Duan Muyang boasted that he was the reincarnation of a certain clan in the Divine Realm. He looked extremely arrogant and had communicated with the Divine Realm in a flash.
The wisp of divine light between his eyebrows was the bridge.
In just a moment, before the crowd could react, Duan Muyang's temperament had undergone an earth-shattering change. It was as if he had become a different person.
A mighty pressure descended from the sky. All the ancient clan cultivators present felt their knees go numb, and they couldn't help but want to kneel on the ground.
Only Feng Hao, the Immortal Sect expert Bai Ling, and the three Tribulation Transcendence cultivators remained unfazed under this pressure.
"Wind Emperor, Duan Muyang is the vessel of the Divine Realm's Saint. If we don't act now and the Saint descends, I'm afraid this building will be destroyed …"
Some ancient clan cultivators said anxiously. Their foreheads were dripping with cold sweat. The invisible pressure had shattered the tempered glass doors and windows on this floor.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind rushed in, and everyone felt uncomfortable.
Feng Hao looked at Duan Muyang, who was bathed in divine light not far away. The corners of his mouth curled up, and he chuckled. "Didn't you say that Duan Muyang is the reincarnation of the Saint? I also want to see which Saint he is … "
Feng Hao then unleashed his Black Tortoise Domain, enveloping everyone within it. In an instant, the pressure disappeared, and even the wind seemed to have stopped.
The ancient race cultivators felt the pressure disappear. The way they looked at Fenghao changed once again. Without making a sound, he had broken through the pressure. In this world, who could compete with him?
Duan Muyang's body floated up as if he was ascending to immortality. His body was bathed in divine light, and his body and appearance began to change.
However, Feng Hao looked at Duan Muyang as if he was looking at a clown. Unless the physical body of a Divine Master from the Divine Realm descended, he really didn't care about these so-called Saints.
Even the Heaven Realm's Angel Changlu Xihua had been killed by him in the universe. Even if Duan Muyang had turned into a Saint, he would only be a clown.
However, these ancient race cultivators were somewhat worried. After all, they cultivated the incomplete cultivation techniques of the God Realm, so they were very clear about how powerful the experts of the God Realm were.
They were worried that Feng Hao would be directly suppressed.
However, what happened next left them dumbfounded, and they heaved a sigh of relief.
"It's been three minutes. Is the Saint here yet?"
Feng Hao's figure shot out like lightning and directly rushed into the Divine Light where Duan Muyang was. The next moment, Duan Muyang's body was kicked out of the Divine Light and bounced several times on the ground like a ball.
Then, the divine radiance disappeared.
Meanwhile, Feng Hao's body appeared in the same place again. If he hadn't disappeared for a moment, it would seem as if he hadn't moved at all.
"What a powerful being. No wonder you're so arrogant … I heard that the Holy Son of the Thousand Feather God Tribe was sealed by a cultivator from Earth. That person must be you, right?"
A voice filled with indifference came from Duan Muyang's mouth in the distance.
Then, everyone's eyes fell on Duan Muyang. In an instant, cracks seemed to appear on the surface of Duan Muyang's body, and dazzling golden light burst out from his body.
Swoosh!
There was the sound of a balloon bursting, and then the cultivators saw a youth that bore some resemblance to Duan Muyang. His entire body was bathed in golden light, and he floated three feet above the ground. His golden eyes were fixed on Feng Hao, and his lips curled into a chilling smile.
"You're quite well-informed. Has the God Lord of the Thousand Feather God Tribe never thought of coming down to find me?"
Feng Hao faintly chuckled. This God Race Holy Son, both visually and psychologically impactful, was just an existence with the strength of an Immortal Sect.
Feng Hao truly didn't understand where Duan Muyang's confidence came from.
"God Lord Thousand Feather is about to arrive, and the spacetime teleportation array of the God Realm is almost complete …."
The Holy Son arrogantly said, "When the time comes, the God Realm's supreme expert will descend on Earth, and all those bathed in divine light will obtain eternal life and great strength …."
The Holy Son's words were clearly meant for the ancient race cultivators to hear.
Many ancient race cultivators were indeed tempted, but when they thought of how powerful Feng Hao was, coupled with the fact that they had already pledged their loyalty several times, they didn't dare to act rashly.
If this God Race Holy Son died, they wouldn't have to consider it anymore. They could just pledge their lives to Feng Hao.
But now, with their rich experience, how could they immediately betray him?
The Holy Son looked disdainfully at the world. His golden eyes swept across the crowd, and there was an almost imperceptible ripple in his emotions.
He discovered that no one was moved.
Could it be that this bunch of lowly ants didn't even pursue eternal life and great strength?
Feng Hao raised his head and looked at the Holy Son. His figure had also escaped the influence of gravity, and he floated in the air. He sneered. "Let's go. I'll take you to see the scenery."
"Oh?"
The Holy Son clearly didn't understand what Feng Hao meant. He frowned. "What scenery?"
"You'll know when you get there!"
With that, Feng Hao directly grabbed the Holy Son's neck and disappeared on the spot.
Bang!
And in the starry sky above the Nine Heavens, a deep voice suddenly rang out. Everyone looked up and was greatly shocked.
Feng Hao had actually appeared in the Nine Heavens with the God World Holy Son. Needless to say, the scenery Feng Hao was talking about was the starry sky outside of Earth.
The Holy Son who had descended on Duan Muyang's body was most likely going to meet a terrible end.
The hands of the Immortal Sect expert beside Long Xueqing were trembling non-stop. He suddenly realized that the Immortal Sect was no longer of much use.
This Feng Hao was simply their nemesis.
Could it be that the Immortal World also had to pledge loyalty to him in order to survive?
At the same time, in the starry sky outside the Nine Heavens, Feng Hao directly brought the Holy Son here.
The starry sky was undoubtedly a good place to kill and plunder.
Everything happened too suddenly. Before the Holy Son could react to the meaning of Feng Hao's words, he was directly brought to the starry sky.
"Damn it!"
The Holy Son flew into a rage. His face was flushed red. A cultivator from the mortal world was actually this powerful. This was too frightening.
Fortunately, he was the God Race Holy Son and had an undying body. Otherwise, his physical body would have long exploded.
"Where will the God World's space-time transfer gate appear?" Feng Hao stared at the Holy Son with a faint smile.
This guy, who looked somewhat similar to Duan Muyang, was still glowing with golden light even at this stage. Could it be that his divine power was already so dense?
"You want to know? That depends on whether you have the strength … "
The Holy Son sneered. He directly opened his palm, and in an instant, a long spear suddenly shot out from the deep hole in the universe.
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