3093: C3093 The Blushing Saints

C3093 The Blushing Saints

Rumble!

Under the very ugly gazes of the Daofathers and the Chaos Saint, the River of Fate had completely submerged Hsiang Yang. Although it was still surging with waves, it had disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Now, all of their hopes were gone.

"This time, it's over. Hsiang Yang is dead for sure."

Both the Daofathers and the group of Chaos Saint had ugly expressions on their faces. In their senses, Hsiang Yang had completely disappeared. This meant that Hsiang Yang was dead for sure.

Even though the Daofather was the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao, he couldn't sense Hsiang Yang's aura. It was as if Hsiang Yang had truly disappeared from this world.

He sighed helplessly and looked at Sanxiao. At this moment, Sanxiao was crying bitterly, no longer feeling excited about becoming a Chaos Saint.

"Young Brother Hsiang Yang..."

"Why did this happen? If it wasn't for us, you would have definitely become a Chaos Holy Sovereign. Why did you enter River of Fate? Why?"

"Hsiang Yang, although we just met, our hearts are connected. We can see each other's past, and we have already imprinted it in our hearts. Why are you doing this?"

... ""

Sanxiao wept, even though they were both true Chaos Saint warriors. They had completely recovered because of Hsiang Yang. They had successfully broken through because of the inextinguishable force in Hsiang Yang's body. However... They had all broken through to the Chaos Saint, but Hsiang Yang had disappeared in the river of destiny. How could they not be sad?

"Is Boy Hsiang really gone?"

Monkey Sun stared blankly in the direction of the river of fate that had disappeared. With an expression of disbelief, he whispered, "This is impossible. How could it be like this?"

"I believe that he will be fine."

On the other hand, Yang Jian had a determined look on his face. He said loudly, "Nothing will happen to Hsiang Yang. It won't be long before he appears again."

No one paid any attention to Yang Jian's words. Even the Daofathers felt that Hsiang Yang would be dead for sure if he was dragged into the River of Fate.

"Old friend, I have let you down."

The Daofather raised his head and let out a long sigh.

"Rumble..."

At this moment, the void began to distort. A White-haired Old Man with a calm expression appeared in the chaotic void. He didn't say anything, but placed his hands behind his back and quietly looked in the direction of the River of Fate.

Around him, there seemed to be a terrifying sword Qi brewing.

The Daofather wanted to rush forward, but when he sensed the powerful sword Qi surrounding White-haired Old Man, his facial expression changed dramatically. He hurriedly shouted at the group of Sub Saint, "Everyone, retreat!"

"Master!!"

The faces of the group of Chaos Saint turned extremely ugly as well, and they all turned to look at the Daofather at the same time. Then, they looked at White-haired Old Man, who was above them. When they sensed the sword Qi that could kill Heavenly Sovereigns on White-haired Old Man's body... Even Tongtian's breathing became rapid.

"It turns out that even though I have become a Chaos Holy Sovereign, I am still no match for him. I am far inferior to him."

Tongtian shouted in his heart.

Tongtian was extremely arrogant, just like his sword. He had the pride of being able to cut through thousands of Daos. Ever since he found out about the existence of that Supreme Sword God, he had always wanted to surpass him.

Originally, after he became a Chaos Saint Sovereign, he felt that he might not be able to surpass him. But at least, he could be compared to that person. However... To his surprise, when he saw the real body of that person... No, this shouldn't be the true body either, just an incarnation. It already made his mind surge.

Even Tongtian, who was known as the most murderous Heavenly Sovereign in the Pangu Chaos World, felt ashamed of his inferiority, let alone the other Saints. The minds of all the All Heavens Hundun Saints present trembled. Without any hesitation, they used their divine abilities to send all their disciples away.

"Do you think I will be angry and start a massacre?"

At this moment, when everyone had sent all the Sub Saint away, White-haired Old Man, who was carrying a divine sword on his back, turned his head around and looked at the Chaos Saint and Daofathers with a calm tone.

A hint of helplessness appeared on the Daofather's face. "Hsiang Yang is your grandson, as well as a true disciple, but he actually met with an accident in front of us. Given your temper, if you don't chop me with your sword... That would be strange. "

Everyone had already known each other in the primordial chaos. How could a Daofather not understand the personality of this person in front of him?

Although this person's personality had improved a lot over the years, no matter who it was, if something were to happen to Hsiang Yang, the only disciple and grandson who was highly regarded, they would probably be unable to restrain themselves.

"All life and death are determined by fate. What's there to be nervous about?"

However, contrary to Daofather's expectations, this person actually didn't make a move. Instead, a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Are you really not angry?" The Daofather carefully looked at White-haired Old Man.

"Why are you angry?" White-haired Old Man asked.

"Something happened to Hsiang Yang." The Daofather said softly.

When he said this, even the Daofather felt embarrassed. Something had happened to Hsiang Yang, who was blocking his path. As a Daofather, he truly felt embarrassed.

