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The Northern Ocean Clone directly relaxed his grip on the Fish Dragon Spear, his figure like the wind as the roc ascended the nine heavens, evading this desperate move of his opponent’s.
He easily arrived behind the golden-armoured martial practitioner.
The Northern Ocean Clone substituted spear with fist, now punching straight at the back of his head!
A crimson dot of blood appeared at the front of the golden-armoured martial practitioner’s head, right between his eyebrows.
The bloodstain expanded unceasingly, finally having transformed into a massive hole of blood!
This golden-armoured martial practitioner was beaten to death on the spot by Yan Zhaoge’s Northern Ocean Clone!
The Northern Ocean Clone leisurely went back around his opponent who was already a corpse, casually pulling out the Fish Dragon Spear with absolute ease.
In contrast to this, the other Grand Xuan Dynasty martial practitioners all felt fearful, a chill shooting through the bottom of their feet up their spines and to the top of their heads.
At this moment, they no longer had the confidence and motivation to go on.
Everyone began scattering and fleeing for their lives, only hoping that Yan Zhaoge would not pursue them as they hoped that the Northern Ocean Clone would just target someone else.
As for how to account for things to King Xuanmu afterwards, this was already no longer something they had the leisure to consider.
Only one thought remained in their minds now, and that was how to flee alive from Yan Zhaoge!
This young man’s methods were really too powerful, inexplicably powerful to an unbelievable extent!
Seeing this, the Northern Ocean Clone smiled. His figure moved, streaking across the heavens and earth as he had already caught up with someone, impaling him dead with a single spear.
He then spun around, chasing in another direction and impaling a second person.
He was so fast that his opponents could not even think about running.
A Grand Xuan Dynasty martial practitioner who was fleeing in the opposite direction heaved a sigh of relief, continuing to flee.
Yet, a sword-light flew over from the distance, chopping his head right off!
One hand behind his back, Yan Zhaoge wielded the Glorious Rainbow Sword with the other, utterly composed as he seemed to be taking a casual stroll. Yet, there was only despair his opponents felt.
After slaying someone else, Yan Zhaoge gazed in a certain direction amidst space, smiling, “Long time no see, Mister Chen. How have you been, Mister Bai?”
The figures of Chen Zhiliang and Bai Ziming appeared in the distant horizon.
They were a little unable to reply as they instead gazed at all that was happening, unable to speak for a long time.
They had originally come here to take a look at the Radiant Light Sect’s situation. Who knew that they would actually end up seeing such an unexpected scene instead.
Yan Zhaoge spoke casually, “Oh, right. Your jade pendant is still with me, Mister Bai. I didn’t have a chance to return it to you previously.”
Recovering from his stupor, Bai Ziming hurriedly said, “It is fine.”
He involuntarily looked around the area again, murmuring in praise, “Unbelievable, unbelievable…”
Chen Zhiliang looked at the Northern Ocean Clone before his gaze then fell on Yan Zhaoge himself.
“This clone of yours really is powerful. The martial arts it cultivates it truly possess the concept of the Kunpeng, being an elite martial art.”
As he was a personal disciple of the Southeastern Exalt, the martial arts that he cultivated in could also be considered high-end in the entire World beyond Worlds, seldom meeting a match amongst martial practitioners of the same cultivation level.
Even while that Grand Xuan Dynasty golden-armoured martial practitioner had possessed mid-grade Sacred Artifacts, Chen Zhiliang would still have dared to battle him bare-handed.
However, he felt no confidence at all against Yan Zhaoge’s Northern Ocean Clone.
“The even more unbelievable thing is that you yourself actually seem to be even more powerful than this clone of yours at the same cultivation level!” Chen Zhiliang’s gaze contained great shock as he looked at Yan Zhaoge, “Your strength truly cannot be measured by common standards at all.”
He glanced unconsciously at the wound of the sky, being unable to hold back a sigh, “If you were to have remained in the lower worlds, I even suspect that not having reached the Seeing Divinity stage, you would already have been rejected by the power of dimensions, unable to remain down below!”
