How could the Grand Mage of Xuandu fight a Saint head-on?
He was certainly powerful, but his greatest reliance was Taishang Laojun's Taiji Circle, the Yellow Pagoda, and the Flags of Five Elements when he fought a Saint head-on.
All in all …
"That is why mystic treasures are what I lack now."
"The only innate paragon treasure I used before was the Yuan Killer Sword, and now I've obtained the Infinite Pain Sword."
"I've collected all seven pieces of the God-Killing Spear, and planting it is just a matter of time … even so, the God-Killing Spear is a paragon treasure for killing as well. I don't need mystic treasures to fight Demi-Saints now, but paragon treasures for killing would not be of much help against Saints."
"What a shame … paragon treasures like the Taiji Circle that could seal dimensions and nullify the Temporal Dao of Saints are rare …"
"Why don't I create another cultivation method of the Time Dao?"
Jiang He thought as he inwardly planned his future path of cultivation.
Soon …
His feeble aura was returning.
Jiang He was brimming with energy once more.
He flew out of his farm and stuffed Dumbo inside while he hurried on his way, instructing, "Plant the Golden Immortal corpses and the many medicinal pellets and mystic treasures he plundered from the Suras."
"That patriarch of the Gods is really a piece of sh * t!"
"He actually lent his lifebound paragon treasure to Lord Swelling Sky. He's really determined to kill me …"
Jiang He's face was ashen!
That was too much!
"That damned patriarch of the Gods! I won't be able to take this lying down if I don't get my revenge!"
"I'll level up my farm and create a cultivation method when I get back …"
…
Meanwhile.
Near Sura.
The Grandmaster of Heaven and the Primeval Lord of Heaven were chatting merrily as they returned to Primeval Continent.
Lord Swelling Sky, on the other hand, only calmed down after venting his rage and helplessness.
That was when the divine sword in his hand suddenly quivered.
On the Divine Sword, a faint murderous intent spread out.
"Patriarch, I accept my punishment."
Lord Swelling Sky promptly apologized, but the divine sword shook and streaked through the air.
Lord Swelling Sky did a double take before coming to a realization …
That killing intent was not directed at him?
Then …
The patriarch …
Killing intent stirred?
Lord Swelling Sky's face fell!
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