Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 472 - 427 Saint Leader Still Thrashes

Leng Shu did indeed hesitate.

Especially when he saw that within Wu Hen's soul light, more than one Ancient God Totem appeared.

That is to say, the opponent had not exerted his full strength and was not just trying to intimidate him.

This made Leng Shu reconsider his options.

Should he kill him now for the sheer satisfaction, or should he wait until his own cultivation was further consolidated and improved by a few degrees, turning all the cultivators of Tongtian City into a part of his Saint Leader Realm, and then deal with him in the end?

Obviously, the latter was the safer option.

But Leng Shu struggled with the thought, what if the other party had some secret technique to deliberately delay time and took the opportunity to escape?

"I have reached the realm of the Saint Leader, while you are still just a minor Saint Child, even if you possess some strange abilities, there is no way you can compete across two realms against me, now I am going to take your life!" Leng Shu finally decided to kill.

It would be best to break through the opponent's soul light protection, suck away all of his cultivation, turn this kid into a complete waste, and then trample on his dignity bit by bit, only then could he relieve the hatred in his heart!

Reaching the realm of the Saint Leader gave Leng Shu greater confidence, he attacked Wu Hen once more, now housed within a Blood Pattern Shell, like a Blood Demon Evil Lord, whether it was strength, speed, or Holy Power, he had made a qualitative leap, his strength was nearly a hundred times more than before!

A hundred-fold strength, any action he took could bring about a mountain collapse and earth crack; the Blood Pattern-transformed Leng Shu swung his claw at Wu Hen, with that claw hundreds of thousands of thick and mature Blood Centipedes, massive as demon dragons, overwhelmed and pressed down towards Wu Hen.

Wu Hen stretched his muscles and bones a bit, releasing the Chiyou Saint Soul. Soon his body was covered with a layer of Holy Blood Radiance, and he himself seemed to have invited an Ancient God into his body, filled with boundless Demon Breath and brute force; when he swung a punch it was as if the Milky Way was surging, and with a stomp, the earth trembled!

Those Blood Pattern Centipedes, terrifying demon dragons in the eyes of others, snapping fangs and claws, so imposing, but in front of Wu Hen, they were just worms crawling on the ground, torn apart by Wu Hen, trampled to death under Wu Hen's foot, smashed by Wu Hen's punch; in just an instant, Wu Hen unleashed thousands of types of force, each breath-taking and mighty, showcasing the wild demeanor of an Ancient Emperor Chiyou to the fullest.

In front of him, Leng Shu at Saint Leader Realm was just like a Little Demon Lord of later generations, his aura could not compare to Wu Hen's, a war ancestor like a Mad God.

"I gave you a chance, but you're of no use, now I'm going to crush your internal organs!" Wu Hen turned into Blood Chiyou and charged at Leng Shu.

Leng Shu released an immense Blood Nest again, turning a large number of Blood Pattern Ropes into sharp weapons, strangling Wu Hen.

Yet, Wu Hen was like a war god, stepping on this Blood Pattern Nest; despite him being only in the Saint Child Realm, the silver-colored Spiritual Breath within his body was extremely powerful; with a Saint Soul like Disaster to assist him, even without calling out the Black Divine Death Sword, he was now an Otherworldly Mad God, facing the allegedly Ascended Leng Shu, he was overwhelming!

Punches and palms went out, landing around Leng Shu's chest.

First, it was his stomach area; Wu Hen blasted out a Blood Calamity punch, this punch was the stampeding of ten thousand ancient beasts, fiercely striking Leng Shu's stomach.

"Ah!!!"

Leng Shu spewed out a great mouthful of fresh blood, his body flying backward.

But Wu Hen pursued, slapping towards his lungs with a Blood Palm!

Before Leng Shu could painfully vomit, Wu Hen kicked towards his heart.

This kick was like a divine hammer smashing the heart, almost shattering Leng Shu's painstakingly cultivated Vajra Heart.

Then, Wu Hen unleashed continuous Chiyou Blood Techniques, causing severe damage to each of Leng Shu's internal organs.

Leng Shu's Blood Pattern Shell was almost shattered, his internal organs were severely damaged; relying on his own Qilin Saint Soul to stabilize his life, he then frantically hid within the Blood Nest.

The Blood Nest formed by the Tianxuan Saint Technique was like a blood-colored turtle shell, which did give Leng Shu perfect protection.

The previously invincible Leng Shu had now become a shrinking turtle, no longer daring to say things like killing Wu Hen for a quick satisfaction.

It was clear that Leng Shu was filled with extreme resentment.

At the same time, he was also extremely puzzled, not understanding how this kid, even with a Supreme Holy Soul, could suppress him with just a Saint Child Realm.

He must have cultivated some Demon Technique.

Indeed, he had been careless, he should not have moved to kill when his cultivation was still unstable.

Surely this kid was the greatest calamity of his Ascension.

With resentment in his heart, it naturally needed to be vented.

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And his target for venting was those pitiful Holy Cultivators of Tongtian City, as well as so many Holy Embryos, Holy Infants, and Saint Children that had not been plundered, and so many bodies with Holy Body Spirit Breath that could be absorbed; his cultivation could still rise more than tenfold, just by sacrificing all the people of Tongtian City!

Leng Shu once again spread his Blood Pattern Centipede, which began to infiltrate further into the cities, especially the residences of the Holy Sect—almost exclusively victims of the Tianxuan Technique. Perhaps there were a few cultivators who possessed some special Divine Skills, able to evade the Blood Pattern Rope and Blood Pattern Centipede, but with the amount Leng Shu was currently consuming, he didn't care about a few who slipped through the net.

