Luo Zheng still raised his hand, maintaining his previous posture.
The remaining six Saint Race cultivators all stared at Luo Zheng in amazement …
The Saint Race was like a hot knife through butter in the Great Evolution Universe. The human race didn't dare to confront them head-on, and the few times they did encounter them they were defeated. Moreover, this team of theirs had killed a human World Lord before!
In this seven-person team, three of them were proficient in Soul Type attacks, which were the "Yuan Spirit Heart Demons" they had released before. The other three used the "Holy Demon Shackles" to completely bind their opponents, while the last person, who was the leader of this team, used the "Saint Qi Single Slash" to kill his opponent.
In the Saint Race's teams, there were generally seven people in a team, but when the seven of them worked together, their combat strength far surpassed those of the same realm.
This series of methods was used against masters, but if they were facing cultivators of the same realm or a large number of low level cultivators, the seven of them would naturally use a different set of tactics!
The "Elemental Spirit Heart Devil" released by the three of them together was not easy to resist. This was not a pure soul attack, but a soul attack that was mixed with some kind of emotion. It could suppress the opponent's soul and also shake the opponent's mind.
Even if a World Lord's soul was powerful and their mind was stable, their mind would still go blank for a short period of time and they would be unable to resist.
If it were the Luo Zheng from before he entered the Forbidden Land of God Refinement, he would likely be greatly affected.
Just like when he cultivated the Yi God Sword and comprehended the Emotion Severing Divine Dao, Luo Zheng was unable to withstand the massive amount of Infernal Qi and his entire being would become violent and bloodthirsty …
But the Yuan He Clan's Heart Refining Pagoda was no trivial matter. Luo Zheng's heart of martial arts seemed to be plated with a layer of iron, so how could he be so easily affected?
So when Luo Zheng reacted and counterattacked, he easily killed one of the Saint Race cultivators!
The several Saint Race cultivators were still in a daze, obviously unable to react to the fact that their teammate had been killed.
Luo Zheng still had a faint smile on his face. In the eyes of others, this smile was very warm, as if he were a polite gentleman, but in the eyes of these Saint Race cultivators, Luo Zheng's image was as terrifying as a demon! That smile was filled with malice.
It had been a long time since the Sacred Race felt this fear. They had never faced a race that could surpass them …
Seeing Luo Zheng float towards one of the saint race martial artists, the six people present suddenly realized that this fellow was an existence they couldn't afford to provoke.
"Retreat!"
"Disperse! This person's strength cannot be underestimated! "
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh …"
Before they could react, Luo Zheng's originally slow movements had completely changed. His figure flashed slightly, and one of the warriors didn't even have time to turn around before Luo Zheng's hand gently brushed past him.
His finger brushed against the top of the man's head, and a small imprint appeared on the top of his head. The top of his head also caved in.
The Saint Race martial artist's eyes widened as he unwillingly fell down. He crashed into the ground and was quickly covered by a rain of blood...
Luo Zheng didn't stop at all.
There were many times when he would hesitate. In the words of a gentleman, where it was possible to forgive someone, one should forgive them. But this didn't mean that Luo Zheng was a coward.
Those that weren't part of his race were bound to have different hearts. Thus, when facing a race that wasn't part of his race, Luo Zheng didn't feel the slightest bit of pity …
The speed at which these saint martial artists fled wasn't slow at all. Moreover, their teamwork was extremely tight. The remaining five people all fled in different directions. Like this, as long as Luo Zheng chased down one of them, the other four would be able to open up a considerable distance between them and Luo Zheng!
However, after Luo Zheng became a World Lord, his speed had increased by leaps and bounds!
His eyes locked onto a yellow-clothed martial artist and he chased after him.
The yellow-clothed saint race martial artist felt a strong wind blowing behind him and a bitter expression bloomed on his face. There were clearly four other people here, so why was this fellow chasing after him?
But he didn't have time to think about this anymore.
As a Divine Transformation realm martial artist, if he were to face Luo Zheng alone, he had no chance of victory at all …
The truth was that according to the saint race's strategy, when they encountered a powerhouse that was trying to escape, everyone had to scatter. At the very least, the enemy couldn't kill everyone and the majority would be able to escape.