Bai Ziming looked like he deeply agreed with those words.
Yan Zhaoge smiled, “You are polite.”
Chen Zhiliang looked at the wound of the sky, “Do you have a method to go down now? King Xuanmu will probably be returning to the World beyond Worlds very soon. It should be hard for you at that time. At the end of the day, the gap between your cultivation bases is just too great.”
Yan Zhaoge had just been about to speak when the wound of the sky before him suddenly shook intensely.
History's Strongest Senior Brother Chapter 761: If you’re so great, come get me then
HSSB761: If you’re so great, come get me then
The wound of the sky shook intensely, a few figures vaguely appearing amidst the radiance caused by the pressuring of the power of dimensions.
When they shot out of the wound of the sky, it was precisely King Xuanmu who first emerged.
It was just that this current ruler of the Grand Xuan Dynasty currently had an extremely bedraggled appearance.
The crown on his head had broken apart completely, his hair scattered around all over the place. There was a tragic wound on his left shoulder and his right abdomen from which fresh blood was flowing freely.
There was a bloodied wound on his forehead, fresh blood flowing down from it and staining half his face red.
Behind King Xuanmu were a couple of Grand Xuan Dynasty martial practitioners who had previously accompanied him in descending to the Eight Extremities World.
They had descended with the look of an unstoppable army. Yet, only a mere few had returned now.
On all their faces even remained a fearful look as they urgently sought to escape from the wound of the sky behind them, as though that was an abyss of absolute destruction.
“What exactly is this Eight Extremities World? Aside from Yan Zhaoge and his father, there is actually still another heaven-shocking expert there!”
“Are they really locals of that world? Could they actually be from some power in the World beyond Worlds who were stationed there?”
“Monstrous, all of them! This is truly inconceivable!”
At this moment, the Grand Xuan Dynasty martial practitioners who had been able to return to the World beyond Worlds via the wound of the sky had the same thought appear in their minds all at once .
How fortunate that the other side was unable to chase them up here!
This wound of the sky which served as a natural barrier between the World beyond Worlds and that lower world-how great a thing was that!
No one dared to say this out loud. That would really be too much an admission of defeat, boosting the morale of their enemy while extinguishing their own.
Yet, this was indeed what all of them were thinking right now.
Also, this thought remained in their minds for a long time, not dissipating.
The Grand Xuan Dynasty’s people all looked as though their parents had died, and it was similarly a great embarrassment and source of shame for King Xuanmu himself as well.
Having personally led the invasion in descending into a lower world, it was actually he who had been heavily wounded in the end, having nearly lost his life in that lower world!
Right, it was true that his cultivation base had been suppressed to the third level of the Martial Saint realm by the power of dimensions.
Even so, however, he had still been much stronge
r than any actual late Seeing Divinity Martial Saint.
Yet, his opponent had been even more powerful than he was.
That domineering sabre that had towered supreme over everything else had even caused an illusion to arise in the heart of a monarch like King Xuanmu who had reigned for so long.
The other party was the truly peerless sovereign, while he could only bow his head in subservience.
His pride did not allow him to surrender just like this. Yet, in truth, had he hesitated just slightly and failed to remove his restrictions and ascend in time, he would have died in a foreign land, perishing in the Eight Extremities World.
Only by breaking free of the Eight Extremities World and ascending to the World beyond Worlds in time had he barely managed to avoid being slain by that incomparably powerful sabre.
That terrifying sabre had still hacked his crown apart, leaving a wound on his forehead.
A little slower and his entire head would truly have been cleaved off by that one sabre!
The Grand Xuan Dynasty had already suffered quite a few losses at Yan Zhaoge’s hands before. Yet, most of those who had clashed directly with him with irrevocable enmity arising as a result were of the Shenling Ten Swords.
Before this, even as he was hostile to Yan Zhaoge, King Xuanmu had also been somewhat admiring of him.
