Puff! Puff!
Puff! Puff! Puff!
His body was shaking uncontrollably.
With just one move, Wang Chen was defeated.
Great divine power?
So what if it was a great divine power?
In front of absolute power, even if Wang Chen used his great divine power, it was still useless.
In the face of the Sacred Lord, Wang Chen was completely crushed!
In an instant, a feeling of despair completely enveloped Wang Chen.
"Hmph! You can't even withstand a single blow! "
Looking at Wang Chen's current state, the Saint Sovereign's lips curled into a cold smile.
As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at the heavily injured Wang Chen and walked over.
"Now, you can die!"
Narrowing his eyes, the Saint Sovereign's eyes flashed with excitement.
Kill Wang Chen? No! Of course, it was not because of killing Wang Chen that he was so excited.
At his level, killing Wang Chen was not enough to excite him.
In the outside world, no matter how strong Wang Chen was rumored to be, no matter how heaven-defying Wang Chen was, so what?
In the Saint Sovereign's eyes, Wang Chen was just an ant.
Was Mount Sainte worried about Wang Chen?
Perhaps, those fellows were really worried that Wang Chen would become a threat.
However, the Saint Sovereign had never been so worried.
Everything was going according to his plan.
He had even secretly helped Mount Sainte to let Wang Chen off for the time being.
Otherwise, how could Wang Chen be where he was today?
Otherwise, how could Wang Chen reach his current height?
With Mount Sainte's strength, without the Saint Sovereign's permission, Wang Chen would have been killed many times over.
Everything was under the Saint Sovereign's control.
He had been waiting for this day.
No one knew how many years the Saint Sovereign had been working on this plan!
Perhaps, this was the Holy Lord's plan from the day the temple was created. He had been waiting for this day.
Now, he began to draw in the net.
The harvest season was just like that.
"Die!"
Thinking of this, the Sacred Lord's eyes flashed with an extremely cold glint as he shouted loudly.
Boom …
With this cold snort, the entire world seemed to explode.
Sacred Leader blasted a palm at Wang Chen.
This time, it resonated with the entire divine hall.
This time, the powerful pressure was like a mountain, suppressing Wang Chen within it, causing Wang Chen to spit out another mouthful of blood.
With a wave of his hand, he controlled the Heavenly Dao.
With a wave of his hand, he could control heaven and earth.
This was the strength that the Holy Lord had displayed.
This was even more powerful than Wang Chen's so-called Heaven Shaking Seven Steps.
The Great Path of Gravity became even more majestic.
Being suppressed, Wang Chen couldn't help but have a look of despair in his eyes.
"No …"
As death approached, Wang Chen roared.
His eyes were bloodshot.
Wang Chen wanted to resist, but at this moment, how could Wang Chen, who had been completely locked and confined, have the strength to resist?
Like a lone boat drifting in the vast sea, all Wang Chen could do was to wait for the raging wind and the stormy waves to come.
That kind of unwillingness made Wang Chen's face contort.
Death?
This word appeared in Wang Chen's mind.
This time, he was really close to death.
It was even more thorough than when he was suppressed by the Third Young Master.
At least, facing the Third Young Master's suppression, Wang Chen had never felt so hopeless.
At least, for many years, no one had given Wang Chen such pressure, not even giving Wang Chen the slightest chance.
This was the Holy Lord!
Time slowed down, and Wang Chen seemed to see the trajectory of that palm.
It was as if Wang Chen saw the scene where his head would be separated from his body.
It was as if Wang Chen had seen a bloodthirsty sneer at the corner of Sacred Lord's mouth.
Death approached step by step, and Wang Chen could only endure it passively!
The whole world was silent at this moment!
Boom …
The boom was like a thunderclap, suffocating everyone.
"Hahaha … True God? From today onwards, the True God is no more! "
Seeing that his attack was about to land on Wang Chen's body, the smile on the Sacred Leader's face grew even wider.
Rumble …
However, just as Wang Chen was about to be sentenced to death, and just as the Holy Lord was about to kill Wang Chen, another boom was heard.
Boom …
Boom …
Boom …
Amidst the series of explosions, the entire Sacred Hall shook.
Wow …
The entire space seemed to be distorted.
"What's going on?"
Wang Chen, who was in despair, was the first to regain his senses.
"Someone's coming!"
His eyes lit up. Wang Chen, who was in despair, saw a glimmer of hope.
That's right!
This was not done by the Holy Lord.
At the very least, Wang Chen saw the astonishment in the Holy Lord's eyes. It seemed like he was surprised too.
This could only mean that there was an external force involved!
Who was it? Flaming Moon? Yen Seung-yueh? Or Big Brother?
Wang Chen was not sure.
He was touched and excited.
No matter what, it seemed like he was not at the end of the road?
