1585: C1585 The Aftermath of the War

C1585 The Aftermath of the War

The news of the tragic death of the people from Haotian Saint Land, Dongfang Changhong, Asa, and the rest of the Heavenly Pride in the forest quickly spread throughout the secret realm.

When this news spread, the Heavenly Pride from all the major powers received the news, and their faces were filled with shock. None of them dared to believe what they had just heard.

When they just received this news, most of them felt that it was impossible. They all thought that it was fake news.

They had also heard about how strong Dongfang Changhong and the others from Haotian Saint Land were.

It was very hard for them to imagine who would kill Dongfang Changhong.

More importantly, this news wasn't only about Dongfang Changhong alone. It was about the other disciples who had entered the Haotian Saint Land besides the two who were ranked first and second. All of them had been killed by Saint Asura Sect Lord.

No one would dare to believe the news of almost all of them being killed.

Regardless of whether they believed that Ao Lingchen had the strength to kill all of them, they were full of doubts about whether Ao Lingchen had the courage to kill all of them.

This was the territory of Haotian Saint Land. Was he courting death by killing most of their disciples in their territory?

Although life and death depended on the heavens when one entered the secret realm, everyone who entered the secret realm was prepared to die. It is said to be a fair competition, but everyone knows... In the three hectares of land in the Haotian Saint Land, he had to give some face to the Haotian Saint Land. Many times, when fighting with them, they had to consider the deterrence of the Sacred Land.

This was the reason why many people would rather retreat when they encountered the disciples of the Haotian Saint Land.

The situation was better than the others. They did not dare to offend the people of the Haotian Saint Land because of some personal conflicts, lest they get revenge in the future.

Now, they heard that there was a ferocious man and a ferocious man who had killed the eight great Heavenly Prides of Haotian Saint Land. How could they believe this?

However, as the news was confirmed by the people who spread it, those who didn't want to believe it and treated it as a joke also understood that this was the truth. This was the truth.

When they confirmed the accuracy of the information, everyone was dumbfounded.

It was too unbelievable.

Who would dare to believe that there would be such information?

That was Dongfang Changhong, that was Asa, that was the Supreme Heavenly Pride of Haotian Saint Land. They had actually lost one of their men.

The first thought that emerged in everyone's mind was that the leader of Saint Asura Sect's generation had not only poked a hornet's nest, but also pierced through the heavens.

Given what he had done in the secret realm, once he left the secret realm, he was afraid that he would face the wrath of the Haotian Saint Land. There would be a King realm expert who would attack him with the strength of an Emperor Stage and kill him.

Thinking of the upcoming storm, a thought emerged in the minds of the disciples. They had to keep a low profile as much as possible. At the same time, they must not provoke those lunatics from the Saint Asura Sect.

They didn't want to die a tragic death in the secret realm like Dongfang Changhong and the other disciples of the Haotian Saint Land.

Naturally, the other two geniuses of the Haotian Saint Land in the secret realm had heard about such a major incident in the Haotian Saint Land. They also knew about this shocking news.

"Dongfang Changhong is dead? Even the other geniuses of Haotian Saint Land are dead?"

In a valley filled with strong winds, a man in battle armor was standing on a ferocious Giant Beast, his brows tightly furrowed.

This man was the number one genius amongst the young generation of the Haotian Saint Land, Sikong Woohwa.

According to the rumors, he was a Heavenly Saint Body. When he was born, he was born with the fortune of the heavens, and he was the son of heaven's mandate.

He was just like an ancient legend, like the son of the Heaven's Will. When he stepped into the realm of cultivation, all of his cultivation was like drinking water. It was as easy as flowing water.

He was like the son of the heavens, his path of cultivation had no bottlenecks at all. When others risked their lives to break through to the next realm, he had accumulated enough strength and immediately stepped into the next realm.

The most terrifying aspect of his physique was still his formidable strength.

Every single move he made seemed to affect the power of heaven and earth. Every strike was like a heavenly deity descending into the mortal world, like a divine king sweeping through the world, tyrannical to the point of making one suffocate.2

His rise had allowed the Haotian Saint Land to see a glimmer of hope that could rise to the next level.

He was also known as the future inheritor of Haotian Saint Land.

He had a solemn expression on his face when he heard the news.

He didn't expect that so many things would happen outside when he was trying to obtain good fortune in Hurricane Valley. Except for his sworn enemy, Xuanyuan Wuyi, the other eight people who had entered the secret realm with him had all died tragically. And they were all killed by a single person.

When he received the news, his first reaction was that it was fake. He knew how powerful Dongfang Changhong and the others were. They might not have the ability to fight for the championship of the Sacred Land Competition, but the number of people who could defeat them could be counted on one hand.

And this was only the number of people who could defeat them. Apart from himself and Xuanyuan Wuyi, it would be very difficult to find a third person who could kill them.

However, this news was really passed down to him by Xuanyuan Wuyi.

Given his understanding of Xuanyuan Wuyi, he would never mention it unless he was certain about it.

In other words, Dongfang Changhong and the other disciples of Haotian Saint Land had all fallen.

"Ao Lingchen, Saint Asura Sect Lord, this is interesting. I never thought that there would be such an amazing person in Saint Asura Sect. This is indeed out of my expectation."

Sikong Woohwa's face was expressionless, and his tone was cold.

Obviously, his mood wasn't as calm as those emotionless words. Instead, his Qi was overflowing.

A ruthless killing intent rose from his body. Along with the surging killing intent, the Giant Beast underneath his feet trembled as if it was experiencing a great fear.

"Ao Lingchen, very good. I will remember you. When we meet, it will be the time of your death."

Sikong Woohwa said coldly. The killing intent on his body became real as he spoke.

It could be seen how angry he was at this moment.

In Sikong Woohwa's heart, the Haotian Saint Land would belong to him from now on, no matter if it was Dongfang Changhong. In the future, it would be a part of his power. Now, his energy had been killed and destroyed by someone. To him, it was like slapping his own face. He naturally couldn't let go of the main culprit, Ao Lingchen.

While Sikong Woohwa's killing intent was surging, at this moment, on a mountain peak that was surrounded by raging flames not far away. A young man was floating on top of the magma pool. The corner of his mouth was slightly raised. “ Sikong Woohwa, I didn't know you knew Dongfang Changhong and the others were dead. How it would feel. In your heart, I'm afraid you have already regarded the Haotian Saint Land as your own. I'm afraid that you have gone berserk now."

This young man was the Xuanyuan Wuyi who had sent the message to Sikong Woohwa.

As one of the three heroes, the grudge between him and Sikong Woohwa was the deepest, because they all wanted to inherit the Haotian Saint Land. This was related to their future power, so naturally, there was something wrong between them.

Therefore, when Xuanyuan Wuyi received the news of the tragic deaths of the other geniuses in the Haotian Saint Land, he immediately sent the news to Sikong Woohwa. He wanted to stimulate this sworn enemy of his.

After a burst of mockery, a cold light flashed across Xuanyuan Wuyi's eyes. "Ao Lingchen, I will remember you."

In a secret cave far away, Ao Lingchen did not know that he was being targeted by two fierce men. At this moment, he was catching up with Ao Luoluo.

The content came from [Miegu Reading].

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