1145: C1145 The God of War Is a Saint

C1145 The God of War Is a Saint

It was hard to imagine, how did Murong Yu destroy the treasury of Wargod Cult? The treasury of the Wargod Cult must have many restrictions and formations protecting it, and there should be quite a few quasi-Saint level experts.

Defeated by Murong Yu in such a short time? It was simply too shocking.

"Could it be that Murong Yu was the one who took away and emptied the treasury of the Formless Blade Sect?" Suddenly, many people remembered how many years ago, there was a certain force that had their treasury emptied.

No one knew who took away the treasury, but today, they thought of Murong Yu.

"Are you surprised? This Evil Dragon's Cry Blade should be a symbol of your Wargod Cult right? However, today it belongs to my Glory Sect. Warlord, you can go back now. "

Seeing the Warlord looking at him with a murderous look, Murong Yu couldn't help but laugh.

"Hahaha …" The Sacred Sect disciples inside the Holy City immediately laughed out loud. The depressed aura that had been suppressed by the Wargod Cult for more than ten thousand years had already been swept away.

"This is indeed a good show." However, Wu Tie and the rest smiled and nodded their heads. Although Murong Yu hadn't made his move yet, he had already struck the Wargod Cult to the point where he couldn't even raise his head. It had greatly reduced the morale of the Wargod Cult.

Warlord stepped on the air and floated in mid air, an incomparably gloomy Qi continuously emitted from his body. The space around him shattered, as a sinister and cold aura gushed towards the heavens, an extremely terrifying sight to behold.

Although they couldn't see the face of the Warlord, everyone could imagine how angry he was.

"Kill them!"

Murong Yu looked at Warlord coldly and roared.

"Whiz!" "Whiz!" "Whiz!"

Just as Murong Yu finished his sentence, the quasi-saints from Holy City pounced on him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Caught unprepared, some of the Quasi-Saints in Wargod Cult were immediately killed. One had to know that the Glory Sect had over a hundred quasi-sage realm experts, and the weakest of them were at the seventh step.

Although there were dozens of Quasi-Saints in terms of Wargod Cult, their strengths were uneven, and very few of them had reached the level of Eighth or Ninth Order.

Thus, when the experts of the Glory Sect took action, they were unable to withstand these violent and terrifying attacks. They began to fall one by one.

Even those eight Tenth Rank Quasi-saint were not easy to overcome. Glory Sect had sixteen Tenth Rank Quasi-saint now. Two people fighting one.

The most important thing was the Tenth Rank Quasi-saint of the Glory Sect; their strength was considered to be at the top even within the Tenth Rank Quasi-saint. Therefore, the people with Wargod Cult were in for a tragedy.

Not long after, a Tenth Rank Quasi-saint was killed.

If one person fell, the Wargod Cult would burn down a Top Expert. But Glory Sect had two more Top Expert s. With this increase in strength, the experts of Wargod Cult were forced to retreat step by step, continuously getting killed one by one.

From beginning to end, Warlord only quietly floated in the sky as he coldly looked in Murong Yu's direction. Even when he saw the Tenth Rank Quasi-saint constantly falling, he had no intention of taking action.

No one knew what the Warlord was doing, but those people of Wargod Cult all had incomparably gloomy expressions. They could not understand why the Warlord did not intervene.

However, no one dared to speak.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Wargod Cult experts were constantly being destroyed, but no one dared to retreat as they continued to fight against the experts of the Glory Sect. However, as more and more people fell, the number of people in Wargod Cult grew fewer and fewer, and the speed of death grew faster and faster.

In less than half a day's time, all the quasi-Saints in Wargod Cult had been killed. Other than the few quasi saints who were carrying the palanquins, there were no more quasi sages with Wargod Cult at the scene.

"His Wargod Cult is only so-so."

After the battle ended, the spectators finally reacted. After which, this thought appeared in the minds of many people.

"It's not that the Wargod Cult is too weak, it's just that the Glory Sect is too strong. More than a hundred quasi-Saints, even the four academies wouldn't be able to find so many experts. After this battle, Glory Sect's status is on par with the four great academies. "

"Other than Primitive Academy, the other three great academies are probably not a match for the Glory Sect. I'm afraid that the Primal Chaos Sacred Sect is already the second strongest power in the Homo Sapiens.

After this battle, many people clearly understood the power of Glory Sect. Many people felt that Glory Sect was already the strongest power other than Primitive Academy.

"I heard that Murong Yu is extremely overbearing and protective. "Now that Glory Sect is becoming more and more powerful, we must not provoke it." Many people were secretly thinking in their hearts.

"Murong Yu, I've underestimated you. These must be the most powerful forces of Glory Sect, right? "However, if it's just this little bit of power, the Glory Sect will not be able to escape its doom today."