But the saint race martial artist that was being chased suddenly changed his mind. He didn't choose to draw Luo Zheng away, but instead turned around and began to fight back!
Running away meant death, so he might as well fight with everything he had.
This was the nature of many life forms. Even a rabbit would turn around and bite if it was forced into a corner …
"Exploding Essence Art!"
"Hua!"
True essence poured out from the saint race martial artist's body, instantly exploding around him.
This was an arcane skill that burned true essence.
As his true essence violently combusted, it rapidly expanded, turning into spikes that spread out from his body. This saint martial artist suddenly turned into a hedgehog. All of the spikes shot out from his body, making it seem as if countless spears had appeared on his body.
If the martial artist chasing after him didn't react in time, they would be riddled with holes by these spikes.
Luo Zheng's reaction was naturally incomparably fast. He had more than enough time to dodge these spikes, but he didn't need to dodge at all!
He welcomed these spikes head-on. By relying on his mortal body, he smashed apart these spikes formed from burning true essence …
Ka ka ka ka …
With the sound of breaking spikes, Luo Zheng was only a foot away from the saint race martial artist. Then, Luo Zheng's right hand flashed out like a ghost, gently brushing the back of the saint race martial artist's head as if he were brushing off dust from his body.
With this brush, Luo Zheng didn't bother looking at the saint race martial artist a second time. He turned into an arc in the air, continuing to chase after the next saint race martial artist.
The saint race martial artist that was gently brushed by Luo Zheng's finger suddenly shook. He stood in the air for a single breath of time, then like a leaf without a foundation, he drifted downwards …
"Third …"
Turning around, Luo Zheng threw himself at the fourth saint race martial artist.
As the target that Luo Zheng had locked onto saw this not too far away, it was like an earthquake had struck his heart, tumbling around in his chest. As he saw Luo Zheng's eyes lock onto him and their gazes meet, he was immediately frightened out of his wits. He lowered his head and hurriedly flew away.
Although Luo Zheng had spent two or three breaths of time chasing after the third saint martial artist, his figure gently floated through the air. In the blink of an eye, he crossed dozens of miles and arrived in front of the fourth saint race martial artist.
Besides the Yuanhe Clan, Luo Zheng had also gone to Annihilation Valley, eagerly absorbing Saint Jiu's comprehensions of the Laws.
After becoming a World Lord, one could use greater teleportation techniques.
However, at this stage, Luo Zheng's greater teleportation techniques were unable to instantly cross several great worlds like an Empyrean. Even so, moving hundreds or thousands of miles with a single step wasn't difficult for him. Moreover, these Divine Transformation realm martial artists were able to flee hundreds of miles in a short period of time. This was already an extremely good speed!
"You, you … who are you? How can a human World Lord be so strong!? "The saint race martial artist realized that resistance was futile and asked.
"You don't need to know the reason." Luo Zheng faintly smiled. His ghostly figure flashed past the martial artist once more. With a flick of his finger, a blazing white light bloomed beneath his feet and he vanished from where he stood. He began to chase after the fifth saint race martial artist …
Then the sixth, the seventh …
As for the final saint race martial artist, Luo Zheng didn't kill him.
This person was the saint race martial artist that had been looking down on Luo Zheng from atop the black warship. As the captain of this squad, he was the strongest. When the other six team members trapped the other powerhouses, the strongest attack would also be used by him!
Because it took Luo Zheng some time to kill the first six people, he had covered a distance of 200 miles in this short period of time.
As he ran, he had nearly squeezed out all of his strength to the limit.
Compared to the other saint race martial artists, he was the smartest. As soon as he realized that he couldn't defeat Luo Zheng, he didn't turn around, nor did he have any distracting thoughts in his mind. At this moment, the only thought in his mind was to escape!
This saint race martial artist wasn't too sure if his teammates were dead or alive.
But at least he was safe!
"Escaping from death, huff huff …"
Just as this thought of rejoicing appeared in his mind, he heard a voice that scared him out of his wits.
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