Chapter 2930: Chapter 1539: Three Punches and Two Kicks Disable a Demi-Saint, the Overlord Saboteur in the Chaos

As the soul returned to the god…

he saw the golden crown long stick, whirling and carrying his own Inscription Stele black saber, smashing through the protective layer of the White Dragon Armor with the back of the blade and deeply penetrating his chest!

“I fuck your grand…puh!”

Smack smack smack smack, chi chi chi chi!

The Inscription Stele Divine Instrument black saber Yan swallowed, didn’t break, Changyi’s tiger’s mouth burst open, hand bones shattered, his entire arm was smashed to pieces.

Ribcage crushed, ribs pulverized, the black saber fiercely refused the Owner devouring, but still cleaved his heart to pieces.

A surge in the right eye socket…

He finally understood why the eyeball of the demi-saint Dun Ling, known for his defense, would bizarrely fly out.

Blood gushed from the seven orifices…

To say nothing of the eyeballs being blown away, not a single one of the two rows of teeth was left intact.

Just one stick!

It was just one stick!

“Boom boom boom boom boom…”

Changyi felt he had smashed through an entire mountain, and even in death, the momentum did not wane.

The feeling in his hands was gone.

The feeling in his feet was gone, too.

Just the force of one stick, how could it come to this!

“Who the fuck are you ahhhh——”

Rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble!

Three breaths, ten mountains.

After he had blasted through the last mountain and the force finally ceased, the long three breaths ended, and he gained a slight control over his body again…

Changyi panicked.

The saber was gone, and he was about to die.

Without hesitation, he drew his trump card.

“Blood Sacrifice·Feiyi Sacred Body!”

The blood spraying from his body formed divine path patterns, weaving into his physique.

Like the shedding of a snake’s skin, Changyi leaped up, leaving behind a layer of blood-colored scab, transforming into a boundless giant python that blotted out the sky and sun.

That python seemed to come from ancient times, exuding an aura of the primordial, its body dark as ink, its scales crimson red…

“Vertical cleave.”

Changyi hadn’t reacted yet, and heard such an indifferent voice.

In the Feiyi Form, the world, now colorless, was incredibly blurry. His now intensified senses, however, locked onto a black stick image descending from the sky!

It was bigger than Feiyi, striking right at the vital seven inches.

Descending from behind the bald man, it was like a sword image, like the shadow of the Ancestral God.

“Thud.”

“Gurgle gurgle…”

The Feiyi disappeared.

The human figure returned.

Changyi’s head dropped to the ground, rolling forward two body lengths.

The headless corpse thudded onto the ground, the blood merging into the stream, happily staining the riverbank red.

“Thud.”

The scalding golden crown long stick stopped sloping in front of his eyes, and the head bounced twice on the ground like a ball.

Changyi’s expression became blank, and he recognized it.

One of the nine supreme divine weapons, and one of the few that could rank on the Heavy Weapon List like the Shattered Shield—a weapon—the Overlord!

So…

Is he The Divine?

What about that Ten High Nobles nonsense?

I heard they are the strongest ten people in recent times, but aren’t they from the younger generation?

Is the younger generation this strong now?

The leader of the Banquet also cultivates his physique, no, he transforms his physique. With his ability, if he came, he could withstand one stick… perhaps?

The Divine flicked away the Overlord, which turned into a black dot and vanished. Squatting down, he looked at the head on the ground:

“A bit of substance, but not much.”

Fuck your mom!

I fuck your grandpa!

You have the guts to stand there and let me chop you once, see if I don’t cleave you to death. Only covert attacks, what kind of good… man…

Was it really a covert attack?

Changyi despairingly closed his eyes.

He had come to understand everything; The Divine’s hostility was not hidden either, quite generously wanting to end him.

One could say his battle consciousness was no weaker than that of the opponent, but even after realizing it, what then?

One stick!

What about the Northern Region Seven Stars…

What about the demi-saint War Madman…

Changyi laughed, a wretched laugh, silent tears mixed with blood sliding down from his nose.

A stick, knocked the shit right out of me!

I seriously doubted that my demi-saint position had cracked open!

Oh…

I still have a demi-saint position, huh?

Me, a demi-saint?

I’m just a piece of trash! A complete worthless dog!