Warlord's hoarse and unpleasant voice slowly came out. At this moment, he slowly walked towards Murong Yu.

Hearing this voice, everyone present was shocked.

Even though so many quasi-sage realm experts had been killed, the Warlord did not place Murong Yu in her eyes. Was this arrogance and ignorance, or did he really have the strength to destroy Glory Sect?

The Sect Leader of Wargod Cult, was definitely not some kind of idiot, and would not be so arrogant and ignorant. This meant that he truly had the ability to destroy Glory Sect.

However, how could he destroy Murong Yu and Glory Sect alone?

Was he a saint?

Thinking of this, everyone's heart skipped a beat. If Warlord was really a Saint, wouldn't annihilating an entire Glory Sect be as easy as turning over a hand?

Murong Yu frowned slightly. He stepped up and slowly walked towards Warlord.

"Warlord, I believe you are not an idiot. I am just curious, what right do you have to destroy my Glory Sect?" Standing opposite of Warlord, Murong Yu said indifferently.

"You think that Tenth Rank Quasi-saint is just a top Ranker? Do you think that there are only saints in the entire Divine Realm? " Warlord's voice was hoarse, but it couldn't help but emit an imposing aura that looked down on the entire world.

"Saint!"

Hearing his voice, everyone present was once again shocked.

"Are you a saint? False Saint? " Murong Yu frowned slightly. If the other party was really a False Saint, then things would be difficult. Apart from those who were also False Saints, who else could be their match?

Tenth Rank Quasi-saint?

A False Saint's slap would be able to kill Tenth Rank Quasi-saint!

It was only because Warlord was a False Saint that he would not feel any pity for those Quasi-Saints dying one after another. Because to a False Saint, whether it was Tenth Rank Quasi-saint or an ordinary Divine Spirit person, they were all just ants.

"I didn't expect you to know the word pseudo-sage." Warlord took a step forward, as if he was from the Primordial Era, intimidating the heavens. From afar, the Warlord seemed to be emitting an endless amount of golden light, dazzling and dazzling.

"Saint! Warlord is actually a saint! "

The disciples of the Wargod Cult were all suddenly excited, and all of them began to shout loudly. Those from the Glory Sect had gloomy expressions on their faces. Murong Yu was strong, but there was a limit to his strength. He was definitely not a match for a False Saint.

"Are you really a False Saint?" A hint of coldness flashed across Murong Yu's eyes.

"Nonsense!" Murong Yu, do you want to end this on your own or should I personally kill you? This is the choice I gave you. " Warlord looked at Murong Yu, his eyes flashed with hatred.

At this moment, Murong Yu's face revealed a smile. At the same time, no one noticed that his two hands had already secretly formed hand seals that were difficult to understand …

If Warlord was someone who came down from the Holy Realm, how could Murong Yu smile at this time? He would have long since escaped.

But a hypocrite? Murong Yu was not afraid at all.

"Did Murong Yu get scared silly? You can still laugh at a time like this? " Everyone was stunned when they saw Murong Yu's smile. Everyone felt that Murong Yu was scared silly.

"Warlord, you think you're invincible since you became a saint? at least be able to run rampant through Divine Realm? But do you know that the saint from the Primitive Academy rarely appears? "1

Murong Yu looked at Warlord and the smile on his face became more and more brilliant.

"Oh, I'd like to hear what you think." Warlord did not seem to be in a hurry to kill Murong Yu.

"As a pseudo-sage, I believe you know more or less about the situation above. I suppose you don't want to ascend? My admission is that I am far from being a match for a pseudo-sage. But I can send you up there. "

As Murong Yu said this, his face suddenly turned cold! Then, he struck out with both hands. Instantly, trillions of handprints were crazily forced out, covering the sky and covering the earth as they attacked Warlord.

At this moment, Warlord's calm face suddenly changed! He could feel a strong and indescribable force quickly pulling at him, wanting to pull him out from the Divine Realm.

"What did you do?" Warlord roared, and fiercely smacked the ground with his palm. It struck down viciously at Murong Yu with a devastating and terrifying aura.

However, that terrifying pulling force was getting stronger and stronger. It had already dragged him flying into the sky. Even the force of his attack was pulled back.

Bang!

When Murong Yu performed that night's incantation, he had already retreated as fast as he could. However, although his speed was fast, how could it compare to a False Saint's speed?

Before he could escape, he was hit by the aftermath of the False Saint's power.

At this moment, Murong Yu felt as if he was struck by a holy mountain. In a split-second, tearing pain stimulated his mind crazily. In addition, his entire body was almost completely cracked, almost to the point of breaking into pieces.

It was fortunate that this was only the aftermath of Warlord's palm strike. Otherwise, if Murong Yu was hit hard enough, he would probably be annihilated. Furthermore, that palm was only a flurry of attacks from Warlord, it wasn't even fifty percent of the power of his peak.

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