Chapter 782: Surprisingly there is a Saint Realm, Sacred Arms, Yin Rurong Defeated Greatly

Chapter 782: Chapter 782: Surprisingly there is a Saint Realm, Sacred Arms, Yin Rurong Defeated Greatly

The skies above Whitefloat City.

Yin Rurong stared at the two mysterious strong characters before her, her complexion dark and uncertain.

The City Lord of Tianmiao Holy City hastily said:

“Holy Master, do not panic!”

“At most, they are hidden Four-Turn Quasi-Saints with decent strength, but you are the Holy Master of our Tianmiao Holy Land, and you possess Sacred Arms. To suppress them would be a piece of cake, wouldn’t it?”

The City Lord of Tianmiao Holy City spoke in a low voice.

Hearing this, Yin Rurong nodded her chin, agreeing that it was indeed the case, and she looked coldly towards the Ancient Sacred True Dragon.

“Dare to run wild in Tianmiao Holy City, are you courting death?”

Her voice was very cold, echoing throughout the entire place.

The people of Whitefloat City were all flabbergasted.

Running wild in Tianmiao Holy City?

What did she mean?

Could it be that these two mysterious individuals had caused trouble there before?

The backer of Tianmiao Holy City was Tianmiao Holy Land. If these two dared to stir up trouble there, wouldn’t that be akin to digging up the earth on Tai Sui’s head?

“We were engaged in a fair trade.”

The Ancient Sacred True Dragon was not the least bit flustered; he possessed the true strength of the Saint Realm and had no reason to fear Yin Rurong.

He waved his hand and casually said:

“Little sister, if there’s nothing else, you better be on your way. Don’t disturb this Saint from enjoying the music at Goulan.”

Upon these words, the place fell into a dead silence.

Calling Yin Rurong “little sister,” his audacity was simply too great!

Giggle! Giggle!

Yin Rurong was so angry that she kept grinding her teeth, emitting a chillingly sharp noise.

Atop Misty Peak.

Ye Feng spat out a mouthful of tea on the spot.

“Damn!”

“Daring to call Yin Rurong little sister, Ancient Sacred True Dragon is badass!”

“Looking over the entire Shenzhou, only he, with his status at the level of a Saint Realm posing as False Heavenly Dao, would dare to say that, right?”

“Now, the real show begins!”

Ye Feng wiped the tea for his mouth.

He spent a strand of Power of Destiny to deduce what the Ancient Sacred True Dragon and the Star River Quasi-Saint had done in Tianmiao Holy City, and understood the cause and effect.

“So that’s what happened.”

Ye Feng felt a bit touched.

As it turned out, the Ancient Sacred True Dragon and Star River Quasi-Saint had deliberately shattered the grounds of the City Lord’s Mansion in Tianmiao Holy City to stand up for Misty Sect. They had indeed done a good deed.

In the high skies.

Yin Rurong’s face turned purple with rage.

“You brat, you’re looking for death!”

Yin Rurong roared furiously.

To shatter the City Lord’s Mansion of Tianmiao Holy City was official business, but this term “little sister” had turned the matter into a personal vendetta.

Yin Rurong showed no mercy.

As soon as she made her move, it was a colossal palm print covering a hundred miles, overshadowing the sun and the moon, its momentum was tremendous.

“Little sister, you’re too weak.”

The Ancient Sacred True Dragon swept his sleeve and the palm print rapidly crumbled.

“Hiss!”

Everyone couldn’t help but take a sharp intake of breath.

“How is that possible?” Yin Rurong’s expression changed drastically; that was her furious blow, and it had been easily nullified?

What exactly was the background of these two?

The people from various powers also started to speculate.

“Seems like we’ve hit an iron plate!” The breathing of the City Lord of Tianmiao Holy City paused, feeling a hint of foreboding.

“Little sister, you can’t beat this Saint. Better go home and play!”

The Ancient Sacred True Dragon waved his hand, his face calm.

Yin Rurong was so furious she almost gnashed her teeth to pieces.

“Die!”

She was thoroughly enraged.

Lifting her hand, she took out a sphere of light.

The immense Saint Might erupted, sweeping across hundreds of thousands of miles in an instant, and everyone felt as though Doomsday had come, sitting down hard on the ground.

This was a Sacred Arm!

“So, this person really has brought out Sacred Arms. Ancient Dragon bro, I’m gonna retreat first,” said Star River Quasi-Saint, quickly exiting the main battlefield.

At Misty Peak.

Ye Feng raised an eyebrow.