Yet, after having personally descended to the Eight Extremities World this time and fleeing in a panic after very nearly perishing, King Xuanmu’s heart was just unable to calm down no matter what.
He was feeling unprecedented stifledness and hatred.
“My King, we…” A Grand Xuan Dynasty martial practitioner asked.
His face sunken, King Xuanmu resembled a volcano that was soon to erupt.
After leaving the wound of the sky and ascending to the World beyond Worlds, his cultivation base instantly recovered completely.
His wounds that had been inflicted by the sabre gradually ceased to bleed.
Violent sabre-qi still ran rampant where his wounds were. Still, after returning to the World beyond Worlds, he could finally suppress and expel them, preventing them from continuing to wreak havoc.
Martial Saints possessed extremely powerful bodies and similarly intricate control of them.
Yet, in the Eight Extremities World, King Xuanmu had even been unable to stem his own bleeding!
Even now, while he was able to temporarily suppress his wounds and prevent their deterioration, he would not be able to recover from those grave injuries inflicted on him within a short period of time.
Thinking about this, King Xuanmu’s face was dark to the point that it seemed it could melt and drip.
He paused with every word, forcing out from the gaps between his teeth, “Back to the capital, to prepare the Whole Heaven Descending Treasure Bag!”
He had not the face to request reinforcements from Kang Ping, He Dongcheng and Gu Zhang.
He intended to prepare the Whole Heaven Descending Treasure Bag and bring along the King Xuan Spear in descending into the Eight Extremities World where he definitely had to claim his revenge.
The Grand Xuan Dynasty had as many experts as they were clouds, its four Lord Protectors all being peak experts of the Seeing Divinity Martial Saint realm.
He had made insufficient preparations in hastily descending to the Eight Extremities World this time. Now, he would return and make good his preparations before he would definitely have his revenge on that lower world which had very nearly sunk his existence for good.
Hearing his words, the spirits of the Grand Xuan Dynasty martial practitioners all rose.
“My King, we should not have to waste time talking with them! If the King Xuan Spear can descend into that lower world and its restrictions are directly removed, it will directly cause the entire world to collapse from the inside!”
Someone ground his teeth, “That Yan Zhaoge’s lineage and the world he hails from will henceforth be reduced to dust together!”
King Xuanmu expressed no stance as he immediately roared in a deep tone after exiting the wound of the sky, “Where is Yao Hai…”
Before his words had ended, his expression changed greatly.
It was not because he was unable to see the Grand Xuan Dynasty martial practitioners who should have been guarding outside the wound of the sky.
It was instead because he felt that the connection between him and the King Xuan Spear had been terminated!
Gazing over, King Xuanmu saw Yan Zhaoge standing atop space within the air, a massive palace hovering by his side.
Looking at King Xuanmu, Yan Zhaoge smiled, “If it is Yao Hai, is it him you are referring to?”
Standing beside Yan Zhaoge, the Northern Ocean Clone lifted up a corpse which was shockingly still garbed in golden armour.
Looking at that massive hole in the head of that golden-armoured martial practitioner and at the smiling Yan Zhaoge, King Xuanmu could only feel the heat irrepressibly surge straight to his head.
“King Xuan Spear…” King Xuanmu finally detected a slight spiritual qi fluctuation that was weak to the point of virtually being undetectable, that which originated from the King Xuan Spear he used.
This fluctuation clearly originated from inside Yan Zhaoge’s Myriad Dragon Palace.
Yan Zhaoge could not help but laugh as he looked at him, “Could you be looking for something?”
King Xuanmu’s vision darkened momentarily before he viciously glared at Chen Zhiliang, “Is Golden Court Mountain reneging on your word?”
Chen Zhiliang frowned slightly and had still yet to reply when King Xuanmu said coldly, “If I do not kill this Yan Zhaoge, how will this King have the face to exist between these heavens and earth? Even if Golden Court Mountain is giving him help today, this King will definitely not give any compromise!”
