1483: To Kill a Saint (2)

To Kill a Saint (2)

High up in the sky.

Lu Zhou, who had just calmed his surging qi and blood, looked at the masked man. He was not familiar with the masked man, but based on the other party's attitude, it was clear, at least for the time being, that the other party did not pose a threat. Hence, he shifted his gaze back to Hong Jian and said frostily, "If anyone dares to touch my disciple, I'll rip them into shreds."

Lu Zhou's words were also directed at the masked man.

Little Yuan'er grinned and said, "Master, I'm fine!"

Then, Little Yuan'er grabbed Conch before she used the Seven Stars Cloud Treading Steps and flashed back and forth in the air.

Masked Man: "???"

The masked man said in surprise, "I've underestimated this little girl."

Earlier, Little Yuan'er was unaffected by the frozen space. Now, not only was she unaffected by the Saint Light of an expert from the Feather tribe, but she was also unaffected by the light from Fallen Gods Mountain.

Hong Jian smiled. "As expected of someone who's been recognized by the Great Abyss Land's Pillar of Destruction."

The masked man asked, "Hong Jian, is that the reason you're trying to kill them?"

"Since you know about this, you'll have to die as well," Hong Jian said. Once again, his wings begin to shine. Then, he began to flap his wings, forming a vortex, which looked like a ball of light, with him in the center.

Then, the other four Feather tribesmen did the same thing.

Five vortexes appeared pulling at the fabric of space.

The Feather tribesmen used the law of space to stab at their enemies.

The masked man flashed and vanished from his spot.

Little Yuan'er turned pale with fright. She grabbed Conch and flew to the distance. This time, she decisively shattered the jade talisman in her hand.

As soon as the light flashed from the jade talisman, Hong Jian tore through space and appeared in front of Little Yuan'er. His huge wings blocked Little Yuan'er escape route. He said in a deep voice, "You can't escape."

The Saint Light froze the space again.

As expected of a Great Saint, Hong Jian's comprehension of the law of space surpassed everyone else's. He forcefully suppressed the power of the jade talisman using the law of space alone.

At the same time, a majestic rang from above.

"Scram!"

Then, a dazzling golden palm seal that flashed with blue lightning bolts descended.

Hong Jian was about to resist when the palm seal appeared in front of him through the law of space and landed on him.

Boom!

Flawed Perfection.

Hong Jian fell into the mountain range.

Little Yuan'er and Conch finally broke free before Little Yuan'er cried out joyfully, "Master!"

As soon Little Yuan'er's voice fell, the four Feather tribesmen flew out from their respective vortexes like meteorites again.

At this moment, the masked man appeared behind the four Feather tribesmen at the speed of light. Due to his speed, it was as though he had stomped on them at the same time.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The four Feather tribesmen spat out blood as they plummeted from the sky.

Then, the masked man said in his hoarse voice, "You deal with Hong Jian, and I'll deal with those four."

Lu Zhou ignored the masked man.

Upon seeing this, the masked man said, "This is your only choice. You can only trust me now."

Then, the masked man swooped down.

At the same time, Hong Jian shot up from below toward Lu Zhou. His robes had been torn to shreds, and the Feather tribe's emblem on his arm was shining brightly.

Lu Zhou pushed Little Yuan'er and Conch further back before he brought out the Hourglass of Time.

"Freeze!"

Electric arcs appeared immediately and swept across the entire Fallen Gods Mountain.

Lu Zhou did not expect the Hourglass of Time's strength to be so terrifying this time. He saw that its range encompassed a radius of 10,000 meters, far surpassing Yue Qi's range from back then. He was inwardly shocked and wondered if it had anything to do with his blue avatar sprouting its eleventh leaf.

After the tenth leaf, each subsequent leaf was equivalent to six Birth Charts. With this, his blue avatar could be considered to have 11 Birth Charts. The terrifying thing was when the blue avatar entered the Thousand Realms Whirling stage, it was already stronger than a Venerable Master.

When the masked man landed in the middle of the four Feather tribesmen, he raised his head and saw the eclectic arcs in the sky. He could not help but curse, "You old thing! Can you not be so ruthless with your attacks?!"

Soon after that, the masked man was also frozen.

Lu Zhou knew time was precious so he moved toward Hong Jian at the speed of light.

"The Great Seal of Fearlessness!"

"The Great Vajra Wheel Hand Sign!"

"Nine Cuts Hand Seal!"

"Abandon Wisdom!"

Each of the palm seals that were imbued with the divine power landed fiercely on Hong Jian's chest.

Seeing Hong Jian's astonishing defenses, Lu Zhou brought out Unnamed in the form of a sword.

"Primal Restoration!"

Unnamed with its unparalleled sharpness, which had also been imbued with the divine power, pierced through Hong Jian's chest immediately.

Hong Jian spat out blood and flew back. He was the first to free himself from the effect of the Hourglass of Time. After all, he was a Great Saint.

At the same time, the damages from the four palm seals and Unnamed exploded at the same time. He could not stop Lu Zhou's attacks and was severely injured. As he plummeted from the sky, he exclaimed, "The Hourglass of Time?!"

When Hong Jian landed on the ground, he hurriedly wrapped his wings around his body. A faint fluorescent light shone and quickly healed his injuries.

The masked man and the four Feather tribesmen recovered as well.

The masked man looked at Hong Jian, seemingly unsurprised, before he said in a hoarse voice, "I'll play with all of you."

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The battle between the masked man and the four Feather tribesman was a one-sided battle in favor of the masked man. There was no suspense at all.

Meanwhile, Lu Zhou was focused on Hong Jian.

Boom!2

Hong Jian suddenly spread his wings. When he flew up into the sky, his wings birth forth with countless needles made of white light.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The divine mark robe fluttered noisily, blocking the needles.

Hong Jian frowned. "Sacred relic?"

First, there was the Hourglass of Time, and now, there was another sacred relic. Suddenly, Hong Jian felt slightly unsure.    

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