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The Saint Ruler was not to be outdone, as he did not seem to be at a disadvantage at all. The giant golden body behind him clasped his hands together to protect the Saint Ruler while the Saint Ruler's body turned golden as well. This was the Immovable Golden Body of the Buddha clan, but it was even more powerful and with the protection of the golden body, it was difficult to break through its defensive powers, so the Saint Ruler had never met anyone who could break through his defenses.

Although he was full of confidence, when he saw Zhang Yan's imposing manner, which was unstoppable in her advance, and felt Zhang Yan's Clear Sky Sword Intent's powerful might, the Saint Ruler felt an inexplicable unease in his heart. He felt that the tragedy last time was about to happen again.

Last time, he was defeated by Zhang Yan's Clear Sky Sword Art, but this time, he could not let the tragedy happen again. He had to win this time, and he could not fail again, because if he did, then he would lose all his face, and his previous fame would disappear as well.

However, after Zhang Yan unleashed her full strength, the Saint Ruler felt a great pressure. He could feel a huge power being transferred from Zhang Yan's Moon Slayer Sword, whether it was the power of the laws, Spirit Energy, or simply power, the Saint Ruler was not Zhang Yan's match. He was completely suppressed.

The arm he was holding up was also that of a golem and he was raising his arm to block it, but at this time, he could barely even hold on to his golden-form any longer. Zhang Yan's crescent sword was slowly slicing apart the golden-form, which caused the Saint Ruler to be extremely shocked, and filled his heart with unwillingness.

He did not believe that he was not a match for Zhang Yan. He had already lost once and he did not want to lose a second time.

The Spirit Energy in his body was activated without restraint, and vowed to defend against Zhang Yan's sword even if it died. This was also a strike to his dignity.

However, in front of Zhang Yan, who had used all of her power, it seemed to have no effect. The current Zhang Yan was simply not something a Saint Ruler could compare to.

Zhang Yan's lips curled into a cold smile, and said with killing intent: "Go and die, it's over."

As soon as Zhang Yan finished her words, the crescent sword chopped apart the Revolving Saint Ruler's golden body, instantly slashing towards his neck. As long as the golden body of the Saint Ruler was sliced apart, the immovable body of the Saint Ruler would be nothing more than a void in front of Zhang Yan's crescent sword, unable to withstand the sharpness of the blade at all.

If this sword were to strike, the Saint Ruler would definitely die.

The Saint Ruler could also feel the killing intent coming from the crescent moon sword. Sensing the threat of death, the Saint Ruler still wanted to resist from the back, but he could not mobilize the Spirit Energy and could not form any form of resistance, so he could only rely on his Immovable Gold Body to block Zhang Yan's sword. He hoped that the Immovable Gold Body could block Zhang Yan's attack, since Zhang Yan had already consumed most of her energy and the remaining power was not too much.

However, the Saint Ruler did not know, even so, it was enough for Zhang Yan to instantly kill him. Zhang Yan's sword flashed, and just as she was about to slash at the Saint Ruler's neck, a figure suddenly appeared beside him.

The person held a staff in his hand, and used it to block Zhang Yan's crescent sword. Zhang Yan's crescent sword was instantly deflected, and the Saint Ruler was saved.

The Saint Ruler who was saved was terrified, his back was cold. At that moment, he was so scared that cold sweat broke out all over his body, he had thought that he would be buried under Zhang Yan's sword just like that.

That moment was the closest to his death and also allowed him to finally recognize Zhang Yan's innate strength. This brat was truly stronger than him, he was not Zhang Yan's match.

As for the old man, other than the Saint Ruler, he was the strongest monk in the group, the Thousand Blessings Sect. Although the old monk had blocked Zhang Yan's sword, his arm was still trembling.

What shocked the old monk even more was that the staff in his hand already had a crack. One must know that this was a saint artifact. Such a powerful saint artifact actually had a crack from the touch. Just what kind of treasure was this kid's sword? It must be extraordinary.

The old monk bowed with one hand and shouted, "Amitabha, please forgive me. Benefactor, is there a need to be full of hostility to kill everyone?"

Zhang Yan stood there and raised her eyebrows, she looked at the old monk in front of him with cold eyes, snorted and ridiculed: "I didn't think that the people from the Thousand Blessings Buddhist Sect would still be so shameless, saying that the one who wants to challenge me is you, and in the end the person who interferes is still you, you really are hypocrites with no respect at all, truly disgusting."

"Benefactor, why do you say that? I'm saving you, your killing intent is too strong, if this goes on, you will definitely suffer retribution. As the saying goes, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha; I advise you not to be stubborn, "the old monk said seriously.

"Hahahaha!"

"Young man, since you won't change even if you eat the ancient times, then don't blame me for being merciless." The old monk's face became ugly after hearing what Zhang Yan said, and said while looking at him coldly.

"Are you really that afraid of you? Even Saint Ruler is not my opponent. Do you think you alone can do it? " Zhang Yan snorted in disdain.

The old monk was about to make his move, but the people of Fatty standing by the side of Zhang Yan and snorted: "Why do you want to take turns fighting? Do you think we don't exist? "

Seeing that, the Thousand Blessings Sect people all walked up, and stood there glaring at Zhang Yan and the rest, as though they had the intention of attacking him the moment there was a disagreement.

However, Zhang Yan merely sneered, and said disdainfully: "Don't worry, I alone am enough to deal with this old fellow."

Dao Chen knew that Zhang Yan's Immortal Body's strongest point was her recovery ability, the consumption just now was nothing to Zhang Yan, so she did not continue fighting. Fatty and the rest saw through Zhang Yan's intentions and immediately retreated.

He could only stand at the back of the crowd, next to the child. He whispered into the child's ear, "Little ancestor, if you don't act, even if we can kill them this time, we will suffer great losses. You've already seen their strength, so you should teach them a lesson and let them know how powerful our Thousand Blessings Sect is."

The child's eyes were filled with curiosity as he looked at Zhang Yan. Upon hearing the Saint Ruler's words, he immediately walked over, tilting his head and saying, "You have a familiar aura about you that makes me feel familiar."

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