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Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations "Back then, the Great Calamity shattered the stars and the mighty died. Now, the Eternal Tomb is about to open. Let's fight it together. "
An ancient voice rang out from Xuan Gu's mouth, reverberating through the frozen space. A terrifying aura seemed to have transcended time and space, causing the expressions of many Saint Realm experts present to change.
In the void, the ancestors of Legalism, Dragons, School of Vertical and Horizontal, School of Famous, and other Saints looked around. Their eyes swept over Jialou Batian, Moon Saint, Xuan Gu, the Phoenix Clan, Confucianism, and Mohism. Their faces were gloomy and ugly.
Whoosh …
The four figures didn't hesitate much and retreated from the void.
The huge Demon Eagle blotted out the sky and the giant serpent also disappeared quietly in the sky. Their power slowly receded.
The vast auras in the distance also disappeared into the horizon.
"They left quickly!"
Jialou Batian shook his hands and stood with his hands behind his back. He seemed to be disappointed that the Saints of Legalism and other Saints had left.
"Amitabha, the Eternal Tomb is reminiscing with you."
A Buddhist voice came out, and a figure wrapped in golden light left.
"I didn't expect that old monk to still be alive."
The old lady, Jialou Mola, looked at the leaving figure. There was a flicker in her eyes.
"If it hadn't been for the accident, you would only be above that old monk," Xuan Gu said softly, sensing the look in the old lady's eyes.
"Back then, it was all …"
Jialou Batian looked at the old lady beside him. There was a look of regret on his face. There was a hint of gentleness in his overbearing temperament.
"No need to say more. We have no choice."
The old lady smiled at Jialou Batian, interrupting him.
"There will be a chance in the Eternal Tomb."
Jialou Batian said. His eyes were resolute and golden light flashed like lightning.
Xuan Gu glanced at Jialou Batian and the old lady, Jialou Mola, and said, "Don't be so lovey-dovey at your age. The Eternal Tomb is about to open. Let the little ones heal first."
Hearing that, Jialou Batian rolled his eyes at Xuan Gu. Then he said to Du Shaofu, "Kid, can you take it?"
"I can take it. I won't die."
On Du Shaofu's deathly pale face, the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile. After consuming a large amount of precious medicine, and under the effect of the Immortal Xuan Body, his injuries were already slowly healing. However, these injuries were too severe. The injuries left behind by a Saint Realm expert were not easy to heal.
"Well done, as expected of my grandson, Jialou Batian."
Jialou Batian laughed. His huge palm slapped Du Shaofu's shoulder, almost causing the extremely weak Du Shaofu to fall from the sky.
"Are you shameless? This brat is clearly a human. He has nothing to do with you!" Xuan Gu's leisurely eyes rolled at Jialou Batian as he spoke bluntly.
"He cultivates the cultivation technique of the Great Golden-Winged Roc Clan. The bones and blood in his body belong to the Great Golden-Winged Roc Clan. How can it have nothing to do with me? You are just jealous." Jialou Batian didn't care about Xuan Gu's words. No matter what, he had already set his mind on this grandson. No one could take him away.
"Haha, greetings, Saints!"
There were a total of four experts who had arrived.
One of them was an old woman dressed like a peasant woman. Her hair was white, and she wore plain clothes with flowery shoes. Her appearance couldn't be more ordinary. However, on her aged face, her eyes were as deep as the sea.
One of them was a Taoist in his fifties. His Taoist robe seemed to be old, revealing a simple and unadorned taste. His hair was combed into a high bun, and his face was ruddy, as if he always had a smile on his face.
One of them was a middle-aged Confucian scholar. His clothes were elegant, and his temperament was extraordinary.
The last one was an old man in a loose robe. His figure was small and thin, but the space around him was faintly distorted.
These four people had restrained their auras. The light dissipated, but they still gave off an incomparably powerful feeling.
Du Shaofu sized up these four people. His mind had just swept out when it disappeared without a trace, like a stone thrown into the sea.
"Too strong. The difference between a Saint Realm expert and a half-step Saint Realm expert is like heaven and earth!"
Du Shaofu was startled. These four people were too powerful. It was simply impossible to spy on them.
In an instant, the four people's eyes fell on Du Shaofu. They carefully sized him up, and their expressions changed. Then, they didn't let go of Du Xiaoyao and Little Xingxing. They secretly wiped the fluctuations on their bodies.
"You're the little Demon King? You really live up to your reputation!" The old man in a loose robe stared at Du Shaofu. He carefully sized him up, and his eyes were shining.
"The new generation excels the old. It's really extraordinary!"
The old woman dressed like a peasant woman, the fifty Daoists, and the middle-aged Confucian scholar were all looking at Du Shaofu, their eyes rippling with emotions.
They had already learned what had just happened from the sound transmission of their disciples. Nine half-step Saints had been killed by these three little guys. The Demon King, Du Shaofu, had killed four of them alone. The self-detonation of the last Sage-to-be couldn't do anything to these three abnormal guys.
How heaven-defying was this? How could they not be shocked?
"I'm sorry for my rudeness. Greetings to the four seniors!"
Du Shaofu saluted. Although his primordial spirit spying was unintentional, it was absolutely impolite. If these four Saint Realm experts had deliberately made things difficult for him, it would have been enough to make his primordial spirit look bad.
Du Shaofu could also guess their identities from the concealed auras of these four Saint Realm experts. They were the Saint Realm experts of the School of Agriculture, the School of Taoism, the School of Confucianism, and the School of Mohism.
"No need to be so polite."
The four Saint Realm experts looked at Du Shaofu and smiled. They didn't act arrogantly.
This young man had the Golden-winged Roc Clan behind him. The existence of Xuan Gu and the others was enough for them to value him.
More importantly, they knew that the Demon King, Du Shaofu, would break through to the Saint Realm soon if he continued like this. Moreover, there was a group of abnormal young people following him. They didn't dare to underestimate him. They couldn't ignore him!
"Little Xingxing, how are your injuries?"
From the direction of the Phoenix Clan, a blazing aura instantly appeared beside Little Xingxing. Then, an old man walked out. His brocade clothes were fluctuating with flame runes. The patterns on his long sleeves were like the wings of a phoenix. He had an extraordinary temperament and was filled with a supreme aura.
"It's a bit heavy. Do you have any panacea? Give me some to heal my injuries!"
Looking at the old man who had suddenly appeared, Little Xingxing seemed to know him. He didn't show any courtesy at all.
"This …"
Hearing Little Xingxing's words, the old man was speechless. The bitter smile froze on his face. Then, he couldn't help but squeeze out a helpless smile. He waved his hand and took out a pill from his Cosmos Bag. A monstrous light fluctuated from his palm. A rich medicinal fragrance immediately spread out, causing the void to change color faintly.
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