The power of the Tianxuan Technique shook the hearts of every Holy Cultivator once again, as they realized how miniscule the opportunities they once fought for to advance their Cultivation were in front of a true elite of Holy Cultivation.

They were even more baffled: with hundreds of millions of cultivators in Tongtian City, couldn't they unite to withstand the force of a single man's Tianxuan Technique? Why did everyone become like ants, and even when ants reach a certain number, they can pose a threat to ferocious Beasts? They were more like ants in floods, fires, lightning disasters, storms—not even on the same level of confrontation.

"Take refuge in the Qilin Temple, those Blood Pattern Centipedes dare not approach the Qilin Temple!"

In one corner of the city, suddenly a young Holy Cultivator Disciple shouted loudly.

Qilin Temple?

The displaced beggars had previously taken shelter in the Qilin Temple to escape the cruel massacres of the Earth Officials.

And now, the Holy Cultivators reduced to livestock for slaughter, taking refuge in the Qilin Temple also worked wonders?

Indeed, as long as the Holy Cultivators escaped into the Qilin Temple, the temple itself emitted a Holy Energy that kept the Blood Pattern Centipedes at bay, allowing those cultivators who hid inside to evade disaster.

But in the entire city, the number of Qilin Temples was limited and could not shelter so many. Many more people were too late to receive this news, and their Cultivation was drained completely.

...

"The time is nearly ripe, go put an end to this farce," said the elderly female in the Cloud Holy Country above, "Jiang Heng, this Leng Shu is one of your subordinates, right? We, the Heavenly People, also need the incense offerings from the cultivators of the Mortal World. After such a disaster, the Holy Sect will need a hundred years to recover."

"Yes, Mistress Xuantian!"

"I am also to blame for not keeping a close watch over the Xuantian Saint Technique, allowing it to fall into the Lower Realm and cause significant disturbances. You in the Upper Realm should also be aware. Anything concerning the Xuantian Saint Technique should still be reported to me. After all, I hold the entire Holy Sect's Xuantian Saint Technique, and even should it be scattered, it cannot be misused," the elderly female stated.

That Cloud Saint with a youthful appearance descended from Yunluan, stepping off with light that resembled lances, advancing step by step toward Tongtian City on the earth below.

His arrival was like a ray of brilliant sunshine in Tongtian City, piercing through the thick blood fog, dispelling the gloom, and allowing everyone to merely look up to witness this striking and magnificent Holy Relic!

A Heavenly Person descended to the Lower Realm, and moreover, a Supreme Holy Cultivator of profound cultivation. In the Sky Dome above there appeared an exceedingly dazzling golden star, radiating brightness like daylight, bringing Tongtian City into the dawn scene prematurely.

"Leng Shu, it's time to stop. The Holy Sect Disciples are the millennium and myriad-year foundation of our Cloud Holy Country. Your destruction has caused dissatisfaction among many in the heavens," Jiang Heng, stepping on Holy Light, appeared above the Punishment Hall.

His Holy Light was so brilliant that even the Blood Pattern Centipedes melted away, showing that Leng Shu's Tianxuan Technique could not withstand the presence of the Holy God Jiang Heng.

"Master Ancestor, isn't Saint Luo the one who set the rules for the Human Emperor, letting one freely pursue human desires? Even if I slaughter the entire Tongtian City, you won't hold me to account?" Leng Shu asked, puzzled.

"If you exterminate this city of ordinary people, that's your own karma to deal with. What does it have to do with us? But you're targeting the Holy Sect Disciples; that exceeds the desires of the Human Emperor. Competing and killing among peers is permissible, but there are still rules to follow," Jiang Heng explained.

"But I just want him dead. Only by absorbing more Cultivation can I kill him!" Leng Shu was filled with intense hatred, pointing at Wu Hen.

Wu Hen would not die, and he would not stop!

Moreover, Leng Shu had the confidence, even this Holy God before him possibly couldn't stop him; he was fully consumed by the devil inside him, his desire to absorb even more unquenchable!

"It's not difficult. Consider it that the Heavenly Officials couldn't fulfill your human wishes, so I'll take care of this youth for you. And you, stop your madness. You've taken shortcuts in the path of cultivation, but given the hardships you went through to acquire the Xuantian Saint Technique, we won't blame you," Jiang Heng offered.

Leng Shu felt a bit unwilling; his gaze swept over the Blood Pattern Centipedes that hadn't spread any further. He wanted to gamble that these saints in heaven actually couldn't stop him, which was why they initially ignored the situation, and only intervened when things got serious.

These saints in heaven were also worried that after he absorbed the entire Tongtian City, his position would threaten theirs.

While hesitating, Holy God Jiang Heng furrowed his brows, his gentle demeanor revealing a trace of majesty. His gaze turned cold and somewhat disdainful as he spoke, "What now, you don't listen to me either? Don't forget who allowed you to become the Human Emperor so quickly!"

Jiang Heng extended his hand and flicked a light trace, which was like a seed harboring immense destructive power. The seed flew into Leng Shu's thick Blood Nest and immediately sprouted, growing into the Destruction Vine, which swiftly destroyed Leng Shu's once proud Blood Nest!

Leng Shu was shocked, realizing the true power of the Heavenly Person, the Cloud Holy Country True God before him, and hurriedly knelt to beg for forgiveness.

Seeing that he was somewhat understanding, constantly knocking his head in submission, Jiang Heng satisfyingly retracted the Holy Mark Destruction Seed.

This supremely powerful Holy God turned his head, his gaze landing on Wu Hen.

Pointing at Wu Hen, Jiang Heng said indifferently, "Consider it a good deed for Tongtian City. Sacrificing you will allow countless people to survive, including the woman beside you."

"And what exactly are you saying?" Wu Hen was speechless.

The other's logic simply didn't make sense.