Saying thus, a spear suddenly appeared in his hand, blazing flames incinerating the heavens as he stabbed straight at Yan Zhaoge.
Yan Zhaoge said, “This Yan’s appearance here has nothing to do at all with the Southeastern Exalt’s lineage. You had better not besmirch the reputation of the Southeastern Exalt.”
The Northern Ocean Clone transformed into the silhouette of a Kunpeng, sweeping along Yan Zhaoge and the Myriad Dragon Palace as it swooped up high, shooting into the nine heavens.
King Xuanmu pursued them, but the Northern Ocean Clone was just too fast such that he was actually unable to immediately reduce the distance between them.
Seeing the rage grow on King Xuanmu’s face, Yan Zhaoge laughed.
Even Kang Ping had not been confident of leaving him behind, much less King Xuanmu who already no longer had the King Xuan Spear.
More importantly, King Xuanmu was currently riddled with wounds as his strength had fallen greatly.
If not for him being unable to use the Extreme Yang Seal now, Yan Zhaoge would even desire a head-on clash with this expert of the sixth level of the Martial Saint realm.
Looking at King Xuanmu who looked so mad steam seemed to be rising from the top of his head yet was unable to do anything to him at all, Yan Zhaoge waved at him, chortling.
“If you’re so great, come get me then.”
History's Strongest Senior Brother Chapter 762: The heavens and earth cannot stop my advance!
HSSB762: The heavens and earth cannot stop my advance!
The Grand Xuan Dynasty’s Seven Fowl Treasured Spear had the Great Roc Treasured Spear and the White Crane Treasured Spear.
The former was swift, the latter agile.
King Xuanmu would never lose out in speed at all in most of his battles.
Yet, currently facing an early Seeing Divinity Martial Saint opponent, he was actually unable to catch up at all amidst their manoeuvres.
He could only barely maintain their distance so as to maintain the pursuit. Yet, it was still difficult to decrease the distance between them at the end of the day.
King Xuanmu had to admit that his speed had naturally been affected by his heavy injuries as well.
Yet, speed had always been a strong suit for he who was at the sixth level of the Martial Saint realm. Yet, he was still unable to catch up with a fourth level Martial Saint. His opponent’s speed was really much too quick!
In terms of speed alone, even Kang Ping and the others who cultivated in the Flowing Time Sword would probably not be able to catch up with Yan Zhaoge’s Northern Ocean Clone.
The Northern Ocean Clone had already possessed top-notch speed originally, having long since been able to compete with martial practitioners of the Radiant Light Sect who cultivated in the Thousand Illusory Streaking Light Art, their bodies transforming into streaks of light.
Now, having gradually gained some attainments in the Great Wilderness Fish-Roc Art, his speed had reached a whole new level as it was already unparalleled amongst all other martial practitioners of the Royal Reed Sea at the same cultivation level!
Even King Xuanmu was only able to eat his dust. It was even worse for the remaining Grand Xuan Dynasty martial practitioners as they could not even think of pursuing.
Seeing this, Chen Zhiliang and Bai Ziming both had on complex expressions, “Such speed is rare indeed, truly possessing the true intent of the Kunpeng.”
King Xuanmu gradually calmed down amidst his blazing fury.
While he felt vexed, he still doggedly pursued Yan Zhaoge without letting off in the slightest.
Even though Yan Zhaoge’s Northern Ocean Clone possessed shocking speed, he did not believe that a fourth level Martial Saint could compete in stamina with him.
King Xuanmu decided to maintain his pursuit, not giving Yan Zhaoge a chance to catch his breath as he sought to deplete the Northern Ocean Clone’s stamina.
His stamina having decreased, his speed would naturally fall as a result.
As soon as the Northern Ocean Clone slowed down, he would hurry over and tear him to shreds!
He had overestimated himself earlier, therefore having separated from the King Xuan Spear and descended to the lower world with the King Xuan Spear remaining in the World beyond Worlds rather than being left behind in a place like the capital to remain under heavy guard by experts.