"I was only dragged into the River of Fate. Nothing happened." White-haired Old Man smiled faintly. He took a step forward and appeared in front of everyone in an instant.

"Really?"

When the Chaos Saint saw White-haired Old Man suddenly approach them, their expressions changed, and they all retreated backwards at the same time. Only Sanxiao and the Daofather were still standing there.

Sanxiao was immersed in great grief. She didn't know about the relationship between White-haired Old Man and Hsiang Yang, so she wasn't in the mood to think about these things.

As for the Daofather, it was naturally impossible for him to retreat.

The All Heavens Hundun Saint's face turned slightly red. They had indeed been frightened by this person.

Although they were Chaos Saint or even Chaos Holy Sovereign, they didn't dare face this person. Although they were all clones, they were afraid that this clone of theirs would be killed by White-haired Old Man's sword.

White-haired Old Man glanced at the All Heavens Hundun Saint with a smile that wasn't a smile. After that, he shifted his gaze to Sanxiao and said softly, "Good child. Although you have just become a saint, you are not weaker than them."

As he spoke, he pointed his finger and three sword lights split out, instantly entering Sanxiao's body.

"Carefully comprehend these sword paths and combine them with the Heavenly Sword Path. It is enough for you to have the power to fight against a Heavenly Sovereign."

As White-haired Old Man spoke, he shot a glance at the Daofather, then took a step forward and disappeared into the void.

"Thank you, senior."

Although Sanxiao felt sad in her heart... However, when she saw that the other party actually gave the three of them the inheritance of the Sword Dao, they blinked their eyes and thought of the time when this senior said that nothing had happened to Hsiang Yang. They all look happy.

The Daofather, on the other hand, frowned as he looked in the direction where White-haired Old Man had left. He muttered, "What are you showing off for? Isn't it just a little bit stronger than me?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but laugh. "But that's good as well. Since that kid Hsiang Yang is fine, that can't be any better."

"Teacher, will Hsiang Yang really be fine after entering the River of Fate?" The Saints surrounded him, looking at the Daofather with puzzled expressions.

The Daofather glared at the Saints, then snorted and said, "How would I know? That old fellow said that he'll be fine. If you are still puzzled, why don't you ask him yourself? All of you ran faster than anyone when you saw him. No matter what, all of you are Saints. Or even sainthood. Do you feel embarrassed?"

" Cough cough... "

All the Saints felt very embarrassed in their hearts. They recalled that they had already become Saints in chaotic era. Some of them had even reached the Chaos Holy Sovereign, but they still couldn't compare to Sanxiao. They felt embarrassed.

The Daofathers were too lazy to speak to the Saints. These Saints were their disciples, after all. Even if they weren't true disciples, they were still their in-name disciples. How could they be so cowardly?1

Of course, he had already forgotten that when he faced that white-haired old man, even as a Daofather, he would speak in a very soft and polite manner.

"You guys are very good."

The Daofather couldn't be bothered with the other Saints. Instead, he turned his gaze towards Sanxiao, a look of relief on his face.

"Thank you, Teacher."

Sanxiao hurriedly bowed. Although they were the grand-disciples of the Daofather, once they became Saints, they could be called the disciples of the Daofather. It was time for her to change her mind.

"Since that old fellow thinks so highly of you, and gave you some of his Sword Dao inheritance, I have no choice but to give you something."

The Daofather pondered for a moment, then stretched out his hand and placed it on Sanxiao's head. His speed was very fast, and as soon as he touched it, Sanxiao felt a mysterious aura enter each of their bodies. Some information appeared, but they didn't have time to check it out. She hurriedly bowed to the Daofather and expressed her thanks. "Thank you, Teacher."

Upon seeing this, the All Heavens Hundun Saint's expressions changed. It injected itself into the Three Purities and Empress Wa, and a smile appeared on their faces. As for the Three Pure Ones and the other experts, their expressions were indifferent. The Western Receiving and Prospective Saints from the ancient chaotic era, who were famous for being shameless, had looks of jealousy on their faces. On the contrary, Amitabha was watching this scene with a smile on his face.

The Daofather saw everyone's reaction, and he smiled faintly. He was very familiar with the personalities of these Saints, so he didn't say anything. He waved his hand and said, "Disperse. Do what you have to do. You don't have to worry about Hsiang Yang's matter anymore."

As he spoke, the Daofather's clone vanished.

This incarnation of his was a temporary manifestation, and it didn't have much power to begin with. Since he had already completed his task, he would just disperse it, leaving only a strand of his consciousness to merge with the Heavenly Dao.

The other Chaos Saint naturally didn't have the means of a Daofather. All of them sighed helplessly and turned to leave. This time, they had really lost all their face. Fortunately, everyone was more or less the same. There was nothing to be picky about.

As for what exactly happened to Hsiang Yang, everyone was curious. However, even though they were Chaos Holy Sovereign, they still couldn't figure out where Hsiang Yang had gone. They couldn't even predict Hsiang Yang's life and death, so they could only wait for Hsiang Yang to show up in the future.

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