572: C572 167】 on Regression

C572 167】 on Regression

Gulp!

All of the Nine-Moon Sect s swallowed their saliva. So many elders were actually all killed in one strike?

How strong was this boy called Ye Han?

Subconsciously, everyone's eyes focused on the ancestor. As of now, perhaps, only the ancestor was able to fight against Ye Han.

Not only did he not care about life and death, he paid more attention to his own little life. Seeing Ye Han's strong performance, he was not sure how much physical strength Ye Han had wasted, how much battle power he still had left, how could he stand up and fight?

The ancestor looked around and said coldly, "What is it? As the protector and envoy of the Nine-Moon Sect, are you that afraid? Did you retreat? "

"A bunch of trash!"

"Everyone attack together. This old man does not believe that we, as a group of experts, cannot handle one person."

No one in the Nine-Moon Sect thought that their ancestor would issue such an order. This was simply a tactic that involved an ocean of people.

Everyone knew what was going on with the sea of people, but there was no one who didn't care about their own lives. After breaking through to Saint Ruler with great difficulty, they had enjoyed a life that was difficult for ordinary people.

Some wanted to protest, but the Ancestor's usual vicious appearance was too deep, and he could only mutter a few words in his heart. He absolutely did not dare to disobey.

Or perhaps, these people also had some expectations … Perhaps, killing so many experts at once would probably consume too much energy, and would not be enough to deal with them.

Although they knew that such a mentality was bad, they still couldn't help but think like that. Otherwise, they really did not know whether they would have the courage to fight against Ye Han.

To kill so many Elders in a single strike, this was simply too shocking.

"..."

"Manpower tactics?"

Ye Han felt disdain in his heart. Although this Vermillion Bird Divine Robe was not matched with the Sword of the Vermillion Bird, it was still equivalent to an ordinary low-grade Tenth Order weapon.

However, Tenth-Rank Weapon were just Tenth-Rank Weapon. Even if they were just ordinary low-grade existences, they were still far from any other weapons that could compare to them.

During his time with the Vermillion Bird Divine Robe, Ye Han was pleasantly surprised to discover that this Vermillion Bird Divine Robe had a strong effect on its recovery speed.

Although this sliver of effect was somewhat insignificant to the Holy Monarch Saint.

However, do not forget that Ye Han's true strength was actually only at Nine-Star HolyLord Stage. Even though he was not far from the Saint Ruler, he was still a Saint Lord, not a Saint Ruler.

The recovery rate of the insignificant recovery speed to the Holy Monarch Saint was completely different to Ye Han. Feeling the recovery rate of the Spiritual Energy in his body, Ye Han's smile grew wider!

An ocean of people tactic? Even if so many people were exhausted, Ye Han might not be able to reach his limit!

Furthermore, Ye Han did not have complete control over the Vermillion Bird Divine Robe, otherwise, it would be impossible for the consumption to be far less than the input.

"..."

Although these Saint Rulers were afraid of Ye Han, they still had the self-respect of a Saint Ruler. They wanted to see just which part of them was not enough.

Even the Holy Lord, in some distant empires, was an exalted and exalted figure.

In their eyes, Ye Han's smile was one of deep disdain and ridicule. This kind of understanding thoroughly angered these Saint Rulers, causing them to place their fear at the bottom of their hearts.

The first to take action was an envoy. Following this envoy, all of the Saint Ruler Protectors and envoys also released their strongest attacks.

All sorts of attacks were launched at the same time.

Ye Han's face revealed a hint of disdain: "To deal with you guys, we don't even need God Breaking Sword of Red Lotus s!"1

Putting away the God Breaking Sword of Red Lotus, Ye Han threw out a punch. It was the second layer of the Vermillion Bird Fist!

Accompanied by a clear chirping sound, the image of a huge Vermillion Bird appeared behind Ye Han.

Boom boom boom!

Ye Han killed in all four directions, and all the attacks that approached Ye Han were all broken. Some even reflected the attacks back, attacking the one that used them.

Miserable screams rose and fell continuously.

Every minute, Expert of the Holy King Stage would die. He would be vaporized by the flames and disappear from the world. His body would either be smashed by Ye Han's punch or his head would explode from Ye Han's punch.

The ancestor's expression became increasingly gloomy, but he still did not have any intention of making a move.

The injured Holy Lord didn't go attack Ye Han because he knew he wasn't strong enough. Moreover, they couldn't fly, so even if they wanted to attack, they couldn't.

At this moment, these Saint Lords were all stunned. Watching the high and mighty Saint Rulers die one by one was not something an ordinary person could withstand.

Some of the Saints had even lost their minds after being struck. They frantically screamed as they fled, not caring about the injuries on their bodies. Even if they had to crawl, they had to crawl and escape from this hell of mortals.

"Trash!"

The forefather watched the scene unfold with cold eyes, but didn't make a move. He knew that these people had all gone mad, and killing them wouldn't be enough to stop their desire to escape.

These people were already crippled, there was no need for him to make a move against trash.

In less than half an hour, over a hundred Saint Rulers of the Nine-Moon Sect had died under Ye Han's hands, some with corpses lying around, some with … But he didn't stay.

The next battle was recorded as the end of Saint Rulers in the Empire of September. Due to the destruction of the many Saint Rulers in the Nine-Moon Sect, their power fell greatly and they barely managed to maintain the framework of a second-rate Empire.

However, after a short while, the remaining Saint Rulers grew quiet, and the September Empire gradually declined. In the end, it became a tiny third-rate empire like Qingtian Empire, and even its name was changed because of this.

"..."

After killing these Saint Rulers, Ye Han's cold gaze swept over to Nine-Moon Sect Ancestor, because after the slaughter just now, Ye Han's killing intent was at its peak, the huge killing intent that was about to materialize, even Nine-Moon Sect Ancestor's felt his scalp tingle!

The ancestor cursed in his heart, even cursing himself for the slight trace of fear that had just appeared in his heart.

Then, the ancestor stared back at Ye Han without losing any morale, and said cruelly: "Brat, after killing for so long, even if you have powerful armor, the consumption would be huge. If you know how to obediently take off your armor, the ancestor would still be able to leave you a complete corpse, and at least let go of your Mystic Moon City by one yard, if not …"

Ye Han's current pale face made the old man think that his tactic had really achieved his goal.

However, the Old Patriarch did not know that Ye Han's face was pale because he could not completely control the Vermillion Bird Divine Robe and had wasted too much of his mental energy. Ye Han might be tired, but his mental strength had already restored most of the strength of the Spiritual Energy.

"..."

Third!

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