C36 Saint Artifact
The silver-gowned youth used reality to prove that the spear was dyed in blood. The spear shot out like a dragon, and a silver-white ray of light turned into a giant dragon. With a long roar, it pierced through the sky and created a huge crack in the sky.
Everyone could also see the color of the sky. It was the color of stars.
A middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe and an imperial crown slowly walked forward. A star fell from the sky and turned into a small pellet that was placed in the emperor's palm.
It could be seen how terrifying they were, which made people tremble in fear.
Kill!
With a flash, he appeared in front of the Emperor. The two of them were less than three meters apart. With a flash of his spear, he stabbed at the Emperor.
The Emperor flicked a bullet and a star collided with the spear.
Boom!
The star was directly blasted apart, turning into dust that scattered throughout the sky.
Then, the two of them carried out a world-shaking decisive battle. However, the attacks were too terrifying, the damage too great. No one could see what was happening. The battle between the two of them was surrounded by light. Without sufficient strength, it was simply difficult to see.
A voice full of unwillingness sounded, "You have to kill for me with my inheritance...!" They did not hear what came after.
When the scene disappeared, everyone was slightly shocked.
A sigh spread out! A disappointed voice rang out. It was the same for the planet. It did not have the successor I wanted. Since it was me, then forget about it.
An invisible light enveloped the entire scene, and Hong Feng could clearly feel that he was gradually forgetting what he had just seen. He was also shocked. He thought to himself, "Remove my memories!"
"I don't want to. Why do you want to erase my memories?" However, struggling was useless, because his memories were still gradually blurring.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared. This shadow was none other than the pale-faced scholar. Hmph!
A cold snort suddenly caused the spear to tremble slightly, and a trace of fear was emitted from the spear.
"Kill him! You can't erase his memories!" The white-faced scholar said coldly.
The long spear let out a buzzing sound. The silver-white light left Hong Feng's side and began to wipe away the rest of the people.
Soon, the lost memories were restored. A trace of gratitude flashed through Hong Feng's heart as he looked at the white-faced scholar's shadow.
Before Hong Feng could say anything? The White-Faced Scholar's shadow disappeared.
Everyone's memories were wiped away. The long spear carried with it a sadness as it slid across the sky to find the successor it needed.
The world also suddenly retreated. In the blink of an eye, it was the move that Fenn Wutong used in actual combat. Everyone also slowly recovered.
Extinguishing All Things. When he used his technique, a golden light suddenly appeared. In an instant, it attacked the long staff in an attempt to destroy it.
And the long staff was not something that could be found in a pond. After a few moments of sparring, it finally ended in a draw.
The two did not stop fighting. It was a situation of life and death.
Ding, ding, ding, ding!
The two of them took out their respective weapons and began to fight.
Clink, clank, clank!
Each strike produced ripples.
Absolute head-on clash, absolute life and death, there was no other choice.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The two of them fought from the east to the west. They fought from the sky to the ground, and the ground was extremely fragile. They created a deep pit and hit the surface of the lake from the ground. A huge wave rose more than ten meters into the air. Then, the two of them fought in the air.
The surrounding spectators were all stunned. They thought that it was truly terrifying.
In the end, the two of them returned to the air. Blood flowed out from the corners of their mouths, and their bodies also had quite a few injuries.
"You're not bad, you have enough strength to make me take out my clan weapon." Van Yehua said.
A long sword appeared. It was not an illusionary long sword, but a real long sword.
There were dried blood stains on the sword. Hong Feng felt uneasy looking at the blood stains. He felt even more scared.
Someone cried out in alarm! It was the blood of a Battle Saint.
When everyone heard this, they stared at the sharp sword.
"That's right. This is our holy artifact, the Sacred Sword of Drinking. My ancestors used this sword to kill Battle Saint. This is the blood that was left behind. And this Sacred Sword of Drinking is also a Sacred Weapon, used by a Battle Saint. I'll use it to kill you now!" Van Yehua said.
Everyone from the Van Clan cheered. They had always thought that as long as they took out their holy artifact, they would be invincible amongst Battle Master warriors.
The holy artifact had a spirit, as if it hadn't been born for a long time. At this moment, it suddenly appeared, and it trembled slightly. It was a thirst for blood.
Van Yehua casually waved his hand. Although it looked light, a blood-red ray of light streaked across the sky and struck.
When everyone looked at this blood-red light, they felt as if they were faced with a boundless sea of blood. They were unable to dodge or avoid it, and they were about to merge into the blood and become one of them.
This was a terrifying attack. At this moment, Van Yehua's casual attack was several times stronger than before, and his combat strength had also increased by several times.
Fenn Wutong was startled as well. He hurriedly took out a long sword. The sword had a spirit, as if it had encountered its natural enemy. It buzzed and trembled slightly in Fenn Wutong's hand, wanting Fenn Wutong to attack as soon as possible.
Fenn Wutong didn't dare to block it. He swung his sword, and a red ray of light streaked across like a falling meteor. Its speed was so fast that it stunned everyone.
Boom! Boom!
A loud explosion resounded across the sky, and it was so intense that it made people lose their eyesight for a short period of time.
Van Yehua was also slightly shocked. He didn't expect Fenn Wutong to have a Battle Saint weapon as well.
