852: C852 His Strength Was Lacking

C852 His Strength Was Lacking

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Dongfang Zhaoyang could only sense six Sword Qi approaching him, but he knew that there must be some hidden assassins who hadn't moved yet.

However, there was no time for him to think too much about it now. With the arrival of the killing intent, it was better for him to get through this obstacle first.

Just as the six Sword Qi appeared, Dongfang Zhaoyang waved both of his arms.

A thirty-foot-long crescent knife appeared out of thin air.

In an instant, the sky was filled with saber lights. Six powerful saber energies met the Sword Qi.

Boom!

Almost at the same time, the blade energies collided with the Sword Qi, creating a black hole in the night sky around Dongfang Zhaoyang.

The crescent knife was Dongfang Zhaoyang's famous weapon, it was named Soul Chasing.

He remembered that he had sealed his saber for forty-one years and six months.

Today, no, two months ago, he was ready to use his saber.

However, he did not expect that the first battle of the Soul Chasing Saber opening its seal would be against an old acquaintance of the Killer Group.

Although he did not know what the names of these people were, they had been chasing him for nearly seventy years since they started as one-star Combat Venerables.

Their cultivation level was also improving at the same time.

However, after recuperating for a few decades, the cultivation level had regressed.

These assassins were also stuck at this bottleneck, and they had not made any progress.

It seemed that they had reached this realm in their entire lives, and there was no longer any possibility of improvement.

One had to say, the heavens seemed to be teasing him.

If he hadn't suffered such a serious injury, his cultivation level would have long been raised to four stars, or even 5-Star Warlord's realm.

These people should have died under his blade a long time ago. What replaced them was a higher level assassin.

Unfortunately, there was no 'if' in this world.

The seven of them exchanged 360 moves in an instant. Dongfang Zhaoyang was so tired that he was gasping for breath. His hands, which were holding the blade, were trembling.

Dongfang Wang, who was a hundred meters away, wanted to rush over several times, but was stopped by Xin Chang.

He did not say anything. He just held Dongfang Wang's arm and did not let go.

Sigh! I'm old!

Dongfang Zhaoyang sighed in his heart.

Back when he was still 2-Star Warlord, not to mention these six people, even if he fought ten people at the same time, he wouldn't be at a disadvantage.

Among these six people, four of them were defeated by him, and almost died under his blade.

But now, he could only fight evenly with them, and was even at a disadvantage.

The six assassins weren't any better. Their arms were also numb, and they were drenched in sweat.

This old man's strength had regressed, and he was still able to fight six of them at the same time. He was truly worthy of being the Heaven's Pride of the generation who had the highest chance of becoming a Saint.0

But... what a pity, what a pity, hehe!

The six assassins all felt pity and ridiculed him.

This could only mean that Dongfang Zhengyang had a pair of short-sighted rat eyes and destroyed his own dynasty.

For the sake of a mere broken emperor's throne, he didn't want to let go of his sibling.

If it wasn't a rat's eye, then what was? Furthermore, everyone could tell that Dongfang Zhaoyang was determined to give up the position of Crown Prince.

His ambitions were great, and his ambitions were greater than the heavens. Everyone in the world knew that the path of cultivation was defying the heavens, and if he didn't become a saint, everything would be an illusion.

However, Dongfang Zhengyang was the only one who couldn't see through sibling's ambitions. He always thought that sibling was the biggest threat to him.

However, for the sake of the throne, it was understandable for Dongfang Zhengyang to do so. However, he had to rub his eyes and see clearly what kind of person his younger brother, Zhao Yang, was.

If his younger brother, Zhao Yang, became a saint, the Shuangfu Empire of the Dongfang family would not be far away from advancing to grade seven Empire.

Looking at the current situation, under the leadership of Dongfang Zhengyang, a hundred years was like a day. As long as one survived, there would be no chance of survival.

He could only act tyrannically in Grade 5 and below Empire, and he was also complacent all day long, feeling that he was very wise.

Dongfang Zhengyang had become the ruler of a country, gathering all the resources and equipment in the country. Up until now, he was only 2-Star Warlord's cultivation level.

In the eyes of the higher ups of the Killer Group, Dongfang Zhengyang was no different from a stupid pig.

However, this was an internal matter of the Dongfang family. They were happy to watch the show and see a joke.

After all, Dongfang Zhaoyang becoming a saint did not bring any benefits to the Killer Group. Instead, it would bring about the disadvantages of being suppressed.

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