Thinking about this, the desire to live exploded. Wang Chen did not know where the energy came from, but with a push of his feet, he slid backward while sticking to the ground.
He tore apart the shackles of the Gravitational Dao and tore apart the suppression of the Heavenly Dao. Wang Chen avoided the area where the airwaves were the most violent.
"Boom …"
Just as Wang Chen forcibly rushed backward, an even more terrifying roar burst out.
In the next moment, a figure seemed to have charged into this layer of space.
That figure turned into a shadow and headed straight for the Holy Lord.
"Bastard!"
Seeing this scene, the Holy Lord's expression changed drastically.
"How could it be … It tore my space. This is … the suppression of the Heavenly Dao. Damn it, it actually triggered the suppression of the Heavenly Dao! "
As if he had encountered something terrifying, the Holy Lord's expression instantly turned pale.
He did not even care about Wang Chen who had escaped.
The Holy Lord's face was gloomy as he stared at the figure that was rushing over.
"Scram!"
Taking a deep breath, the Holy Lord shouted when the figure arrived in front of the Holy Lord.
Bang bang bang …
Both his hands suddenly blasted out.
In an instant, the seemingly substantial airwaves turned into waves of tsunamis that swept forward.
The roars were endless.
Light shot up to the sky.
The airwaves raged.
The entire temple shook violently as it was sucked into the endless storm.
Rumble …
Beams of extreme light rushed into the boundless sky!
Pfft …
The Holy Lord spat out a mouthful of blood and the entire world stopped. The figure that had arrived in front of the Holy Lord retreated more than ten steps!
"Hahaha … It seems like I'm not too late!"
Despite the blood flowing from the corner of the figure's mouth, the figure looked at the miserable Wang Chen in the distance and laughed.
"Kid, are you alright?"
Then, he looked at Wang Chen and asked.
"Hmm?"
Hearing the inquiry, Wang Chen raised his eyebrows as he looked at the figure that had suddenly appeared. A hint of surprise flashed across his face.
In Wang Chen's imagination, the only people who would appear to save him in times of crisis were Wang Yan, Flaming Moon, Yen Seung-yueh, or even Yoo Shin-yan.
That was because in this place, Wang Chen only had these few friends.
Other than them, the rest of the people could be said to be Wang Chen's enemies.
That was because the people who could come here were the people from Mount Sainte. Was there a need to think too much about the relationship between Wang Chen and Mount Sainte?
The people from Mount Sainte would probably be eager for Wang Chen to die, right?
Even the people from Dragon Slaying Pavilion would only hope that Wang Chen would die as soon as possible.
As for the rest of the people?
Even if the rest of the people did not have a direct grudge against Wang Chen, they would probably be happy to see him die, right?
Because he was very clear about this, Wang Chen subconsciously thought that Wang Yan, Yen Seung-yueh, Flaming Moon, or Yoo Shin-yan had appeared.
There was relief and worry.
He was relieved that at least there were people who had killed their way into the temple. He was worried that these people would be of any use against the Holy Leader.
However, the person who had appeared in front of Wang Chen seemed to be beyond his control and even made his jaw drop.
It was not the few figures that Wang Chen had imagined.
At this moment, the person who had appeared and helped Wang Chen at the most crucial moment was actually an old man.
He had white hair, a ruddy complexion, and a stocky build. Although he did not look young, he gave off the vibe of a lively dragon and a lively tiger.
What a powerful Qi and blood energy, and such a powerful aura.
Who exactly was this?
"Thank you, Senior!"
Despite having many doubts in his heart, Wang Chen immediately spoke to the figure in a deep voice.
Naturally, he had to thank him for saving his life.
However, who was he?
There was a sense of familiarity.
That aura …
"Could it be …"
As if he had thought of something, Wang Chen's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Haha … It seems like you are still alright! I am not too late. Go first and leave this place to me! This temple is a trap. However, it is not a trap either! Hehe … In the deepest part of the temple, there is a space that was left behind by a True God. It is a place that even he cannot interfere with. You will be safe once you enter that place. The Holy Scripture is inside! "
Before Wang Chen could exclaim in surprise, the newcomer burst into laughter as he looked at Wang Chen. Then, he hurriedly said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man shifted his gaze to the Holy Lord. He glared at the Holy Lord with a cold glint in his eyes.
"Go? Wang Chen, you can't do it today! "
The Holy Leader's face darkened when he heard the old man's words.
The Holy Leader looked at Wang Chen and the old man and sneered. "Since you are here, do you think you still have a chance to leave this place today? Wishful thinking! As for you, Zhan Xingjun, you have surprised me. Haha … Good! Very good! The Zhan Family is indeed great! "
The Holy Leader was so angry that he started laughing.
Murderous intent swirled in the Holy Leader's eyes as he looked at the old man called Zhan Xingjun. It was an incomparably intense killing intent.
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