In the past, anyone in the Great Saint would be able to at least survive several of Xiang Shaoyun’s moves. But now, Xiang Shaoyun himself was already a Great Saint. He had been hiding his cultivation, showing that he was only at seventh-stage Saint Realm, but anyone who underestimated him would suffer.
Before the seven pythons could reach Xiang Shaoyun, he clawed at them, sending a fiery dragon claw forth and tearing through the pythons like paper. The pythons were instantly burned into nothingness while the claw continued onward toward the peak Saint.
Pu!
The Saint was completely helpless; his chest was split, and blood spilled out.
This time, Xiang Shaoyun did not kill. Rather, he tossed the Saint off the ring and said, “I, Xiang Shaoyun, do not fear coercion. Anyone daring to touch my people will suffer.”
His continued victory over three Immortal Road Chamber members finally made the crowd realize just how strong he was. Every single person in the Immortal Road Chamber’s group was a prideful individual. Xiang Shaoyun’s provocation greatly challenged their pride. They had always been the ones to teach others a lesson. Since when would others be given a chance to teach them a lesson?
A Great Saint stepped out of the group and said, “Drop to your knees and beg for mercy, and I might consider sparing your life. Otherwise—”
Before the Great Saint could finish his words, Xiang Shaoyun appeared before him with a flicker and unleashed a kick.
Aooo!
The Great Saint did not get to finish his words. Rather, he started howling in pain while clenching his lower body in pain. That kick was incredibly violent, causing a certain vital part of that Great Saint to burst apart.
The crowd shivered at the sight of that kick. It was too vicious of a kick!
“Get lost!” said Xiang Shaoyun as he kicked the Great Saint off the ring.
“Anyone unhappy with me is free to challenge me on the ring,” said Xiang Shaoyun with his head raised high.
He suddenly decided to try and complete the 500 matches challenge. If he could obtain a strand of God Realm energy, it would be greatly beneficial for his cultivation speed. After all, pseudo-Gods were allowed to participate in the Heaven Battling Ranking Competition. Although he had his clone, he might still encounter some monstrous pseudo-Gods. Thus, it would never be a bad idea to further strengthen himself.
“Looks like the overlord is going to continue the challenge,” said the Overlord Legion members in amazement.
“With the overlord’s strength, he can easily obtain 100 victories. Perhaps he has a chance to get 500 victories as well,” said someone.
“He’s too arrogant. Young Master Lan, we can’t allow him to continue strutting around on the ring,” said Liu Jiaohong as she tried her best to fan the flames.
The so-called Young Master Lan was called Lan Shenyong, a descendent of a God Realm elder of the Immortal Road Chamber. In the Immortal Road Chamber’s Immortal Child Ranking, he was ranked 98th due to his incredible strength.
The Immortal Child Ranking was the Immortal Road Chamber’s internal ranking. There were 108 spots in the ranking, with the most talented Saints of the Immortal Road Chamber occupying the spots. Based on their rankings, they would be accorded different treatment and status within the Immortal Road Chamber.
Lan Shenyong was a Great Saint, yet he was only ranked toward the bottom of the ranking. One could only imagine how powerful the ranked individuals were.
“Guardian Zuo, take him down. The Immortal Road Chamber can not tolerate the insult of a nobody,” said Lan Shenyong as he waved at an old man clad in a gray robe behind him.
“Yes, Young Master Lan,” answered the old man before stepping onto the ring.
He did not waste his time talking and immediately demonstrated his dreadful wind power. A massive storm erupted and tore through space as it advanced toward Xiang Shaoyun. The old man was no weakling. He was actually a pseudo-God.
When Xiang Shaoyun sensed the sharp wind energy, he muttered, “I’ll further comprehend the nine profundities on this ring.”
He then made a grabbing motion and formed a storm before unleashing it upon the old man’s storm. The two attacks repeatedly collided as the storm started spreading out. The people around the ring hurriedly retreated in fear, but fortunately, an energy barrier appeared around the ring to block the storm from leaking out.
“Infinite Storm!” roared the old man when he sensed his attack being blocked. He erupted with all his strength. The wind energy in the storm intensified and created a terrifying whirlpool of wind blades that could tear through everything.
“That’s far from enough,” said Xiang Shaoyun as he also released more wind energy. All the ambient wind energy around him was pulled over, making his storm even more berserk. Like a roaring wind dragon, his attack swallowed the old man’s wind energy.
Pu!
The peak Great Saint old man suffered the same fate as the previous challenger and was sent flying out of the ring.
“If all of you only have this much strength, don’t bother coming up here to embarrass yourselves,” said Xiang Shaoyun, his voice tinged with provocation.
The old man was, in fact, not weak. As a peak Great Saint, he was able to display the combat strength of a pseudo-God. It was a pity that his opponent was Xiang Shaoyun. When the Immortal Road Chamber members saw how easily Xiang Shaoyun had defeated a guardian, their expressions turned unsightly. They could only look at Lan Shenyong as he was the only immortal child among them and was the strongest of them. Perhaps he could be a match for Xiang Shaoyun.
Lan Shenyong was aware that he had no choice but to fight. A sneer formed on his face as he said, “It has been a very long time since someone dared to challenge us. Xiang Shaoyun, you are the first to challenge the Immortal Road Chamber in the past 100 years.” He then leaped onto the ring.
“If you want to fight, do it. Stop wasting time talking,” said Xiang Shaoyun.
“As you wish,” said Lan Shenyong as his eyes erupted with a blue radiance. He spread both his palms and sent wave after wave of blue energy crushing forth like an unending tide. The blue energy took the form of 100 water jiaos before pouncing on Xiang Shaoyun.
Hundred Jiao Leaves The Nest!
That was a god-grade technique much more powerful than the old man’s previous attack. It had reached the level of a third-stage pseudo-God.
“Playing with water?” muttered Xiang Shaoyun coldly. He brandished his arms, leaving behind numerous afterimages of his palms as a gentle and unending power simmered in the air. Eventually, a water whirlpool formed before him and crushed against the incoming water jiaos.
