C330 Cultivators of the god realm

A black robed man descended from the sky. He was tall and sturdy, and his aura was restrained. There was the word "Xuan" carved on his forehead.

It was very obvious that this black-robed man was a member of the Devil Church.

Xuan Classed Man swept his gaze across the surrounding Martial Cultivator, and the corner of his mouth hooked into a disdainful sneer.

He did not say much as he strode towards the Chaos Sword.

When he entered the range of the sword pressure, his expression didn't change, and his steps were as light as ever.

After he walked fifteen steps, his expression changed.

However, it still could not affect his movements.

Surprise appeared on the faces of the surrounding Martial Cultivator and Monstrous Clans.

After a while, Xuan Classed Man arrived in front of the Chaos Sword.

At this moment, Xuan Classed Man's face was already completely pale, there were beads of perspiration trickling down his forehead. It was obvious that he was enduring the terrifying sword pressure, and his body had reached its limit.

After taking a deep breath, Xuan Classed Man reached out and grabbed the Chaos Sword's sword hilt.

Other than Ye Feng who looked normal, the other Martial Cultivator and Goblin Tribes all shook their heads in dissatisfaction.

In their eyes, the Chaos Sword should be taken away by the Xuan Classed Man.

Once Xuan Classed Man snatched away the Chaos Sword, then the strength of his Devil Church would definitely increase greatly. It was likely that there would be no peaceful days left in his entire Xuanwu Continent.

King of North Yan, Prime Minister Li and Marshal Great Qin Dynasty wanted to stop Xuan Classed Man, but they were powerless!

The Cultivation Breath released by the Xuan Classed Man was extremely powerful and had reached the Fifth Level of Martial Monarch!

If everyone here were to join hands, they would probably not be a match for Xuan Classed Man.

However, everyone's worries were unnecessary.

Because, the moment Xuan Classed Man grabbed onto the sword hilt of the Chaos Sword, something weird happened.

Xuan Classed Man's eyes turned from black to red, then back to black …

Red and black kept changing!

It was obvious that the Xuan Classed Man's mind was affected by the Chaos Sword.

After a while, Xuan Classed Man quickly let go of the sword hilt. His eyes stopped at the black color and did not change again.

Bean-sized perspiration had drenched Xuan Classed Man's entire body, his face was pale and he was panting.

It was obvious that he had expended a great deal of energy and had already reached his limit.

A trace of unwillingness flashed across his eyes as he helplessly left the Sword Altar.

The other Martial Cultivator and demons heaved a sigh of relief.

But then again, if even Fifth Level of Martial Monarch experts could not control the Chaos Sword, then who could?

Could it be that only Divine Realm experts have the qualifications to control the Chaos Sword?

Boom!

Just as the space descended into a deathly stillness, a gigantic rainbow pillar of light suddenly descended from the sky, smashing into the ground not too far away.

The expressions of everyone present changed!

The rainbow light pillar disappeared, and a blurry figure appeared at the place where the smoke and dust were rolling.

As the dust settled, a blurry figure clearly appeared in front of everyone.

It was a man in a yellow robe, with long, golden hair draped over his shoulders. His purple eyes shone with a strange light, and his body radiated a sacred aura.

"This is …" Divine Realm cultivators! " King of North Yan's face changed drastically.

The faces of the other Martial Cultivator s and demons also changed, even the faces of the Devil Church Xuan Classed Man s changed.

"The cultivators from the Divine Realm have come down, this Chaos Sword …" King of North Yan shook his head helplessly.

The golden-haired Divine Realm man did not even look around at the Martial Cultivator and demons, as if the ten people beside him were all empty air.

The golden-haired man directly walked towards the Sword Altar. Not long later, he arrived in front of the Chaos Sword, but his expression did not change.

Immediately after, the golden-haired man grabbed onto the Chaos Sword's sword hilt.

At this moment, the golden-haired man frowned slightly, a red light flashing across his eyes.

However, that was all!

