Journey to the West: Signing in for 500 Years-Chapter 627 - 621: Overwhelming [Seeking Recommendation Tickets and Monthly Tickets]_1

A figure emerged from the void, followed by the appearance of thousands upon thousands of mighty bodies.

The one who appeared first held a scepter and was clad in a white robe with a divine sword on his back. His hair, black as ink, casually draped over his shoulders. His eyes were lively, yet there was a hint of solemnity deep within them.

This person was none other than Bo Jian, the Fuzheng God of the Heavenly Court and a direct Disciple of Lord Yuan Shi. His Mana was limitless, and he had reached the realm of a Peak Quasi-Saint.

On normal days, this person was rarely seen, yet his profound and earth-shattering cultivation and strength served as The Magic Cudgel of the Heavenly Court.

The Heavenly Court had not intended to send him, but as they could not defeat the stronghold of demons, the Jade Emperor grew restless and thus sent him to end the battle.

However, the Jade Emperor could never have imagined Sha Chen's interference in the matter. This interference was like a willow tree planted without intention providing welcome shade, as it coincided with his dispatch of Bo Jian, temporarily relieving the Heavenly Court's crisis.

Bo Jian tossed an Elixir to Zhao Gongming and, with a solemn expression, bowed towards the fissure in the thicket.

"I am Bo Jian. May I request the river lord to show himself?" he said.

Within the fissure, Sha Chen calmly exhaled a breath, an aura so powerful it made Bo Jian's scalp tingle.

The oppressive feeling made him think of facing his own master, leaving him both shocked and incredulous.

He could sense that Sha Chen had not reached the Saint Realm, but the aura he emitted was undoubtedly that of a Saint.

Bo Jian's heart grew heavy, his mind plagued with doubts. He couldn't comprehend how one Peak Quasi-Saint could exert such immense pressure on another.

Could it be that Sha Chen had far surpassed the level of a Peak Quasi-Saint in some aspect?

Lord Yuan Shi had not told him that Sha Chen's actual combat strength had already transcended that of a typical Saint, reaching the level of Saint Zhunti.

However, when all the deities present saw Bo Jian treating Sha Chen with such seriousness and respect, a sense of gravity descended upon them.

Zhao Gongming transmitted a message to Bo Jian, "Do you feel it too?"

Bo Jian replied, "Indeed. His aura is clearly that of a Peak Quasi-Saint, the same as you and me, but the presence he exudes frightens me, as if I were facing my own master."

Zhao Gongming said, "That's true. This Sha Chen's true combat power probably surpasses that of a typical Peak Quasi-Saint. He is almost invincible within the same realm, but one thing is certain—he is definitely not a Saint yet."

"It remains uncertain how big the gap between us and him truly is. Could it really be as vast as the gap that separates us from a Saint?"

The two conversed secretly, daring not to let others perceive their thoughts for fear of sowing discord within the ranks.

On the Demon World's side, witnessing the arrival of such powerful masters from the Heavenly Court, all with formidable auras and boundless Mana, their hearts sank to icy depths.

From within the fissure, Sha Chen's voice emerged again, "Grant me this favor: leave at once, and I'll overlook the matter this time."

However, emboldened by the addition of powerful allies, those from the Heavenly Court were arrogant, haughty, and insolent—unwilling to heed Sha Chen's words.

Immediately, some began to shout provocatively.

"Are you kidding? Now that we have the upper hand with numbers and a host of powerful masters, you're the one who should leave. It'd be wise not to invite trouble upon yourself."

"Exactly! At most, you're just another Peak Quasi-Saint. What are you so proud of? We have two on our side."

"If you don't dare to come out and insist on hiding, just stay in the fissure and enjoy the show."

"Now that we have the advantage in numbers, it's our time to speak. You'd better keep your mouth shut."

Yet, the shouting of these individuals caused Zhao Gongming and Bo Jian to turn pale with shock and terror.

POP! POP! POP!

In just an instant, those who had been shouting moments before were distorted and disfigured by the surrounding space, turning into puffs of blood mist that sprayed across the sky.

Thousands upon thousands of people perished in that very moment.

Bo Jian wished to intervene, but he faced an intangible spatial force, its transcendental control far exceeding his imagination, leaving him no chance to act.

After swallowing the Elixir, Zhao Gongming had recovered some of his wounds, and a portion of his Mana had also been restored, but he was still far from his peak condition.

When Sha Chen made his move earlier, Zhao Gongming couldn't see clearly how he did it, only aware that the space around them was entirely within Sha Chen's control.

"The rumors are indeed true," Bo Jian transmitted to Zhao Gongming. "Sha Chen's power over space has definitely reached Great Accomplishment. A Peak Quasi-Saint who has mastered Great Vehicle spatial power, and also excels in other Divine Powers, is certainly not someone we can contend with."

"Sha Chen's combat power has likely surpassed that of a Quasi-Saint," Zhao Gongming replied grimly. "Though it remains uncertain whether he now possesses the strength of a Sub-Sage or a Saint."

The two had grave expressions, appearing unsure of themselves.

They wanted to enter the rift to confront Sha Chen but feared his overwhelming strength, especially on his home turf, worrying they might be overmatched.

Only if Zhao Gongming were at his peak might they dare to venture in together to confront Sha Chen.

As the two hesitated, Sha Chen's voice once again descended, "I'll give you three breaths' time to leave. After three breaths, if you're still here, I won't show mercy."

The Heavenly Court was in an uproar, filled with shock and anger.

However, no one dared to speak impertinently anymore; they had witnessed Sha Chen's might—both exquisite and transcendent.

Even the incredibly powerful Zhao Gongming and Bo Jian could not protect them.

The members of the Heavenly Court looked at each other, at a loss for what to do. Meanwhile, over in the Demon World, Red Boy and the others jeered, beginning to count the time aloud.

"One breath has passed... Two breaths gone, only one left..."

"Three breaths are up!"

Naturally, the Heavenly Court's forces would not leave; they would not be easily intimidated into forsaking such a prime opportunity.

Yet, they were genuinely concerned about Sha Chen's words and, during those three breaths, had already been on guard, setting up a snare of heaven and earth—layer upon layer of defense.

From within the spatial rift, Sha Chen's sigh was heard once more, "I've already given you a chance, but you failed to take it."

"Since that's the case, don't blame me for being heartless and ruthless."

A colossal palm emerged from the spatial rift. It seemed even more massive than the one before, possessing an even more majestic aura; its power had naturally climbed a notch as well.

Zhao Gongming's face was filled with shock. "That move just now wasn't even his full strength?"

Bo Jian said, "Now we're really in trouble. With just that one move, he has already surpassed an ordinary Peak Quasi-Saint. If that palm strikes, even if I could block it, I doubt I could withstand a second one."

Zhao Gongming said bitterly, "Even at my peak, I probably couldn't withstand that palm. I never imagined the gap between him and me could be so vast."

"Let's just hope that this palm represents his full strength and that he doesn't have the power to strike a second time."

However, to Zhao Gongming and Bo Jian's despair, from within the spatial rift, a second palm emerged, then a third—up to nine consecutive palms—forming together.

Afterwards, they descended with suppressive force. Bo Jian and Zhao Gongming, seething with fury, instantly lost the will to resist. Each used their Divine Power to whisk away their closest associates.

"Run! Flee with all your might! Don't stop!"

In the end, only this sentence echoed in the sky. Then, the battle spirit of the Heavenly Court's forces instantly collapsed, their formation fell apart, and everyone had but one thought—escape!