Oliver Sheng frowned, raised his hand, and struck out with a palm. As fists and palms collided, Lang Tianshan’s fist instantly shattered, followed by his arm exploding into a mist of blood.
In the next moment, Lang Tianshan, who was in the late stage of Martial Saint, was blown apart by Oliver’s palm, blood raining down.
This sudden change startled Akshun, Baruch, and the Old Taoist Gu Yin.
Oliver unleashed a sword light, blocking Yiqi Zhi’s attack, and then raised his hand to send out another sword strike.
The dazzling sword light slashed towards Yiqi Zhi.
“Run!!” Akshun shouted.
They had severely underestimated Oliver’s strength. The moment Oliver made his move, Akshun felt a terrifying aura.
Baruch followed Akshun in fleeing without looking back.
Yiqi Zhi, still in shock from his grandfather’s death, was cut in half by a sword light, his life extinguished.
Gu Yin was so frightened he shivered, turning into a streak of light to escape.
To casually kill a strong early-stage Martial Saint, how powerful was this person?
Were they out of their minds?
To think they had planned to besiege such a terrifying powerhouse.
At this moment, even the curse-killing technique, the Blood Curse, given to him by the Kunlun Daoist Sect, he dared not use, focusing solely on escaping for his life.
The Old Taoist Gu Yin was utterly terrified, praying that Oliver wouldn’t chase him. He had just broken through to the Yang Spirit and had over seven hundred years of life left; he did not want to die.
Seeing Akshun fleeing, how could Oliver let him go? He immediately gave chase.
A silver spear appeared in his hand, and Oliver hurled it fiercely, aiming at Gu Yin.
None of the five strong opponents who came today would escape.
The silver spear turned into a shooting star, carrying terrifying power as it shot towards the Old Taoist Gu Yin.
Gu Yin felt the terrifying aura approaching and looked back to see a silver spear.
He was so scared that even his Yang Spirit became unstable, quickly using all his defensive techniques.
Magic tools, divine talismans, and divine lights enveloped him tightly.
The dazzling silver spear pierced through the sky, instantly breaking through all of Gu Yin’s defenses, nailing him in mid-air.
With a casual throw of a silver spear, he killed a strong early-stage Yang Spirit.
Such immense power, divine might immeasurable.
Felix Wu, Xiao Chuyi, Sawyer Shangguan, and others saw Oliver easily kill two Martial Saints and a Yang Spirit.
They couldn’t help but shiver. So powerful, such invincible methods, truly worthy of the Shengwu King.
He even casually killed the Grandmasters and Great Grandmasters among the Huns’ army, leaving them with no worries.
What could 450,000 troops do?
“Kill!!”
Felix Wu, Xiao Chuyi, Sawyer Shangguan, and others, their blood boiling, led their army to charge at the Hun cavalry.
This battle, they would surely win!
Chi Tiansheng led 8,000 heavy cavalry, crashing into the Hun cavalry like a rolling torrent, crushing them.
Seeing Oliver catching up, Akshun fled even faster.
“Master, wait for me!” Baruch shouted in fear.
Akshun didn’t look back, running ahead of Baruch.
At this moment, no successor was more important than his own life.
Oliver quickly caught up to Baruch.
Seeing Oliver, Baruch’s eyes were filled with terror and despair.
He had just broken through to Martial Saint and hadn’t even had time to enjoy a glorious life.
Oliver smiled slightly and slapped him hard.
“Spare me!!” Baruch shouted.
“Smack!”
Baruch’s head cracked like a watermelon, blood splattering.
Feeling Baruch’s aura disappear, Akshun fled even faster, covering dozens of miles in an instant.
He didn’t hesitate to burn his blood essence to escape, now filled with deep regret. Why had he gotten involved in this mess?
A dignified Martial Saint at Great Perfection, fleeing like a stray dog, with no trace of the dignity of a Martial Saint at Great Perfection.
It was truly disgraceful. Why had this person’s growth been so terrifying? It had only been half a year, yet the other had grown to a level he couldn’t fathom.
Feeling Oliver’s aura getting closer, Akshun knew he couldn’t escape.
Akshun stopped, turning to face Oliver.
“Why aren’t you running?” Oliver asked with interest.
Akshun forced a smile more bitter than crying, “Run? Can I even run?”
Oliver shook his head with a faint smile. With his Yang Spirit at Great Perfection, escaping from under his nose was nearly impossible.
“I want to know, what realm have you reached now?” Akshun stared at Oliver.
“You want to know?” Oliver raised an eyebrow.
“Let me die knowing!”
“Just Yang Spirit at Great Perfection!” Oliver laughed.
“Heh, hahaha…”
Akshun laughed, though who knew what his laughter meant.
“Even if I die, today I will fight to the death.” Akshun’s expression suddenly changed.
“Invoke the God!!”
Akshun shouted, and a statue filled with endless faith shattered in his hand, turning into countless rays of light that poured into him.
His small, thin body instantly swelled, becoming tall and robust. His originally dark skin turned crimson.
On his crimson skin, blood-red runes appeared.
At the same time, a staff appeared in Akshun’s hand, covered in black runes.
“Die!”
With blood-red eyes, Akshun swung the staff at Oliver.
The staff seemed to be a semi-sacred weapon, crafted by a half-step Martial Emperor.
Oliver merely swung his Great Sun Divine Fist at Akshun.
Boom!!
The immense power tore the sky apart, sending Akshun flying, his eyes filled with shock.
Despite burning his blood essence and lifespan to boost his strength, wielding the Shamanic Cult’s staff, his power was nearly at half-step Martial Emperor.
Yet, he was sent flying by Oliver’s punch.
Despair rose in his heart.
Wasn’t it said that this person’s greatest achievement was killing four Kunlun Yang Spirits?
Why was he so strong?
Where had it gone wrong!!
Oliver’s feat of suppressing an entire cult alone on the Great True Ancient Buddha Plateau was known only to the Great True Ancient Buddha Temple.
Thus, the world had no idea of Oliver’s true strength.
“Ah!!”
Akshun, like a mad demon, charged at Oliver.
He was the leader of the Shamanic Cult, ruling the Hun grasslands for three to four hundred years, a supreme Martial Saint at Great Perfection. How could he die like this?
Even if he had to die, it would be in battle!!
Bang!!
Oliver sent him flying with a palm strike, Akshun’s body cracking, blood flowing.
Yet he still charged at Oliver.
Boom!!
In the end, Akshun turned into a rain of blood, killed by Oliver’s punch.
A supreme Martial Saint at Great Perfection, dead between heaven and earth.
Oliver grabbed the black staff and Akshun’s space ring.
Storing the space ring, Oliver looked at the black staff in his hand.
“Good material, Xuanming Black Gold, can be reforged into a spear.”
Storing the staff, Oliver turned back.
His army was still fighting the Huns.
The four Martial Saints and one Yang Spirit of the Huns had all died by his hand, turning into Kill Points.
Now, ordinary Martial Saints and Yang Spirits were weak in his hands.
He stood at the pinnacle of the world, overlooking all below!!
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