411: C411 Li Er Vs

C411 Li Er Vs

It was not only the higher ups of the Yin Corpse Sect who were thinking this. Even if they were the Patriarchs of various clans in the same faction, or the Great Elder and the others, they were old monsters who had lived for at least several thousand years. They had walked across more bridges than the younger generation.

They all frowned as they thought about it. Although they hoped that it was true, this was far too outrageous. The strength of a peak late stage Heavy Wheel Stage in Heavy Wheel Stage was actually able to kill Great Cultivator of Genuine Tyrant Stage.

No matter who it was, they would feel that this absurd thing was definitely a lie. Even the peerless almighty "Limitless" back then, even with his outstanding talent, unparalleled Spirit Root and exceptional talent, it was impossible for him to defeat Great Cultivator of Genuine Tyrant Stage in Heavy Wheel Stage.

This was a huge watershed on the path of cultivation. No one had ever heard of such ridiculous things happening in Yan Wu Continent.

"Xiao Jiu, this old man thinks that it's impossible, it must be that brat just spouting nonsense, trying to scare us. If he were to be scared like this, then wouldn't those thousands of years be spent living on dogs?" A Great Elder confirmed with a few firm words.

"That's right, there must be something fishy about this. That child must have used some despicable method to immerse himself in sneak attacks against several fellow disciples, which was why he was captured alive. He used it to threaten us, to ease the pressure on our Divine Martial Empire, and to make it easier for us to breathe," another ancestor affirmed.

They were no longer afraid of what they had said before and what they had just witnessed.

He wanted to bury all living beings in Divine Martial Empire with him, but in his heart, he had already given up. The "spirit binding rope" had bound the eight Yin Corpse Sect Patriarchs tightly.

The eight of them were also very clear on this. For the great cause of the sect, not to mention sacrificing the eight of them, even if it was eight thousand, eighty thousand …

To achieve one's goal or to use any means available, was not because of the nature of the Yin Corpse Sect, but rather, it was because of the clan rules.

Looking at the Yin Corpse Sect, the expressions on the faces of the Ninth Elder and the ten ancestors became very clear.

"I'll give you old bastards one last chance. I've worked hard today, and I'll let you off once, or else you'll be killed no matter how far you go." Lee Er's light tone was like a fuse as he completely ignited the fuse.

"A brat with a yellow mouth, what shameless boasting. You don't need to say anything more. You will see the truth under the blade and the sword, and you will see the result under the punches and kicks.", Patriarch Nine was so angry that he blew straight at his goatee.

"Everyone, Martial Uncle, kill every last one of you, leave nothing behind. Corpses are strewn all over the field, let's see what Divine Martial Empire has to say."

The target of the twenty-five dried corpses outside the Blood Clan was Lee Er, who was standing at the very front of the Myriad Swords Sect camp. This was because he was truly angered by the higher ups in the Yin Corpse Sect.

Looking at the eight old men kneeling in front of him, he said lightly, "Seniors, you won't die. It seems that your junior nephew has already made his decision. Give up on you and you can only die."

When these last words were said, the eight heads flew up into the sky. Before they even landed on the ground, they were burnt into nothingness by the Blue Flame Core Fire.

"Stubborn, do you think I have the ability to scare you?"

Seeing that there were twenty-five dried corpses outside of Blood Clan, and that they were coming at him in a circle, the long, blood-red fingernails grabbed at Lee Er and it was a masterpiece of dismembering.

"You people from the same race have all been killed before, let alone the corpses after death. I'll play with you for a while and test my strength," Lee Er muttered to himself. He did not care at all.

Ye Zichen waved his hand towards the people behind him and said, "Believe me, sect master. This is just a small matter and nothing can't be done. See if I beat these guys up or not."

Even if they were all three million followers of the later stage of Heavy Wheel Stage, and also had the same peak strength as Lee Er, they were definitely not on the same level as him.

No matter if it was the Spirit Aura Stars in the Divine Palace or their pure strength, none of them were on the same level.

However, based on his extraordinary demeanor, if he wanted to defeat or even kill Great Cultivator of Genuine Tyrant Stage, that would undoubtedly be wishful thinking, arrogance and conceit.

This time, Lee Er was not foolish enough to use Magical Equipment Flying Sword s, as these could be useful for dealing with people below Great Cultivator of Genuine Tyrant Stage. If they were used to deal with the famed flesh and dried corpses of ancient Blood Clan, it would truly be child's play.

He directly used twenty-five "spirit artifacts" left behind by the Heavenly Emperor for killing, Blood Clan, and Devil Clan.

There was also no need to refine it. When it was used, it was like flowing water, unleashing the Fantasy Immortal Sword Formation and then combining it with the "Eighteen Lifesteal Swords", it was formless and formless without a shadow or sound.

The moment the two sides came into contact, thumping, thumping, thumping sounds were heard. The sounds of weapons slashing against flesh were like the clashing of blades and swords, producing a metallic sound.

However, he fought twenty-five zombies by himself. They were comparable to Great Cultivator of Genuine Tyrant Stage. His hands and feet were indeed in a mess, and two fists could not even fight against four hands because they were all inanimate objects and he did not fear death at all.

Even if there were hundreds of Spirit Artifact Flying Sword, when they slashed down, they would still extend their long, blood-red nails towards Lee Er's face, head, neck, and even the important object beneath them.

It had only been a few dozen moves, but Lee Er's face had already turned blue and purple. His eyes were like a panda's and the black robe on his chest had been torn to shreds, revealing a few long bloody wounds.0

If not for the fact that his body had reached the realms of Grand Perfection, and his defense was terrifyingly strong, he would have been dismembered by five horses a long time ago.

As for the twenty-five Blood Clan corpses, they had also suffered a small loss. The originally shrivelled corpses, which were covered in cuts and bruises from spirit artifact Flying Sword s, were now on the verge of disintegrating.

The higher ups of the Yin Corpse Sect looked at each other in dismay, not knowing what to say. They never thought that this brat had really withstood it.

From the looks of it, he did not receive any serious injuries. It was only a superficial wound. In that case, wouldn't the words that he had spoken just now …?

Thinking about this, every single person in Yin Corpse Sect felt as though they had eaten dog shit. Their faces were flushed red, but they still endured the situation.

Because the Blood Clan corpse had not lost the battle, and only suffered some light injuries, it was not much of a problem, the two sides were evenly matched.

However, on the surface, they were calm. However, their hearts were like raging waves, surging and fluctuating unceasingly.

Even though Yin Corpse Sect didn't feel that it was a big deal, if he wanted to eat Yin Corpse Sect, he would probably have to choke on that.

But Lee Er, in front of Divine Martial Empire, with one billion people, was beaten red and swollen.

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