Published: December 30, 2024
“Haotian's Scythe!”
Someone exclaimed, their expression changing drastically. It was known that this person was also a dominant figure, and yet they were visibly shaken.
“I never expected that Feileng would directly unleash Haotian's Scythe.”
“It is rumored that Haotian's Scythe is a top secret technique of Hengyang Mansion, a Saint Master's secret method. Feileng has already mastered half of its essence, and when unleashed, it can destroy the heavens and the earth. I heard that back when Feileng was at the Half-Step Dominant level, he had used Haotian's Scythe to slay a Dominant master. Now that he is a Dominant himself, its power will surely be even greater.”
“Who could have imagined that the Holy Son of Shenzhao would provoke Feileng? This is a battle for honor!”
Some Dominants sighed, while others were gloating over the situation.
Although everyone belonged to the Human Race, there was a direct competitive relationship among them. Now with the conflict between Guangyue Tian and Wenhan Tian, others naturally hoped for a fierce battle, ideally one that would result in both sides suffering.
Feileng charged out once more, yet before he could reach his target, the enormous scythe behind him had already swung down. Though it was merely a shadow, it emitted a metallic cold light, appearing almost substantial.
“Ridiculous!”
The Holy Son of Shenzhao clenched his right fist and threw a punch at the sky.
Bang! It sounded like thunder from the clear sky, and then the space around them rippled, layers upon layers spreading in all directions.
Haotian's Scythe was immediately affected, its momentum halted, and soon it showed signs of damage, fragments scattered, ultimately transforming into countless shards that were carried away by the wind.
Gasp! Seeing the power of this punch, everyone drew in a sharp breath, even the top-tier prodigies showed expressions of shock.
Such a terrifying strike from Feileng was casually shattered by a single punch; the strength of the Holy Son of Shenzhao was truly unfathomable.
Bang! The Holy Son of Shenzhao's punch shattered Feileng's Haotian's Scythe, the force surged again and struck Feileng's chest.
Puff! This time, Feileng's chest caved in, and he spat out blood wildly, even fragments of Dao spewed from his mouth. He fell heavily to the ground, writhing in pain, utterly miserable and pitiful.
His essence was damaged from this blow.
Everyone felt that Feileng's Dominant aura became unstable; clearly, his essence was injured. For a prodigy, this was undoubtedly a catastrophic blow. If he could not repair his essence in time, he would suffer serious injuries, his cultivation could stagnate for countless years, or worse, he could fall in realm and become a cripple.
“Seek death again, I won't mind turning you into a corpse.”
The Holy Son of Shenzhao coldly glanced at Feileng and directly walked to the core of the mountain peak.
This time, no one stopped or spoke nonsense; they were all unparalleled prodigies, not a single fool among them. They naturally understood the terror of the Holy Son of Shenzhao.
Feileng, a dignified Dominant and the third-ranked figure of Guangyue Tian, was unexpectedly heavily injured by this person.
Such strength was shocking.
In an instant, everyone inhaled sharply, and the prodigies from Guangyue Tian looked at the Holy Son of Shenzhao with a unified expression of animosity, feeling that he had humiliated the entire Guangyue Tian.
Yet despite their hate, none of them dared to step forward and challenge the Holy Son of Shenzhao.
Feileng was a cautionary tale.
“Where is Lord Shao Jikang?”
“And Fairy Guangcheng?”
The prodigies of Guangyue Tian whispered among themselves, filled with rage.
Shao Jikang was the first-ranked figure among the countless Holy Sons of Guangyue Tian. He was a very mysterious person, yet his strength was astonishingly fierce, consistently ranked first in Guangyue Tian, unshakeable by anyone.
Fairy Guangcheng, the first beauty of Guangyue Tian, was also the second strongest expert in the sect.