1175: The Ending (24)

The Ending (24)

There was a powerful expert in the Great Zhou who knew how to play with Gu worms. These commanders knew about this, but today, they no longer had to be afraid of that expert because their expert had also come.1

The commander glanced at Xiao Zhenting disdainfully, raised his arm, and waved his hand. The waiting Sacred Clan's army suddenly took a few steps to the sides in unison from the center.

Eight majestic experts of the Sacred Clan carried the carriage and walked arrogantly from behind the army.

Shadow Thirteen and Shadow Six rode beside Xiao Zhenting. The two of them recognized the strength of the eight people at a glance. They were all half-saints, and almost all of them were about to reach the Saint King Realm.

Using a Half-Saint as his palanquin bearer was much more eye-catching than Sikong Changfeng who used Asura to carry the palanquin back then.

If the palanquin bearer was so powerful, what realm was the man in the carriage at?

The two of them were filled with doubts.

"Can you tell?" Xiao Zhenting asked softly.

The two of them shook their heads. This was the first time they could not see the other party's realm.

"I think he should have already surpassed the Saint King," Shadow Six whispered. They had come into contact with Saint Kings before. They could recognize any expert of this realm, be it an initial-stage or peak-stage one.

"Even more powerful than the Saint King… What… is that?" Xiao Zhenting had never heard of anything higher.

"It's the Paragon," Shadow Thirteen said. "I heard Grandma mention it."

However, he had only mentioned it and did not know much. He only knew that the Paragon was an expert who was even more powerful than the Saint King. How powerful was he? It was said that they were not on the same level, just like the deep sea and lake.

"Then… can Jiang Batian defeat him?" Xiao Zhenting asked again.

In the past, no matter how he asked Shadow Thirteen, Shadow Thirteen's answer would be "of course she can defeat him". However, he was not so sure now.

The Paragon's terror had long exceeded their understanding. He was not sure how powerful the other party was.

Back then, when Jiang Batian caused a ruckus in the Sacred Clan, the true top experts of the Sacred Clan were all in seclusion. If the Paragon came out of seclusion, it was unknown who would win.

In the stands a hundred meters away, Yan Huaijing also felt the anomaly of the battlefield. He asked Jun Chang'an, "That person seems to be very powerful. Can Black Phoenix defeat him?" As he did not know Little Sly Jiang's identity, he could only follow the people in the military camp and call her Black Phoenix.

Jun Chang'an did not say anything.

Although he had seen Little Sly Jiang's strength, he had never seen that expert from the Sacred Clan. He instinctively felt that the other party was very dangerous. It was not a fatal danger, but a danger that could destroy the world.

As for the 20,000 soldiers, they did not have such worries. In their hearts, the Black Phoenix was a killing god without defeat. It was useless no matter who came. They would become dead souls under the Black Phoenix's saber!

The soldiers of the Great Zhou began to cheer for Black Phoenix.

Yu Wan had just bandaged an injured person's wound. She heard a deafening drumbeat and her heart surged.

"Young Madam, do you want to take a look?" Ping'er asked.

"Yes… yes!" Yu Wan nodded. It was almost done here. She tidied up and brought Ping'er to cheer for the Black Phoenix in the hearts of the soldiers.

Unlike the South Saint King, although the South Saint King had also advanced to the Paragon realm that night, he had just advanced and had yet to stabilize himself when he was slapped back to his original state by Little Sly Jiang. This time, the experts had long stabilized themselves in the Paragon Realm for many years.

As soon as his aura appeared, Xiao Zhenting immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. "F*ck you!"

However, the aura of the Paragon did not stay on others for long before it surged towards Little Sly Jiang. There were no complicated moves or gorgeous techniques. It was a real killing move!

He wanted to kill this woman and mourn the souls of the three thousand soldiers. The burning pressure engulfed Little Sly Jiang like a volcanic eruption.

Everyone's eyes seemed to be burned. They couldn't bear to look at Little Sly Jiang's condition.

The Paragon of the Sacred Clan snorted coldly and raised his hand to collect the other party's corpse. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the fiery pressure he released was suddenly rubbed into an invisible fireball and smashed towards him.

He didn't have time to dodge and fell off the carriage.

Almost at the same time, a black shadow shot towards him like an arrow that had left the bow. It grabbed his collar and flew up with him, ruthlessly hitting the city wall of Yu City!

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