? Chapter 916: Slapping
That was awesome.
After the destructive storm, the Flowing Light Space regained its peace! It was still pitch-black, as if nothing had happened at all. <
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"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"
The White-robed Saint Envoy's eyes were filled with panic and disbelief. He had lost all will to fight.
He could not imagine how this Martial Honorable Realm old man managed to do it. Could it be that the weapon in his hand was really the legendary Divine Weapon?
This seemed to be the only explanation. Otherwise, how could he withstand the power of the Imperial Weapon?
"Hehe!"
Huang Tianyun acted as if nothing had happened. He smacked his lips. "Tsk tsk, this slap feels so good. Speaking of which, why do you white-robed people need to be slapped so much?"
His words made the White-robed Saint Envoy's mouth twitch. In his heart, he had already regarded this guy as a demon.
It was too frightening. That slap had completely destroyed his confidence. He had never thought that there could be such a powerful person.
"Who exactly did I offend!"
Looking at Feng Hao and Feng Zhentian, he could not help but wail in his heart. At the same time, he hated the Alliance Leader to the core.
This guy couldn't pick a weaker opponent.
He felt that making an enemy of this young man was the Alliance of Light's biggest mistake. He could almost see the Alliance of Light being destroyed by this worn-out shoe.
"Ah!!!"
With a loud roar, he spat out a mouthful of essence blood onto the pure white divine statue. It was immediately absorbed by the divine statue. After a short while, the divine statue erupted with a dazzling radiance and turned into a shooting star as it attempted to fly away.
"Trying to leave?"
Huang Tianyun's mouth curled into a disdainful smile. He raised his shoe and a terrifying force chased after the divine statue.
"Bang!"
The sound of metal colliding resounded. The divine statue was sent flying. One could see that on the divine statue, there were black cracks. In the end, it escaped into the air.
"Ah, so it really is a fake Imperial Weapon!"
Huang Tianyun did not stop him. With a soft snort, he curled his lips and continued to slowly walk towards the white-robed Saint Envoy.
Monarch Armaments were supreme Saint Artifacts or even Divine Artifacts refined by Martial Monarchs with their own essence blood. If one's bloodline was different, it would be impossible for them to recognize and use them.
Just like the Feng Clan's God Slaughtering Sword, if one was not from the emperor's bloodline, they would not be able to use it at all. Even picking it up would be difficult, let alone activating the emperor's power inside.
Inside the divine temple on the Holy Mountain of Light.
"Puchi!"
The figure shrouded in white light suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood. The scarlet color was somewhat demonic.
"Rip!"
After a while, the space was torn open, and a cracked statue of a god floated in front of him.
"What's going on?!"
A weak trembling voice rang out from within the white light. With a wave of his hand, the divine statue flew back to his hand. Looking at the cracks on the statue, his eyes were filled with astonishment. The white light surged and swept across the cracks. Immediately, his eyes trembled.
"There's actually such an expert in a place like the Sky Martial Continent!"
His surprised voice was filled with disbelief as he blurted out. "Could it be that he's an expert hidden in the Medical Saint Sacred Land?!"
The Lord of the Void Martial Technique had made a name for himself in the Primordial World. Although he only displayed non-elemental Martial Essence, his power was not something that Ultimate Force could compare to.
No one knew why it was like this, and they could not understand it either.
"Looks like the Sky Martial Plan is going to fail …"
With a flip of his hand, he kept the divine statue into his body. His brows slightly furrowed. His eyes were bright as he looked at the distant horizon, as if he could see everything.
"Pass down my order. Stop the Sky Martial Plan!"
He knew very well that the reason why this person did not shatter the divine statue was actually to tell him not to provoke him. With such an expert, no matter how many people were sent down, it would undoubtedly be sending them to their deaths.
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"Hiss …"
Feng Zhentian sucked in a long breath of cold air again, his body trembling in excitement.
The strong enemy of the Feng Clan was actually dealt with by Huang Tianyun so easily.
"Spare his life!"
Just as Huang Tianyun raised his shoe and was about to slam it down, Feng Hao slowly opened his mouth. His words were filled with indifference.
"Oh!"
Huang Tianyun was slightly taken aback, but he immediately chuckled. "Don't worry, Master. He won't die!"
As he spoke, the shoe in his hand still slammed down mercilessly. Instantly, the white-robed Saint Envoy knew what it felt like to have his meridians broken.
"No!!!"
The instant the Martial Essence vortex in his body split open, he let out a miserable howl. Tears flowed down his face, and his eyes were filled with despair.
In this world where the strong ruled, without strength, it was better to die than to live.
"Please, kill me!"
He closed his eyes and pleaded with a trembling voice.
"Hehe, is there something wrong with your ears? My Master said to spare your life. So, you must live now!"
Huang Tianyun chuckled. Like an eagle grabbing a chick, he grabbed the white-clothed Saint Emissary by the collar and walked towards Fenghao. Along the way, the white-clothed Saint Emissary discovered that he did not even have the strength to lift a finger, let alone commit suicide. His heart was filled with shock.
He didn't understand where this person came from. He was just too terrifying.
Most importantly, why did he call the little demon of the Feng Clan master?
This was the thing that he could not understand the most.
"Master, I've brought him here. Hehe!"
Huang Tianyun casually threw him in front of Feng Hao, as if he had done something insignificant. However, the smugness in his eyes could not be concealed.
This was a credit.
"You really want to die, don't you!"
Feng Hao ignored him and looked at the white-robed Saint Envoy indifferently. His eyes did not reveal any emotions.
"Kill me!"
The white-robed Saint Envoy opened his eyes and said weakly. There was a pleading tone in his voice.
Right now, there was no way he could survive. Even if Feng Hao let him go, the Temple of Light would definitely not let him go.
He could not help but tremble when he thought about the extreme punishments that the Temple of Light had to endure.
At this moment, death was a form of release for him.
"No problem!"
Feng Hao agreed immediately. "However, you must tell me where the headquarters of the Alliance of Light is!"
The white-robed Saint Envoy closed his eyes. It was obvious that he wanted to die.
"You are not willing to tell me!"
Feng Hao's lips curled into a playful smile as he squinted his eyes. "If you are not willing to tell me, it means that you are extremely loyal to the Temple of Light. In that case, I will not kill you … Say, if I send you back to the Sacred Mountain of Light, will they receive you warmly?" <
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