"It seems that this golden-haired cultivator, Divine Realm, is going to snatch the Chaos Sword away!" The King of North Yan said.

Ding!

Suddenly, the golden-haired man pulled out the Chaos Sword s from the Sword Altar.

Just at that moment, the blood dragon on the Chaos Sword let out a dragon's roar, and the golden-haired man's expression changed greatly.

The golden-haired man firmly gripped onto the sword hilt, his body releasing a powerful divine aura, as though he was trying to suppress the Chaos Sword in his hands.

However, the Chaos Sword's dragon cry became even louder, the golden-haired man's face turned ugly, beads of perspiration appeared on his forehead, then his eyes turned from purple to red, then red to purple, both of their cycles!

Obviously, the golden-haired man's mind was also affected by the Chaos Sword.

After struggling for a while, the golden-haired man suddenly pushed the Chaos Sword back into the Sword Altar.

Only now did the golden-haired man's eyes return to normal.

Shaking his head, the blond man turned around and left the Sword Altar!

"No …" It can't be? Even Divine Realm Warriors could not control this Chaos Sword! "This …" King of North Yan was so shocked that his jaw almost fell off.

The void once more descended into dead silence.

No one tried to control the Chaos Sword anymore.

However, nobody left. They stood quietly outside the sword pressure, watching and waiting.

After waiting for a while, Ye Feng shook his head helplessly, and could only walk towards the Sword Altar step by step.

Originally, Ye Feng planned to wait until the surrounding Martial Cultivator and Goblin Tribe left before taking the Chaos Sword from them. However, the surrounding Martial Cultivator and Goblin Tribe members did not plan to leave, so Ye Feng could not wait any longer.

Firstly, it was unknown when Yellow Classed Man of the Demon Realm would attack Cosmic Star Tomb, and secondly, if they continued to wait like this, they were afraid that even stronger Martial Cultivator would come over and snatch the Chaos Sword away.

"Little brother Ye Feng, you …" Seeing Ye Feng walking towards the Sword Altar, King of North Yan was surprised, "Could it be that you want to try?"

Ye Feng nodded!

When the rest of the Spirit Demon beings saw that Ye Feng was going to snatch the Chaos Sword, their faces turned weird.

"Pfft!" Prime Minister Li immediately laughed, "This kid wants to snatch the Chaos Sword too? This is so funny! "

The Great Marshal of Great Qin Dynasty sneered, "Brat, don't waste your energy. Be careful not to get hurt by the pressure of the sword!"

"Ha ha!" The Demonic Dragon Race man laughed out loud, "What a foolish Homo Sapiens, to think that a mere Ninth Level of Martial General cultivation would dare to snatch a Chaos Sword!"

"I think the moment he walks into the sword pressure, he will be crushed by the sword pressure!" The Kirin man said.

"You're overestimating him. I think he won't even be able to get out of the range of the sword pressure!" The Lingfeng Clan man ridiculed.

Both the Ten Thousand Artifacts Gate Clan Master and the Divine Medicine Sect Clan Master had cold smiles on their faces, obviously thinking that Ye Feng was asking for trouble.

The corner of Xuan Classed Man's mouth hooked up into a sneer when he saw Ye Feng's actions. "You want to stain an ant in Chaos Sword?"

The golden-haired man looked at Ye Feng with disdain. Although he did not say anything, he still believed that Ye Feng would not succeed.

Ye Feng turned a deaf ear to the jeers from the crowd!

Boom!

Ye Feng stepped into the range of the sword pressure!

Everyone believed that Ye Feng was about to kneel down from the sword pressure!

However, Ye Feng just stood there, without even bending his knees; his expression did not even change in the slightest.

What the crowd saw was still Ye Feng, who had a faint smile on his face.

Boom!

Ye Feng took another step forward in the range of the sword pressure. His steps were light, as though he was walking in his own backyard, without any pressure!

The expressions on everyone's faces turned interesting, as if they had seen a ghost!