Chapter 415

Chapter 415

Chapter 415 – A Pseudo Saint Weapon, yet you dare to act arrogantly in front of me?!

“Could it be that the Cloud Dragon Emperor was scared silly by the Pill Emperor Xuan Yi ...”

Some cultivators asked in confusion, but soon, a few Emperors reacted and turned their gazes towards Xuan Yi.

“No! It wasn’t that the Cloud Dragon Profound Emperor was scared silly, but that the Emperor Xuan Yi’s sword was already his last trump card!”

Even though the Seven Slaughtering Sword Formation was still overflowing with killing intent, it was still the same as before.

But the crimson sword image that had once again condensed, be it in terms of sword intent or sword Qi, was comparable to the attack that had suppressed the Azure Dragon Carriage.

The difference was not just a small disparity.

The situation was very clear.

Xuan Yi’s previous strike was his strongest killing move. It could not be casually executed like an ordinary sword technique. On the other hand, even though the Cloud Dragon Profound Emperor had suffered a loss in that exchange just now, he was better than Xuan Yi.

However, it exceeded the Cloud Dragon Profound Emperor’s expectations.

After Xuan Yi was seen by him, not only did he not immediately flee, he remained indifferent.

No matter how he looked at his starry eyes, he felt a sense of pity directed towards him.

This caused the Cloud Dragon Profound Emperor to instinctively feel a trace of unease.

Xuan Yi shook his head and regretfully withdrew the Seven Slaughtering Sword Shadow.

With the support of the Grand Void Dao Domain, the Seven Slaughtering Sword shadow that was formed from the superposition of eight peak levels of sword intents had indeed been powerful.

Its killing power was quite extraordinary.

Unfortunately, it was not enough to kill a Half-step Sage Weapon.

At this moment, Xuan Yi’s Grand Void Dao Domain was only at an earlier stage, and he was unable to completely activate its full might.

But even so.

The divine might of that sword strike just now had caused the prestige of the Emperor Profound Sect to rise to 480 points.

Unfortunately, he was still twenty points away from completing the mission.

It seemed that he had to summon Ye Qingsong.

It was as if any cultivator could easily disperse it.

It collided with the mighty azure dragon pendant, shaking the entire world.

The world turned deathly silent.

Only a slight crack could be heard, it was almost inaudible.

However, in the blink of an eye, continuous explosions rang out from the sky. Booms thundered nonstop as if the apocalypse was near.

Under the terrifying eyes of the Cloud Dragon Profound Emperor, the half-step supreme treasure that devoured the karma of the Myriad Dragon Dynasty for a million years, the Azure Dragon Carriage, was beneath him.

The azure-robed old man’s seemingly incomparably casual attack cracked it bit by bit.

In the end, it completely shattered, turning into thousands of spiritual fragments that scattered all over the world!

Only when the Azure Dragon carriage completely dissipated did the green-robed elder finally speak.

“A mere Pseudo Saint Weapon? How dare you act arrogantly in front of me?”

His voice was not loud, but when it fell in the ears of everyone, it was no less than a thunderbolt.

It was a Pseudo Saint Weapon?

What kind of title had he given it?

No matter how bad the Azure Dragon chariot was, it was a half-step treasure. Relying on Myriad Dragon Dynasty’s karma, it was definitely expected to become a treasure of karmic luck after ten thousand years of refining.

But in the disdainful tone of the mysterious old man who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, he didn’t take the treasure as a thing at all, and even cursed it.

Many people secretly pouted in their hearts.

But only at the South Heavenly Gate, those who watched the battle with the highest status and the highest realm, the giants of the Holy Lands, could understand the strength of the old man!

For a time, their faces became pale, and their expressions were twisted with shock.

Especially when the green pine staff was slowly trembling in Ye Qingsong’s hands, the corners of their eyes were beating wildly.

Ordinary monks couldn’t see the depth, but they could recognize it.

The fluctuation of the green pine staff had already surpassed that of a Saint Weapon, and even the ordinary eighth-rank Saint Weapons could not be compared in front of it.

“This is an unparalleled treasure ... a top-grade Saint Weapon!”