“Yin Rurong did that on purpose, didn’t she?”

“Daring to use a Sacred Arm above our Whitefloat City, a slight mishap and the tens of millions of civilians below could be affected. She’s trying to take this chance for revenge!”

Ye Feng’s expression was icy, ready to take action at any moment.

If Yin Rurong injured anyone from Whitefloat City or Misty Sect, he would, despite the risk of relentless conflict with Tianmiao Holy Land, shatter her Sacred Arms on the spot.

Even she would die!

“Sacred Arms!”

“What an awful pressure!”

“It’s hardly different from the pressure that Mist Saint and Saint Emperor Lingwei exuded back then. Tianmiao Holy Land truly deserves its reputation for profound heritage, readily granting such Divine Weapons even to those not in the Saint Realm.”

The emergence of the Sacred Arms caused a sensation in all directions.

“Yin Rurong’s actions are too reckless!” Yu Luo Quasi-Saint from Myriad Transformation Holy Land’s expression darkened.

He could tell that Yin Rurong deliberately engaged in battle above Whitefloat City to intimidate Misty Sect.

But this was like dancing on a volcano!

Sooner or later, she would get burned!

“Little sister, you think you can suppress me just because you have Sacred Arms? You are far too young!”

The Ancient Sacred True Dragon laughed heartily, arms folded.

“Die for me!”

Being publicly called “little sister” again, Yin Rurong’s eyes reddened with anger.

It was not crying.

It was rage!

Boom!

The Sacred Arms emitted a terrifying brilliance, like billions of Heavenly Swords, all slashing toward the Ancient Sacred True Dragon.

“Little sister, you’re not up to the task!”

The Ancient Sacred True Dragon laughed once more.

The next moment.

A tremendous Saint Might erupted.

He transformed into a True Dragon, thousands of feet long, and a single breath turned the whole world dim.

The light blades of the Sacred Arms shattered completely.

They scattered like specks of stars, beautiful and staggering.

Bang!

The Ancient Sacred True Dragon extended his claw, striking Yin Rurong, seizing the glowing Sacred Arms. The overpowering Saint Might bore down, causing the weapon’s radiance to weaken and eventually extinguish.

The true form of the Sacred Arms was revealed.

It was a musical instrument.

A flute!

“So, this is the Sacred Arms of Tianmiao Holy Land!”

Observers were nearly popping their eyes out at the sight of the flute gripped by the Ancient Sacred True Dragon, their faces filled with disbelief.

“Impossible!”

“How can there be a Saint Realm in this world that we don’t know of, and moreover, an actual Sacred True Dragon!”

Yin Rurong was hurled away, smashing through a mountain. When she flew back into the sky, her face was full of shock.

The True Dragon before her was truly of the Saint Realm!

Her words sent shockwaves across the world.

Powerful individuals watching the battle over Whitefloat City through the Heavenly Eye, and hearing Yin Rurong’s screams, all changed color.

“Little sister, did you think that having Sacred Arms would allow you to do whatever you want?”

The Ancient Sacred True Dragon reverted to his human form, his Saint Might vast.

The flute in his hand trembled continuously, playing ancient notes. While energy waves burst forth, it still couldn’t break free from the Ancient Sacred True Dragon’s claw.

“I’ll be keeping this Sacred Arms for now.”

“When you realize your mistake, come and ask me for it… if you can find me, that is.”

The Ancient Sacred True Dragon tightened his grip on the flute and left with the Star River Quasi-Saint.

“Don’t!”

Yin Rurong’s eyes were filled with fury.

Without the Sacred Arms, her pathway injuries would be impossible to heal. How could she attain sainthood then?

For her, the Sacred Arms were her lifeline!

She unleashed a terrible force, targeting the Ancient Sacred True Dragon’s departing form.

“Hmph, obstinately stubborn, out of my way!”

With a turn and a palm strike, the Ancient Sacred True Dragon forcefully sent Yin Rurong deep into the ground. She was covered in mud and sand, her hair in disarray, in a sorry state.

Then.

The words of the Ancient Sacred True Dragon, as if from the Heavenly Dao itself, echoed in Yin Rurong’s mind.

“This, is the consequence of offending Misty Sect!”

As soon as the words fell, the Ancient Sacred True Dragon and the Star River Quasi-Saint tore through the void, vanishing at the end of the sky.

“Misty… Misty Sect!”

Buried deep underground, Yin Rurong mulled over those words, disbelief filling her eyes.

Misty Sect had a Saint?

What kind of power was this!

Yin Rurong was nearly driven to madness.

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