1900: C1900 The Weakness of the Disciples

C1900 The Weakness of the Disciples

"Your Excellency Xu Yang doesn't know this, although the seven of us have already reached the Martial God Realm. In the entire Ancient Martial Path, although the Martial God Realm is the peak that every martial artist dreams of, in fact, after stepping into the Martial God Realm, there will be a more detailed division of realms and levels of strength.

They were both Martial Gods. However, the strength of a late stage or even peak Martial God was far from what an early stage Martial God like us could compare with.

"The person hiding behind the ancient array and controlling our souls should be the same person. His strength should have reached the strength of a late-stage Martial God."

Xu Yang heard the important information Nangong gave him. Without thinking, he carved out the image of the self-righteous priest from his memory.

"Take a closer look, is it this guy?"

When Nangong saw the illusion in front of Xu Yang, he immediately began to search his memory. However, the more he wanted to dig out the content of the illusion from his memory, the more he felt a splitting headache. He instinctively hugged his head.

"No, I can't remember. My head feels like it's going to split open."

Xu Yang immediately realized that the reason why Nangong acted in such a negative way was because part of his memories had been forcibly modified by the guy who controlled his soul. All the information about the sacrifice had disappeared from the depths of his memories.

"Hahaha, Your Excellency Xu Yang, we meet again. Don't make things difficult for this guy. He can't find anything about me in his memory. If you didn't help him out of kindness, he would have turned into ashes by now."

At this moment, a very powerful spiritual force appeared at the edge of the battlefield. It was also because of the forceful interference of this force that the battlefield began to show signs of collapse.

The reason was simple. Xu Yang's soul origin and the powerful spiritual force that had suddenly intruded into the battlefield were simply too great. If it wasn't for Xu Yang's Law of Light, Nangong, who was in the middle, would have been instantly crushed by the pressure released by the two great spiritual forces.

Therefore, under Xu Yang's orders, Nangong immediately withdrew all of his mind energy, causing the surrounding dreamland space to collapse.

Not long after this, the souls of all the people in the dreamland battlefield quickly returned to their original bodies. In the middle of the battlefield, a golden-robed God Level follower was standing in the void. It was this guy who had used the power of the formation to invade the Soul World and control his soul consciousness.

However, Xu Yang could tell at a glance that this God Level follower didn't have the strength to suppress Nangong's soul. The reason why he did this was probably because of the power source of the so-called ancient formation. The others should be affected as well.

After regaining his senses, Nangong immediately came to Lan Ling'er's side. The reunion of the uncle and nephew had relieved a huge rock in their hearts. When Lan Ling'er saw that Nangong had returned to normal, she turned her gaze to Xu Yang, who was not far away.

"Uncle Nangong, how do you feel now? Did that bastard Xu Yang save you?"

Nangong gently nodded, "Silly girl, you don't have to worry. Seeing that you're not in danger, I'm relieved. However, the other six men of the Elders Association were also trapped in the Imperial Palace. Currently, they had to rely on Your Excellency Xu Yang to save them.

Oh! Right, I almost forgot to ask you who that fellow who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth who dared to kidnap you is. "Tell Uncle Nangong that I'll take revenge for you now."

Lan Ling Er stuck her tongue out with an awkward expression. Then, she made a helpless expression and pointed at Xu Yang's back with her finger.

Nangong chuckled.

"Alright, pretend I didn't say anything. Your Excellency Xu Yang's strength isn't something that old men like us from the Changyun Heavenly Sect can compare with. Even if your father, Sect Master, came here personally, he wouldn't be able to match Your Excellency Xu Yang's strength. He was no match for Your Excellency Xu Yang. "If you don't fight him, you will never understand how strong he is."

At this moment, Xu Yang was fighting with the disciple of the God Level warrior in golden robe not far away. When Nangong described him, there was no way he could hide the admiration in his eyes. It was also clearly seen by the strange Lan Ling Er.

"You are all Martial God Level warriors, and all of you are considered the strongest warriors in the Ancient Martial Supreme Dao range. I don't get it. No matter how strong Xu Yang is, can he still be above your Martial Gods?"

Nangong smiled bitterly and sighed.

"You are still far from reaching this level. You don't understand that there is a huge gap between a Martial God and a Martial God.

More importantly, I can sense that Xu Yang didn't display his true strength when he fought me. At most, he only used about thirty percent of his true strength.

He was able to gain an absolute advantage against me, a junior Martial God. In this way, you can boldly make a guess. What would he look like if he used one hundred percent of his strength? "

Lan Ling'er completely shut her mouth. He didn't want to discuss any issues related to the need for strength. Because doing so would only make her feel increasingly insignificant.

Rumble rumble rumble! Just as the two of them were discussing this hot topic, Xu Yang struck out his palm into the void. The golden robed disciple of the God Level warrior was instantly smashed into pieces by Xu Yang!

It was not because of any other reason, but because Xu Yang was getting tired of it. Every golden-robed disciple of the Martial God Level was one of the top fighters in the world.

However, if they met Xu Yang, it would be the same as drawing an end to their lives before sports. No one could be an exception.1

Xu Yang, who had dealt with these disciples of the dark forces many times, was very clear about their weakness. That was the only mark on their bodies.

That was the gathering of their medicinal Life Essences, and also the core of their entire martial power. As long as that mark was broken, their identity as disciples would disappear. Naturally, they would lose the powerful strength that they had originally been given based on their strength.

And this was also the only fatal weakness of these disciples. It was also a gap that was hard to make up between them and the true God Level warriors of the Homo Clan.

Even if these golden-robed disciples also possessed the strength of a God Level warrior, once their marks were broken, they would lose everything they had.

Simply put, these so-called disciples and believers were all war puppets hatched by the dark forces.

Their power did not belong to them at all. It was merely a temporary possession of the trade. Once they were defeated on the battlefield. These pitiful war machines would become worthless.

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