Chapter 6225: A Ghost?

Chapter 6225: A Ghost?

“Rumble!” The two desolate gods’ auras alone sealed all directions, preventing anyone from entering or leaving. The goal was to kill these juniors as fast as possible before they could call for help.

Letting them do so was akin to poking at multiple deadly beehives - Lankavatara Temple, Sacred Mountain, Desolate Frontier, and Orchid Academy. Their Devil Cult didn’t stand a chance.

The young group’s expression darkened after being trapped inside.

“Risk it all!” They understood the gravity of the situation.

The princess’ holy light and frost erupted. Orchidcore solemnly formed a sword mudra, summoning the trigram sword dao again. Monk Zhu raised a bowl with both hands, harnessing the power of Buddhism. Mu Hu didn’t say a word while swinging his wooden saber.

Mu Hu was the strongest among the four. Although the wooden saber was unimpressive, everyone had an illusion he was capable of dissecting heaven and earth. The saber momentum alone commanded respect.

“Desolate Saber Art!” Both Willow and Poplar recognized the saber intent. They could tell he was among the best of the young generation. Of course, his cultivation was far from the desolate god level.

Their reaction was one of astonishment, not fear. This saber art was truly supreme. If Mu Hu were stronger, they would not stand a chance.

“We’ll send you on your way now.” The two had murderous glimses in their eyes.

Two desolate gods against four juniors was overkill. However, time was of the essence.

Meanwhile, the young geniuses released all of their vitality and dao power. They wished to fight to the bitter end instead of asking for mercy.

Willow had no time to express his shock before losing control, aghast as his stick went right back at him.

He roared and formed a mudra, erecting multiple barriers. Alas, the stick still smashed through the barriers, sending him to the ground in a pulverized state.

“How dare you?!” Poplar roared and shouted: “Omnipresent Poplar!”

His saber energy immediately engulfed the battlefield but alas, he was only a desolate god. The figure casually waved and destroyed the tsunami before palm striking them directly.

Pieces of Poplar were sent flying, also creating pits on the ground.

The young geniuses were left speechless as a result.

“So strong!” Li Xian had never seen anything like this before.

A gentle breeze blew the fog away, revealing a woman who could be in her twenties or thirties. Then again, she could also just be sixteen. All in all, she gave the impression of an unwithering flower. Her age was not affected by time.

As she stood in a white dress, she instilled a calming presence into the restless world. Others didn’t dare nor want to disturb this serenity.

Words couldn’t describe her fairy-like beauty. Using the word “beautiful” was an insult when describing her. She was transcendent and otherworldly, freed from a single imperfection.

The lack of aura didn’t diminish others’ wish to prostrate before her, finding it to be the greatest honor.