"You're not the only one who has a Battle Saint weapon. Although this holy artifact of mine has never killed anyone before, its power is not even comparable to yours!" Fenn Wutong said.
When the surrounding people heard this, they were all slightly shocked. No one had thought that Fenn Wutong would have a Battle Saint weapon. One should know that... In the current era, there weren't many Saints, so the number of Battle Saint weapons was greatly reduced.
The Battle Saint weapon had increased their combat strength by several times, and at the same time, the damage it caused was even more terrifying. Every strike caused the air to tremble and buzz.
Zi! Zi! Zi! The sound of the tip of the sword rubbing against each other could be heard.
A set of sword moves were launched, and the two of them even cracked the space between them.
People were also incomparably shocked by this, because it was too terrifying, and it made people tremble in fear.
The two people who were holding the holy artifact were almost invincible amongst those of the same level. Unless they had the same holy artifact, they would be blown apart by the two of them in a single exchange.
Very quickly, after dozens of attacks, the two of them were still evenly matched. After all, it was very difficult to determine a victor among those of the same cultivation level.
The two of them had similar fighting techniques, and their fighting techniques were also incomparably fierce.
The thick ink-black clouds squeezed together. From the looks of it, it seemed like it was going to rain in the sky.
Not long after, a drizzle began to float in the sky. However, not a single person left. Each and every one of their eyes widened as they looked at the two people fighting in the sky.
Boom!
Several hundred moves passed.
Finally, the victor was decided between the two.
Van Yehua's phantom image was destroyed, and Fenn Wutong's phantom image was also beaten until it lost an arm and half of its body fell back.
The strongest person lost, and so did the people below. There was no need for this battle to continue.
Fenn Luan shouted loudly, Captain, mighty!
Everyone also shouted in unison, "Commander is mighty, commander is deceitful, commander is omnipotent!"
Fenn Wutong laughed and said, "Louder, I can't hear you!"
Everyone made a sound of agreement, and at the same time, they did not forget to make a disdainful gesture.
Fenn Wutong also felt a little awkward, and quickly turned to look at Van Yehua and changed the topic. "Old man, who just told me to know that a Battle Master who has the same combat strength of 9,000 has a different combat strength?"
"Junior!" Van Yehua wanted to threaten him, but when he thought that he could not defeat the opponent, he could only hold back his words.
"In the future, as long as a stronghold of Van Clan appears within a hundred miles of Ferocious Beast Forest, we will kill them all without mercy!" Fenn Luan said.
"Old thing, did you hear that? If there is another stronghold of Van Clan within a hundred miles, we will kill them all." Fenn Wutong's expression was serious and he spoke coldly. At the same time, his killing intent was aroused.
Van Yehua let out a cold snort. With a flick of his sleeve, he turned into a ray of light and flew away. At this moment, he no longer had the face to stay any longer.
"Old Ancestor, don't go! Old Ancestor, Old Ancestor, take me away! Old Ancestor, Old Ancestor!" Someone hastily said. However, Fan Ye didn't even turn around to look at him.
"Big Brother Wu, Big Brother Qi, Big Brother Chi, what do you think about these people?" Fenn Luan asked.
"Anyone who offends the Boys Group will be killed without mercy!" Before the three of them could speak, Fenn Wutong spoke.
"Kill!"
Everyone immediately started killing each other! This was a massacre, a clear warning for the audience to see. Anyone who offends the Boys Group will be punished even if they are far away!
It was more than enough for Fenn Wutong to make his move. There were many experts who won, and these experts used this to kill those experts who were at their level.
After a quarter of an hour passed, corpses were left on the ground.
Van Yehua returned, but when he returned and saw this scene, his eyes widened.
His furious voice was filled with disbelief, "Junior, you dare to destroy my stronghold!"
"How about destroying your stronghold? If you have the ability, come and destroy my stronghold. I, Feng, will wait here." Fenn Wutong said.
"Alright! Fenn Wutong, I will remember this. Once I become a Saint, I will definitely destroy you." Van Yehua said.
"You? You haven't even stepped into the Battle Saint yet, but I have already stepped into the Battle Saint. When the time comes, I will definitely kill you." Fenn Wutong said.
The furious Van Yehua knew that he couldn't defeat Fenn Wutong, so he coldly harrumphed. He would never forget this grudge. When he saw the people of Young Mercenary Group again, he would definitely kill them.
"Old thing, if you dare to slaughter the people of Young Mercenary Group outside, I will definitely come here and destroy your entire family." An even more arrogant and naked threat.
Van Yehua coldly harrumphed, turned around and left without saying anything.
Seeing Van Yehua leave, someone said, "We have collected the spoils of war."
Everyone also rushed over without saying anything.
"Calm down, calm down. Do you know what happened? I heard that there are many warehouses in Van Clan. There are even more hidden places. There are only a small portion of them on the surface."
When everyone heard this, they said, "Don't tell me you know?"
"I don't know. But it knows." The middle-aged man pulled out a youth from behind him. This youth was the one who had come to the trial.
"Kid, do you know that the storage units of your Van Clan are all like that?" The middle-aged man asked.
The young man quickly nodded and said, "Yes, I know. Although he hadn't been here for long, he still knew that the warehouse was there. "
"That's good. Kid, come with me. If you obtain the treasure, I can definitely guarantee your life and let you leave." The middle-aged man promised.