"Jensen. I never thought he'd actually return, and he's even brought three emissaries with him." The patriarch of the Dal tribe could not help but become stern when he saw the four emissaries hover in the air. The appearance of the emissaries gave him a lot of pressure.
"What dogshit emissaries are you? How dare you act so recklessly before the great Nubis? Are you tired of living?" Nubis showed no fear at all. He shot into the sky with a tremendous presence, hovering a hundred meters in the air with Jianchen as they faced off against Jensen and the others.
Jensen stared at Jianchen and Nubis coldly. He growled, "Was it the two of you who injured the two protector elders and patriarch of my Menghuang tribe?"
"So what if we were? Kid, do you want to avenge them? However, you probably don't have that ability with your current strength." Nubis crossed his arms as he stared at Jensen with a sneer. His voice was filled with disdain.
Jensen was a once-in-a-millennium cultivation prodigy of the sea realm. He had been spoiled by all the seniors of the Menghuang tribe since he was young, and he had even been chosen as an emissary after he grew up. He had even taken a hall elder as his master. His status was something that few people could match even in the Serpent God Hall. He was a supreme figure, and even some regular 15th Star Poseidon warriors would have to treat him with respect. How could he endure Nubis's disdainful tone with his status? It immediately angered him, and heavy killing intent filled his heart.
"It doesn't matter which clan you're from. I will definitely kill you today and make you understand the consequences of offending me. The dignity of an emissary of the Serpent God Hall is not to be sullied." A trident appeared in Jensen's hand, and he stabbed it at Nubis.
Immediately, the surrounding water element rapidly condensed toward the trident. In the end, it condensed into a huge trident that stabbed at Nubis with a tremendous presence.
Nubis's figure flashed, turning into an afterimage as he flew into the distance, saying, "There are too many people here. I don't want to hurt the innocent. If you want to fight, come with me."
Jensen's trident struck Nubis' projection, causing the space there to shake violently. A powerful shockwave shot into the distance, obliterating a mountain over ten kilometers away.
Jensen took back his trident and immediately chased after Nubis. The other three Temple Emissaries also followed closely behind.
With a flash, Jianchen followed behind Nubis. However, at this moment, the space behind him began to tremble violently. A silver-white spear as thick as an arm stabbed towards him from behind with lightning speed.
The old chief of the Meng Desolate Tribe made his move as well. He silently launched a sneak attack on Jianchen.
A cold light flashed through Jianchen's eyes. Chaotic Force filled his body in a single moment, pushing the power of the Chaotic Body to its limits.
The silver-white spear stabbed into Jianchen's back with tremendous energy. A faint, golden light immediately flickered on Jianchen's body. In that crucial moment, the Golden Silk Armor he wore blocked the attack.
However, the old chief of the Meng Desolate Tribe was at the Eighth Heavenly Layer of Saint Ruler. His attack was not something the Golden Silk Armor could block. The defense of the Golden Silk Armor collapsed, but the spear did not slow down at all. It viciously stabbed into Jianchen's back.
However, what happened next made the four experts widen their eyes. Disbelief filled their faces. The old chief's powerful attack did not pierce through Jianchen's body like they had imagined. Instead, it came to a halt when it came in contact with Jianchen's body, unable to advance any further. It was as if the spear had not struck a person, but extremely tough steel.
"H- how is this possible?"
"His body is so tough. Is he a member of the Turtle clan?"
…
The four experts of the Meng Desolate Tribe all cried out. Not only was their opponent powerful, but his body was abnormally tough as well. This had completely exceeded their expectations, causing them to feel the pressure increase for a moment. This was because it was very difficult for them to pose a threat to such a tough opponent with their strength.
"People of the Meng Desolate Tribe, don't blame me since you've taken the initiative to attack." Jianchen's face was cold. He pulled out the Dragon-slaying sword from his Space Ring and charged toward the four experts. He began to fight them in the air.
Three of the four experts of the Meng Desolate Tribe were below the Fifth Heavenly Layer of Saint Ruler. Only the old chief was at the Eighth Heavenly Layer. Jianchen's second layer of the Chaotic Body could block attacks from Seventh Heavenly Layer Saint Rulers. Coupled with the defense of the Golden Silk Armor, it would not be easy for Eighth Heavenly Layer Saint Rulers to injure him.
On the other side, Nubis and Jansen fought a hundred kilometers away. Jansen was an emissary of the divine hall, so his battle prowess was much greater than regular Saint Rulers. However, he was only at the Eighth Heavenly Layer, so he was not Nubis's opponent at all. As soon as they clashed, Jansen was suppressed by Nubis.
"You want to judge the great Nubis with your strength? You're dreaming," Nubis said coldly. Nubis laughed aloud. He really did not like Jansen's haughty attitude, so he did not show him any respect at all.
Nubis's hand was surrounded by surging Saint Force. He grabbed Jansen's trident with his left hand and slapped Jansen with his right.
Jansen wanted to dodge, but the surrounding space suddenly froze, firmly trapping him there. Even though it was only for a split second, it was enough for Jansen to lose the time to dodge or block.
Slap!
