Chapter 4455
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Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Leng Fan's aura was much weaker than the Towering Abyss Pavilion's Pavilion Master.
However, Ning Qi's aura was only that of an ordinary Divine Lord, not a Divine Lord. A Divine Lord should be able to capture him easily.
Therefore, Third Young Master Leng ordered Leng Fan to capture Leng Fan alive while the other Divine Lords watched from the sidelines.
They were curious.
Third Young Master Leng did not tell them why he came to Towering Abyss Pavilion, but the conversation between Third Young Master Leng and Elder Yu made them understand.
The Leng Clan was able to stand proudly in the Archean Divinity World for so many years because of their divination skills. Usually, they would calculate their future enemies and eliminate them while they were still weak.
As a result, the Leng Clan's life was smooth sailing.
They were curious why Third Young Master Leng had to deal with such a Divine Lord personally.
After all, the Leng Clan had eliminated an enemy several decades ago. That enemy's cultivation had reached the Seventh Order Venerable God Realm, but Third Young Master Leng had not appeared. He had only sent an Eighth Order Venerable God.
"Come here."
Leng Fan laughed and reached out to grab Ning Qi.
Ning Qi retaliated with a palm strike.
An aura ten thousand times stronger than his peers surged out and drowned Leng Fan, a Rank One Divine Lord.
Leng Fan was like an ordinary person who was melted by the heat of the sun.
In an instant, he turned into a pile of bones and fell to the ground.
Ning Qi took the opportunity to escape further.
Everyone was stunned.
"Leng Fan is dead?"
"I think so."
"He was killed by a Divine Lord?"
"He was killed in one move. This Divine Lord's strength is probably comparable to a Rank Two Divine Lord."
"Even a Rank Two Divine Lord can't kill Leng Fan in one move …"
The Leng Clan's experts looked at each other.
"No wonder Third Young Master Leng made a trip here. This guy can kill a Rank One Divine Lord as a Divine Lord. If he is allowed to grow in the future, he will be …"
Many people had a look of realization in their eyes.
"Why aren't you chasing after him?"
Third Young Master Leng's voice snapped everyone out of their daze. They immediately led a group of cultivators to chase after Leng Fan.
On the battleship, Elder Yu frowned slightly. Third Young Master Leng glanced at him and said, "Elder Yu, have you ever seen a Saint Sovereign kill a Saint God?"
"Never seen him before."
Elder Yu thought about it carefully, then shook his head slightly, "No wonder he divined that this child would be a great enemy of the Leng Clan in the future. With such means and aptitude, if he were to grow up, it would indeed be very difficult to deal with him."
At this point, Elder Yu's voice suddenly paused.
He pondered for a moment before he said with a strange expression, "Third Young Master, although this old man has never seen a Holy Lord kill a God, I heard that the person who is fighting a Void God to the death has killed a God with a Holy Lord cultivation. Moreover, it was not an ordinary God …"
"You mean the Grim Reaper?"
Leng Fan was stunned for a moment, and a trace of panic finally flashed across his calm face. This was an automatic reaction when he heard the name of that person.
The Grim Reaper, the Supreme God of the Primordial Era who rose extremely quickly, had some conflicts with the Leng Clan in the past. At that time, the Leng Clan was already a top clan in the Archean Divine Realm, but they were riddled with holes by the Grim Reaper's bare hands. In the end, one of the Leng Clan's ancestors knelt down and begged for mercy to become his subordinate.
At that time, the Leng Clan was almost in a desperate situation, and the calamity of the clan was already on its head. That was why he was so fearful of that person.
In the future, the Leng Clan would rely on the Dao of Divination to eliminate future enemies one by one. They did not want to face such an awkward situation again.
"Could this person be related to that person?"
Third Young Master Leng could no longer remain calm.
Elder Yu immediately said, "Don't panic, this is just a small Holy Lord. It's impossible for him to be related to that person. Even if he is, we will find him today and kill him directly, then seal his mouth and prevent this matter from spreading."
"We will personally supervise the battle."
Third Young Master Leng immediately said.
Countless warships followed the order and chased after the group of Primordial Gods.
Ning Qi's speed was already very fast, but the Primordial Gods behind him were even faster. They were closing the distance between the two parties at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Kid, don't run anymore. You can't escape from our hands."
"Come, come, come, let's talk about life. I want to know how you killed Leng Fan."
The Primordial Gods at the front of the group laughed as they chased.
Their auras were much stronger than Leng Fan, and even stronger than the Tower Master of Lingyuan Pavilion.
In about five breaths, they would completely catch up with Ning Qi.
Although they were joking on the surface, they were a little surprised.
Ning Qi's speed was too fast.
It was not like the speed of a Holy Lord at all.
It was not an exaggeration to say that this speed was that of a Primordial God!
Ning Qi madly burned his energy, trying to get as far away as possible. Not only was he not afraid of the Primordial Gods chasing after him, but he was also a little relieved.
The further they were from Lingyuan Pavilion, the better. As long as he could delay them for a few days, Ning Haotian could be resurrected.
About a few breaths later.
Ning Qi finally came to a stop. Around him were a dozen Primordial Gods. Some of the Primordial Gods that were on the same level as Leng Fan were standing at the back. Clearly, they didn't want to end up like Leng Fan.
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