NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1427: Long Time No See!
Three Saint Kings confront each other in mid-air.
An epic battle between Saint Kings is about to erupt.
A Saint King Realm expert is akin to a small self-contained world, possessing the origin power of the heavens and earth. With a single thought or movement, they can unleash incredibly terrifying energy storms.
Three colossal forces collide in the void.
Creating terrifying waves.
Fierce winds rage.
Thunder roars.
In the area centered around the three, the whole world is plunged into a terrifying dark storm, with the void trembling. Crackling energy collisions tear open menacing fissures in the void.
"Charge!"
The First Peak Master suddenly lets out a low roar.
"Kill!"
The Second Peak Master surrounded by radiant glimmers, dives out with a blazing sun above his head.
His figure flickers unpredictably in the void.
Every appearance signifies a change in position.
His speed is unbelievably fast.
"Paltry tricks!"
Shang Duxing's complexion is stern, as the Iron Drawing Silver Hook in his hand strikes out horizontally, surging energy bursting forth from his body. Two silvery moon-like radiances sweep out instantly, intersecting and moving in a cross.
Buzz!
This cross radiance lands precisely where the Second Peak Master flashes.
It looked as though the Second Peak Master was about to be hit by this strike.
The First Peak Master's figure suddenly appears, and the golden silhouette of the Ancient Heavenly God emerges, a gigantic hand eclipsing the sky like an enormous golden shield, sheltering the Second Peak Master within: "Careful!"
Bang!
The silver arc attack strikes hard against the golden hand.
Two distinct energies collide.
A terrifying energy storm ensues.
This storm energy spreads out.
Wherever it goes...
Mountains collapse, sun and moon vanish.
Flattening a hundred-mile radius!
Silver light dissipates, the golden hand trembles, full of cracks, on the verge of exploding.
Gasp!
The First Peak Master gasped, having anticipated Shang Duxing's cultivation advancement, but not his terrifying leap in combat power. That was merely a casual strike, yet it nearly shattered his Martial Dao Fasxiang.
Iron Drawing Silver Hook in hand, Shang Duxing laughed heartily: "You better let your Heavenly Tao Pavilion Pavilion Master show himself for a battle! You two are no match for me!"
"You think you can challenge our Pavilion Master?"
"Handling you, the two of us are more than enough!"
The First and Second Peak Masters exchange glances, nodding simultaneously, both seeing the determination in each other's eyes.
Boom!
The First Peak Master charges out first.
Surrounded by the silhouette of the Ancient Heavenly God, the massive golden body enveloping him.
Every movement.
As if an Ancient Heavenly God has returned to earth, wielding world-destroying power.
"Clear Sky Thunderbolt!"
The First Peak Master strikes with a palm.
Countless origin powers gather in the void, forming a majestic mountain, descending like a Divine Weapon. Before this mountain, Shang Duxing's body appears tiny as dust.
Yet, like mere dust, Shang Duxing remains fearless before the massive assault.
Iron Drawing Silver Hook in hand, he charges into the sky.
Buzz!
Silver radiance gathers.
Forcing the towering peak to shatter and explode.
Dust rolls across the sky, boulders falling from the heavens.
Boom!
As the dust from the collapse disperses, the First Peak Master doesn't find Shang Duxing: "What's going on? Where is he?"
His divine sense sweeps the area.
But fails to find a trace of Shang Duxing.
Ah!
A sudden scream catches the First Peak Master's attention, his expression changes drastically as he turns around. Shang Duxing, unnoticed, appears behind the Second Peak Master, Iron Drawing Silver Hook striking down.
Pang!
Poof!
Two sharp strikes stab into the Second Peak Master's shoulders.
Piercing through his shoulders.
Blood gushes out.
Shang Duxing swings his arms, lifting the Second Peak Master high, slashing his shoulders open. As blood floods over, Shang Duxing rushes forward, Iron Drawing Silver Hook converged, aiming to slash the Second Peak's back.
If this attack hits, even if the Second Peak Master doesn't die, he will fall seriously injured.
"It's over!"
The Second Peak Master wears a face of despair.
The First Peak Master's eyes blaze blood-red, having known the Second Peak Master for millennia, their bond akin to brothers. Watching helplessly as the Second Peak Master is about to fall, he roars in grief and anger: "No..."
Shang Duxing's expression is fierce: "Xiao Yi killed my Supreme Sect Saint King expert, and also slew my son Shang Wen in Yuanjiang City. Today I will first slay a Saint King of your Heavenly Tao Pavilion to recover some interest!"
In the moment between life and death.
The First Peak Master tries his best to come to aid.
But he's too far, unable to arrive in time.
The Second Peak Master closes his eyes in despair.
Facing Shang Duxing's terrifying strike, the breath of death completely envelops him, almost seeing the gates of hell open, the chains of death sweeping towards him.
Yet at the critical moment between life and death.
A silver glimmer suddenly appears on the Second Peak Master's body, immediately forming a silver energy shield surrounding him.
Almost simultaneously.
Iron Drawing Silver Hook strikes against the Second Peak Master's body.
It is firmly blocked by the silver light.
Unable to advance an inch further!
Gasp!
Shang Duxing's face twitches, the silver shield flows like mercury, but at an exponentially faster speed. With a swoosh, it travels up the Iron Drawing Silver Hook against the current, instantly reaching the hilt.
About to cling to Shang Duxing's hand.
He quickly releases his grip, rapidly retreating.
At the same time.
The silver glimmer envelops the Iron Drawing Silver Hook, descending with a swoosh, exploding with a loud bang.
Even the Saint King's weapon.
In the terrifying momentum of the explosion, it trembles, not shattered but causing its spirit to be heavily damaged, with glaring cracks appearing on the surface of the Iron Drawing Silver Hook.
The powerful aura of the Saint King's weapon dissipates by at least forty percent.
Gasp!
Shang Duxing gasped, his eye twitching rapidly, secretly grateful he let go in time, or the terrifying explosion could have destroyed his hands.
Amazed.
Shang Duxing sweeps his gaze towards the direction of the Heavenly Tao Pavilion's Flying Boats.
A white-clothed figure stands in the void with hands behind.
Who else but Xiao Yi?
"It's you?"
Shang Duxing's eye twitches fiercely, fists clenched, emitting a loud sound, his venomous gaze locked on Xiao Yi.
He will never forget the man before him.
Whether in the realm passage, defiantly causing an explosion, leaving him severely injured.
Or now, swiftly advancing to become a Saint King expert.
Slaying numerous experts of the Supreme Sect.
Devastating Yuanjiang City.
Killing his only son...
New enmity and old hatred.
He will never forget!
Xiao Yi floats in the void, meeting his gaze, a slight smile on his lips, calmly speaking: "Long time no see, how have you been lately?"