“Deng Kou, Dun Ling, my brothers… let them go… kill me…”

Changyi didn’t want to live anymore.

He no longer wanted to ask why the conflict started; he had no right to.

The rules of the frontline battlefield were such: you win, you have the right to speak; you lose, you are nothing.

“Hey!”

The Divine Force smacked this head with a heavy slap.

Every person defeated by him felt this way—heart as dead as ashes, as if there’s nothing in the world worth longing for.

From thirty years ago until now, in every battle, the defeated all felt this; The Divine himself didn’t know why.

Lose?

He’d lost when he was young too?

As a child, he couldn’t outpunch the kid next door, got his head beaten bloody, and went home to bandage the wounds in a corner by himself.

But he trained! Just trained and hit back!

Beat their heads to a pulp, and they knew better than to dare!

What does it mean to lose confidence—the thing men fear most is losing their self-confidence.

But…

Strict with oneself, lenient with others.

The Divine wouldn’t force anyone. He would only offer a symbolic word of encouragement, as long as the person could survive:

“Get a grip, at least you’re not dead, you took one of my sticks.”

Changyi spat out a mouthful of blood and fell silent completely.

The person was still decent, remembering his brothers even at death’s door… The Divine instead muttered to himself:

“The one with the lantern is Deng Kou, and the one with the shield is Dun Ling, right?”

“I came across them on the way. The power of guidance of the Holy Emperor’s will was guiding them, all of you, running in this direction.”

“I met six demi-saints, all just like that, none of them realized it.”

The power of the Holy Emperor’s guidance?

Changyi’s eyes flew open, and a streak of astonishment flitted through the blurry, blood-colored world.

He had not realized it either.

The Divine continued, “So, I kindly asked them to stop…”

“Cough!” Changyi coughed up a mouthful of blood, “How did you… call them, my brothers… are not… violent, they wouldn’t… have a conflict… with you…”

The Divine tilted his head and snorted, “In a rush to be reincarnated? Those six demi-saints I helped stop, and even then, you wouldn’t believe in it?”

“Pfft.” Changyi spat out some blood, closed his eyes, and had enough.

The Divine shrugged his shoulders, sat down on the spot, grabbed a head, and jammed it onto Changyi’s bleeding neck, “You know, they called me trash…”

He didn’t have many elixirs. He crushed half a Little Rejuvenation Pill, saved the other half, and then smeared the powder on Changyi’s severed neck wound:

“No need to say more, whoever has the bigger fist has the right to call people trash.”

“Moreover, I have some questions too; it’s better if everyone stays calm so that we can have a good talk.”

After waiting for the person to get a bit better, The Divine finally asked his purpose for coming here:

“Why have so many demi-saints suddenly come in?”

“Are you all rushing in that direction because of Xu Xiaoshou?”

Yes, The Divine also had the Ancestral God Ranking in his palm and could know Xu Xiaoshou’s current location with a thought.

The Dark Forest’s rules for sustaining life were quite miraculous, originally the best place for comprehending the Human Realm Dao.

However, with the power of the evil god scattered everywhere and the guidance of the Holy Emperor’s will causing trickery, it’s not a place to stay for long.

And yet, these fools rushed headlong into it.

Xu Xiaoshou could be forgiven, probably having his own thoughts, but what were these demi-saints plotting?

Hearing that, Changyi was stunned for a moment and said:

“It’s an Invitation to Saint.”

“But we came in just for fun, we didn’t plan to kill Xu Xiaoshou…”

It was the guidance!

The Holy Emperor’s guidance, directing all the demi-saints towards that forest?

Changyi was suddenly alert and then thought, could it be that even the many demi-saints entering the ruins and the issuance of the Invitation to Saint were guided?

“Just for fun?”

The Divine, however, didn’t share Changyi’s shock, chuckled as he pulled something from his chest, took out a crystal gemstone, and said with a chuckle:

“It’s not as simple as just fun now.”

“When I was stopping people, I accidentally killed one.”

“He should have been a demi-saint in his own right, not an incarnation, this thing came out with the shit and piss, just got punched out of him.”

Changyi’s pupils dilated as he stared at that dazzling crystal gemstone, dumbfounded.

A demi-saint position?!

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