Chapter 1279: Saint Battle

Chapter 1279: Saint Battle

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Everyone looked at Zhuo Fans grin with gaping mouths. Many of them started laughing and mocking his outrageous claim.

Zhuo Fan was the first in ages to challenge the Sacred Mountains.

He Haodong enjoyed deriding him, Whose fool are you? Are you so slow in the head to spout such nonsense?

I am the Luo clans steward, Zhuo Fan.

Youre that Zhuo Fan?

He Haodong was silent, then shouted, Youre the guy close to Qingcheng? Did you have something to do with her rescue?

Humph, it doesnt matter, since it has nothing to do with you.

Zhuo Fan smirked, flying with Luo Yunhai on his back, You dont need to know where youre going.

They turned to Zhuo Fan with lost gazes.

[Hes not even in the Profound Heaven Stage yet he can fly?]

Hes full of tricks!

One elder roared and flew after him. He shone golden and a giant with twelve shields appeared around him. He was a mid Saint.

Youre boasting and looking for trouble on the 6th Sacred Mountain, for that you will die here! You wont escape. Well see soon enough who among us will die!

Humph, as you wish.

Zhuo Fan quipped, letting black energy flood the heavens and taking the form of a black giant, violent and powerful.

They all gasped.

[Hes a Saint? How? How could anyone from the Eight Emperors lands have the arts to reach the Saint Stage?]

Reaching a higher stage needed more than just talent and perception. A cultivation method was paramount, needing a heaven ranked method to become a Saint.

But all such cultivation methods were long since monopolized by the Sacred Mountains.

For a Saint to appear outside of the Sacred Mountains was a slim chance, only through incredible talent or perception in creating their own heaven ranked cultivation method.

The Seven Sacred Mountains would pursue anyone that was such a man to join them, while the ones that refused just wandered about.

With few rogue Saints about, they were no threat and they werent stupid enough to attack the Seven Sacred Mountains, maintaining balance of the Sacred Domain.

It was unthinkable how someone had the nerve to use three of the Sacred Mountains disciples for pawns and then come take someone from their mountain. What was more, it was done by Zhuo Fan, whom they all knew to be weak.

Everyone was filled with bloodlust.

But then, his giant sported another black dragon head, while Zhuo Fan turned serious for once, Humph, youre peak Saint after all and have some skill.

Cut the crap and die!

He Haodong went on the offensive, his two thunderblades sending thousands of sword waves at Zhuo Fan.

Zhuo Fan had his Sacred Body dance through the strikes, suddenly pausing when the attacks stopped. Dozens of lashes appeared on his Sacred Body, his scales broke, turning to dust.

Zhuo Fan shook and blood leaked from his mouth.

Luo Yunhai cried, Big brother Zhuo, are you alright?

Mountain Lord is formidable! The crowd cheered seeing Zhuo Fan being pushed back.

[Theres nothing amazing about getting a couple dozen hits in from thousands. This guy is good.]

He Haodong saw the truth and his expression grew grave.

He was a peak Saint while the other was a fresh one. It should be an easy job killing him. But the way he avoided most of his attacks showed he lost in that exchange.

If they were of equal cultivation, then he himself would die in one hit.

[This kid isnt normal, thats why Elder Lu suffered.]

He Haodongs thunderblades flashed through the air as he went for Zhuo Fan, blocking any chance at dodging.

Luo Yunhai cried, Big brother Zhuo

Mountain Lord, kill him! Those below cheered.

Zhuo Fan squinted and shouted, Come, my sword!

Yes, father!

Whoosh!

The ignored Sword Child flew in the sky, turning into a black blade and entering Zhuo Fans hand.

He Haodongs violent sword hacked at Zhuo Fan.

Boom!

With a sudden thunderclap, a black glow shone and the sword vanished.

Everyone looked agape, with He Haodong staggering back two steps as the two thunderblades in his hands crumbled.

He Haodong coughed blood and shuddered. He watched as Zhuo Fans giant held a black longsword, the same one his real body was holding.

Both of them had black flames licking its blade, eerie and siniste