NOVEL NEXT Chapter 779
At the pinnacle of a magnificent Holy Mountain stood a strikingly tall man, his eyebrows sharp and eyes as deep as the ocean. He was sturdy and towering, like a pillar holding up the heavens, making even the sun, moon, and stars look dim in comparison.
He possessed an aura that suggested he was the ruler of the universe, capable of looking down upon all realms!
But if you looked closely, you might be shocked to find that this imposing figure had a somewhat bewildered expression on his face, or perhaps it could be described as… utterly dazed!
Yes, utterly dazed!
This man was the ruler of the Holy Martial Realm, Panlong Wusheng!
While other realms’ Saint Ancestor Realm powerhouses were merely playing pretend, not genuinely intending to assist the Kunlun Realm, Panlong Wusheng was an exception; he was willing to risk offending super powerful beings just to lend a hand in Kunlun Realm.
However, upon stepping in, Panlong Wusheng was taken aback by the scene before him! How come this Kunlun Realm looked a lot different from what he knew?!
The cultivation environment was even better than in the Holy Martial Realm, but that wasn’t the key point; the real shocker was that armies as strong as those from the Nine Nether races were facing a total retreat in this world!
It was nothing like his imagined one-sided crushing!
This indicated that Kunlun Realm’s overall strength could now vie for the top spot in the Divine Court!
But the question was, how could such a massive change occur in this short span of a few months?
Suddenly, racing ahead of countless worlds and then leaving them in the dust was a bit too absurd, right?
Oh no, it was completely absurd!!!!
This directly toppled Panlong Wusheng’s understanding, making him start to doubt the reality of this world.
Kunlun Realm, you are so unfamiliar to me…
Suddenly.
A thunderous sound in the distance jolted Panlong Wusheng out of his daze.
“What’s going on?!”
Turning to look, his pupils constricted sharply.
What he saw was a scene of a powerful Nine Nether giant being pounded into the ground.
“Is that… the leader of the Bone Sword Clan?” Panlong Wusheng’s eyes fixated on the pitiful figure with missing limbs, recognizing their identity in shock.
The Bone Sword Clan, one of the top three clans, and the beings of this race each wield a bone sword as their life weapon, giving them an innate advantage in Sword Path cultivation.
Panlong Wusheng, with his shallow foundation in the Saint Ancestor Realm, would never dare to challenge such a strong presence!
After all, compared to this seasoned Saint Ancestor powerhouse, he would generally be at a disadvantage.
Yet, here he saw the dignified leader of the Bone Sword Clan being pummeled, shrieking in agony, showing none of the demeanor befitting a clan dominant!
What was thrashing the leader of the Bone Sword Clan was a youth with a middle part hairstyle, dressed in suspenders.
His techniques were exquisitely flawless, flowing seamlessly as he kept pounding the leader of the Bone Sword Clan, nearly shattering his body with evident terrifying force.
“Transforming Kun Punch!”
“Kun Mountain Slam!”
“Kun Universe Knife Hand!”
“Giant Kun Smash!”
……
Boom boom boom~
That middle-parted youth in suspenders had beaten the leader of the Bone Sword Clan to the brink of collapse.
The leader, covered in blood, showed deep resentment in his gaze.
He had planned to escape when Xueyan and Li Wujie started their battle, only to be stopped midway by this strangely styled youth who wasted no time in giving him a pounding.
He had thought his opponent was at the Saint King Realm; although he was injured, he could still suppress him with one hand, given the vast gap between Saint Ancestor Realm and Saint King Realm.
Little did he know that his opponent was actually a terrifying creature, the Kunpeng, of the purest bloodline!
If he were at his peak, he might have had a chance to suppress this foe, but alas, he was already half crippled, left with only the option of being utterly thrashed!
Yes, that youth in suspenders was none other than Ye Junlin’s mount, Ah Kun!
Ah Kun was just a step away from the Saint Ancestor Realm but possessed the power to contend with it, not to mention he had developed six styles of the Kun Punch over the years, making his combat ability off the charts.
Poor leader of the Bone Sword Clan, before he could escape, he ran into such a freak!
“Stop, stop it…” After a series of brutal hits, he was mentally scattered, his voice tinged with a plea for mercy.
Ah Kun sneered, “Heh, begging for mercy is your business, killing you is mine. Goodbye!”
With that, he delivered one final punch, infused with overwhelming power.
Boom~~~~！！！！
The entire realm shook violently, the momentum terrifying.
The leader of the Bone Sword Clan was obliterated in a single strike, not even leaving a bone shard behind, annihilated thoroughly.
Ah Kun let out a sigh of relief, satisfied as he stood up and dusted off his hands, “Done!”
Panlong Wusheng, witnessing this scene, wore a fascinating expression, murmuring, “What kind of joke is this?”
Unaware of the backstory, he assumed the leader of the Bone Sword Clan was thoroughly beaten by Ah Kun.
No wonder Panlong Wusheng felt a sense of dread.
“Who?!”
Ah Kun’s hearing was extremely sharp, he suddenly turned his head to gaze intensely, his eyes piercing like two beams of light swords.
“This is bad!”
Panlong Wusheng felt a chill run down his back, as if targeted by some ancient fierce beast, his hair standing on end.
“You’re also an invading Nine Nether alien race!” Ah Kun’s expression turned ferocious, immediately entering battle mode as he launched himself forward and delivered a powerful punch.
Boom!
Panlong Wusheng took the hit head-on, his body sent flying back, his arm slightly numb.
Indeed, this wasn’t an ordinary Saint King!
Fortunately, he was in the Saint Ancestor Realm; otherwise, that punch might have shattered him!
Even so, Panlong Wusheng felt it was quite the hassle.
Now what?
It seemed he was mistaken for an enemy!
“Calm down, honored one; I am Panlong Wusheng! The lord of the Holy Martial Realm, here specifically to help you in the Kunlun Realm!”
Hearing this,
Ah Kun’s expression froze for a moment, then he scoffed, “You think I’m an idiot? No one has helped the Kunlun Realm before; now someone is helping? You must be a Nine Nether alien race! Don’t try to wriggle out of it!”
Panlong Wusheng felt like he had been choked.
Indeed!
In the past, the Kunlun Realm had been isolated and helpless; where could they find reinforcements?
Even he was only making this bold decision after considering Kunlun Realm had Elder Changsheng backing them up along with Empress Fuyao!
In the past, when the Kunlun Realm was in dire straits, he could merely watch helplessly, unable to do anything!
“Haha, got nothing to say now, huh!” Ah Kun’s eyes gleamed with shrewdness as he swung his fists, becoming more convinced of Panlong Wusheng’s identity as a Nine Nether alien race.
Panlong Wusheng’s face turned grim, forced into a defensive position, not an easy feat at all.
“Master! Why are you here?”
Suddenly, a familiar and astonished voice rang out.
It was a young man dressed in deep purple robes, wielding a fierce halberd, looking utterly astonished at Panlong Wusheng.
“You, you are my disciple, Ji Ba?!”
Panlong Wusheng turned to look, his expression frozen in disbelief.
He remembered, when his disciple had left, he was still at the Celestial Saint level, yet now he had already become a Saint King!
How long has it been since then?
“Hmm?”
Ah Kun paused his assault, looking completely dazed.
At that moment, it seemed like he really had made a mistake!