Chapter 1327
Words:1670Update:22/10/07 10:28:13
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Chapter 1324: Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation
The Most Powerful
Under Qin Yichen's gaze, an unfamiliar face covered in scars appeared in his line of sight. The scars looked rather white and tender. It was obvious that the black-robed man had destroyed his own face in order to prevent his identity from being exposed!
As the black-robed woman's veil fell, the entire world fell into a deathly silence.
Intense shock crept onto the faces of countless people. They looked at the eye-piercing blood at the corner of the black-robed man's mouth and were incomparably shocked.
No one would have thought that a junior who had just broken through to the Saint Realm through some unknown means would be able to blast away the Saint Aura of a high-level Saint Realm powerhouse and even injure the black-robed man!
The sneers on the faces of the powerhouses who thought that Qin Yichen was asking for trouble froze completely.
Those who were able to stand here were more or less people with discerning eyes. They knew very well how powerful the attack was to be able to shatter the Saint aura of a high-level Saint.
"Little bastard, you actually injured me!"
The face of the black-robed man, whose face was covered in scars, was dark and gloomy. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth as fury surged in his eyes.
A dignified Saint Stage expert was actually injured by a junior that he regarded as an ant. If news of this spread, he would probably become the laughing stock of the Myriad Races Continent. He would never be able to raise his head again.
This kind of humiliation … could only be washed away with the life of this junior!
"Buzz …"
At this moment, the entire area seemed to have turned dusky. The True Yuan that permeated the area also suddenly became extremely chaotic. Countless True Yuan frantically gathered at the location of the black robed person at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.
This sudden turn of events caused the expressions of countless experts to harden. The anger of a high level Saint level expert was not something that anyone could endure.
At this moment, Qin Yichen was standing three hundred meters away from the black-robed man. The Saint Force around him had turned golden again. Furthermore, the Saint Force looked extremely illusory, as if it would completely dissipate with a gust of wind.
He had successfully stimulated the power of his bloodline with that strike, allowing him to fuse with his flesh.
The perfect combination of physical and Spiritual Aether had injured the black-robed man. However, the consumption of that punch was too terrifying. At the very least, it would be difficult for him to condense such a terrifying attack again in a short period of time.
"Buzz …"
Compared to Qin Yichen's dispirited aura, the Saint-grade powerhouse's aura was undoubtedly at the peak of his fury.
Under this powerful aura, the sky seemed to be unable to withstand it. Numerous pitch-black spatial cracks quietly spread out.
"It seems that he still hasn't mastered his bloodline power."
In the distance, Feng Qianxue sighed in his heart and prepared to stop them.
"Eh?"
Just as she was about to move, her gaze suddenly looked towards the sky above the black-robed man. At the same time, Feng Rou seemed to have sensed something as well, and her beautiful eyes looked in that direction.
A huge spatial crack suddenly appeared above the black-robed man, as if it had been forcefully torn open by someone's hand.
An old figure slowly walked out from the spatial crack.
"Buzz …"
Following the appearance of that figure, the berserk True Yuan in the sky suddenly calmed down.
"Who is it?!"
The black-robed man cried out in surprise. He abruptly looked above him. Soon after, his pupils shrank and his body trembled violently. He was actually stunned on the spot.
"That is …?"
This sudden change was detected by everyone. Immediately, numerous gazes were filled with shock as they looked towards the figure that had suddenly appeared in the sky.
"It's Sovereign Mo Sheng!"
When they saw the face of the figure clearly, countless exclamations of disbelief rang out.
The faces of the Martial Saints suddenly turned pale.
Mo Sheng was Qin Yichen's master!
And these Martial Saints, relying on their numbers, had hunted Qin Yichen in the Myriad Tribes Battlefield for more than half a year!
Mo Sheng's figure seemed a little illusory. Clearly, it was not his actual body. However, even if it was just an avatar or a thought, it was enough to easily crush countless Martial Saints.
Looking at the slightly illusory figure, a deep sense of despair surged onto the faces of countless Martial Saints.
Even the black-robed man, who was at the high level Saint level, had a look of intense fear on his scarred face.
Sovereign Mo Sheng was the symbol of invincibility in the Myriad Tribes Continent. Even if it was just an illusory figure, it was enough to make countless Martial Saints unable to resist!
"Eh?"
When he saw the figure, Qin Yichen's eyes were filled with shock. Clearly, he did not expect Mo Sheng to descend into the Myriad Tribes Battlefield at this time!
"Humph, it's just a thought. If Brother Yichen had not absorbed the Ancestral Blood Essence, none of you would have dared to enter this place."
Feng Qianxue snorted coldly in his heart. There was no fear in his eyes when he looked at the figure that seemed to be the ruler of the world.
"Eh, a Sovereign Mo Sheng who is nearing the end of his life …"
Feng Rou, who was beside him, could not help but exclaim softly.
"That is Brother Qin's master … Sovereign Mo Sheng!"
Hearing Feng Rou's voice, Qingluan explained.
"Oh? Such an old fart is qualified to be the master of someone from the Emperor Clan? "
A look of surprise flashed across Feng Rou's eyes as she said with a faint smile.
"Shh, lower your voice. Don't offend him. He is a Sovereign Mo Sheng!"
Qingluan's expression changed as he quickly stopped Feng Rou in a low voice.
After Mo Sheng's figure appeared, his gaze stopped on Qin Yichen. As for the thousands of Martial Saints and the black-robed man who was an Advanced Martial Saint, he did not even look at them.
"Master."
Under Mo Sheng's gaze, Qin Yichen bowed slightly and greeted him.
Mo Sheng did not reply to Qin Yichen's greeting. His gaze was fixed on the latter and there was a look of unconcealable excitement in his eyes.
"My good disciple, you have finally broken through to the Martial Saint level …"
It was a long while later before a long sigh that sounded like the heavens and the earth slowly sounded in the sky.
This voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone. As the voice fell, the True Origin Energy in the world suddenly condensed, and the space was suddenly filled with a kind of austere Qi.
"This old fellow!"
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