A loud slap rang out. Jensen had taken the full brunt of Nubis' slap. The slap was very powerful, directly causing Jensen's handsome face to swell up. A few of his teeth were broken as well.
Yassen became stunned after receiving the slap, as if he was unable to accept this result. He had always been protected and cared for by his seniors since he was young. Even when he entered the Serpent God Hall, he was nurtured as a genius. Many emissaries even treated him extremely politely, not daring to offend him at all. As a result, Jansen gradually developed a sense of pride. Now that Nubis had slapped Jansen across the face, he was completely stunned. He had never been humiliated like this before.
The three emissaries became stunned when they saw Jansen receive the slap. Disbelief filled their eyes. Jansen was an emissary of the Serpent God Hall and the disciple of a hall elder. He possessed a great status, yet someone had actually slapped him across the face without giving any face to the Serpent God Hall. The three of them found this unbelievable.
This was because even the Holy Emperor of the peak clans would not dare to treat an emissary like this in the territory of the Serpent God Hall. An emissary was equivalent to the representative of the Serpent God Hall. Slapping an emissary was equivalent to slapping the Serpent God Hall in disguise.
Jansen returned to his senses very soon. He immediately became furious when he sensed the burning pain on his face. Anger surged into his head, almost making him lose his mind.
"Argh! I want to kill you! I want to kill you!" Jansen roared out crazily. His eyes had already become bloodshot. As a prodigy, he was unable to endure such humiliation. He immediately swung his trident at Nubis like a madman.
Nubis blocked Jansen's attack calmly and sneered, "You want to kill me, the great Nubis, with just your strength? Dream on." With that, Nubis directly threw a punch at Jansen's chest, sending him flying while vomiting blood. His chest had caved in and a few of his ribs had been broken.
Jansen stabilized himself very soon. He pulled out a healing pill from his Space Ring and swallowed it before roaring at the three other emissaries, "All of you, attack together! The dignity of an emissary of the divine hall will not be sullied by anyone!"
The three other emissaries hesitated when they heard that. In the end, they all drew their weapons and began fighting Nubis. The three of them were not weak. Two of them were at the Eighth Heavenly Layer while the burly, cold-faced emissary had already reached the Ninth Heavenly Layer, the same level as Nubis.
Jianchen and the four experts of the Meng Huang tribe engaged in an intense battle a few kilometers away from the Dal tribe. The intense battle attracted the attention of all the clansmen of the Dal tribe. They all paid close attention to the battle. It was very rare for the weaker clansmen to witness such a high-level battle. Just watching it would benefit them greatly.
Three of the four experts from the Meng Huang tribe had yet to recover from their injuries. Only the old patriarch retained his full battle prowess. Even though they possessed an advantage in numbers, they were still not Jianchen's opponent. As soon as the battle began, they began to lose the upper hand. They were suppressed by Jianchen.
"Ding!"
Jianchen wielded the Ruler Armament, the Dragon-slaying sword. He possessed the battle prowess of a Ninth Heavenly Layer Saint Ruler. He knocked away the spear in the old patriarch's hand with a single strike before his arm suddenly trembled. He stabbed out three times in a single instance. Each strike was unbelievably fast, as if it could tear through space and break through the limits of distance. Before the three experts of the Meng Huang tribe could react, the swords had mercilessly pierced through their chests, passing through their bodies.
Bright red blood gushed from their bodies. When the Dragon-slaying sword passed through their bodies, a tiny sliver of Chaotic Force remained within them, wildly destroying all their life force.
Argh!
The three experts of the Meng Desolate tribe all cried out miserably. The Chaotic Force rampaged through their bodies, bringing them unbearable pain. They immediately lost their ability to fight and fell to the ground. They immediately sat down and gathered all the energy in their bodies to eliminate the strand of Chaotic Force within them.
The sliver of Chaotic Force was very small, but its power was unquestionable. They had not reached the Fifth Heavenly Layer of Saint Rulers, so they could only barely suppress the Chaotic Force that was wreaking havoc in their bodies with their full strength. It was impossible for them to get rid of it in a short amount of time.
An ear-piercing sound rang out from behind. The old patriarch swung the silver spear in his hand, creating an airtight blur that enveloped Jianchen. The sharp tip of the spear stabbed toward Jianchen's vitals with powerful pulses of energy.
Jianchen sneered disdainfully. His sword was famed for its speed. Without a doubt, the old patriarch of the Meng Huang tribe was seeking death by trying to compete in speed with him.
This was because once one's speed reached a certain level, the body and arms would be subjected to a relatively large amount of pressure. Without a powerful body, it was impossible to increase one's speed. Jianchen's powerful body was fated to be the king of speed.
Jianchen's right arm suddenly trembled. The Dragon-slaying sword stabbed out with unbelievable speed under the control of his arm. In just a short moment, he stabbed out over a thousand times. The blurs of the sword overlapped, blotting out the sky and completely enveloping the space before him.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The sword and spear shadows, which had almost turned into afterimages, constantly collided in midair, producing a series of dense clanging sounds. The sounds had completely merged into one. Every time they collided, a strong force would erupt, shaking the surrounding space and causing it to constantly tremble. The ground below was even more affected by the aftershock of the force, and began to crack, forming a spiderweb like crack.
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