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Chapter 549: I’ m Invincible Below the Deva Realm! (1)

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Chu Countrys Wutong Mountain was a vast mountain range formed by a main peak and 36 secondary peaks.The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the NoᴠᴇFɪre.nᴇt

On the top of the main peak, there was a parasol tree that had lived since ancient times. The huge crown of the tree hung high in the sky. The leaves on the branches were bright all year round. Up close, it looked like a canopy made of flames. From afar, it looked like a phoenix looking down at the sky.

The surrounding 36 sub-peaks surrounded the main peak like stars surrounding the moon.

The number one sect in Chu Country, the Hundred Spirit Sect, was located on the main peak of the Wutong Mountain Range.

In the past, other than the main peak that could not be entered at will, the other peaks could enter and leave freely.

Especially the twelve mountains in the periphery, outsiders were allowed to enter and admire the Wutong Tree on the main peak from afar.

However, half a month ago, even the legacy disciples and elders of the sect could not enter and leave freely on the main peak.

The other peaks that were originally for inner and outer sect disciples to live in were also sealed.

The mountain peaks that outsiders could not enter were also assigned for legacy disciples and elders.

The entire Wutong Mountain Range was filled with a murderous atmosphere.

All of this stemmed from the battle between the sect master of the Hundred Spirit Sect, Yu Sheng, and the new Martial God, Han Zhao.

Ever since the news of Han Zhao accepting the challenge spread, it instantly swept through the entire East Victory Continent.

The last battle at the Heavenly Profound Mountain had exceeded everyone’s expectations. The only spectators were the upper echelons of the aristocratic families.

This time, other than many descendants of aristocratic families who had rushed to the periphery of the Wutong Mountain Range early to wait, there were also many hidden martial artists who rushed over.

In the entire periphery of the Wutong Mountain Range, there were actually tens of thousands of martial artists and descendants of aristocratic families.

There were actually rare Visceral Tempering grandmasters among martial artists everywhere.

The Fiend Condensation Martial Saint, who could do whatever he wanted in a prefecture, accounted for nearly a tenth of the total number of people.

Almost half of the martial artists of the East Victory Continent rushed here, wanting to watch this world-shaking battle that was rarely seen in hundreds of years.

Although they were only watching the battle from the periphery, not many martial artists below the Grandmaster Realm dared to come.

This was because, in a battle between peak experts, just the aftershock might injure them. Therefore, the qualifications to watch this battle were at a height that ordinary martial artists could not reach in their lives.

“l didn’t expect Han Zhao to attract so many martial artists.”

A disciple of an aristocratic family stood on a short slope and looked at the large number of martial artists nearby. He felt the soaring blood essence power, and the divine weapon fragment in his body emitted a complicated feeling of hunger and fear.

The blood qi of a martial artist was a great tonic for divine weapons. However, when a large number of high-grade martial artists gathered together, the blood qi formed by their blood qi could greatly wear down the divine weapon power.

Otherwise, martial artists would not have dominated for tens of thousands of years before the thousand-year war.

“That’s right. If we don’t look, we won’t know. Among so many martial artists, other than a small portion that belongs to our aristocratic family, many people have never seen them before.”

“There are more than ten Perfected Seven Fiends! Furthermore, they’re all secluded cultivators. I didn’t expect martial artists to have such tenacious vitality.”

The other descendants of the aristocratic families were also discussing it.

“With Han Zhao’s death today, the last hope of martial artists will be completely obliterated. These people should give up.” A disciple of an aristocratic family sneered.

Many people agreed, but most of them remained silent.

“The Myriad Spirit Array of the Hundred Spirit Sect is known as the number one killing array in the East Victory Continent. Below the Deva Realm, there’s almost no way out. However, what if, what if Han Zhao wins?”

At this moment, the uncertain voice of a descendant of an aristocratic family came from the crowd.

When everyone heard this, they were in no hurry to refute.

His words hit the nail on the head.

What if Han Zhao won?

The aristocratic families suppressed martial artists, but it did not stop the descendants of the aristocratic families from worshiping the strong.

Han Zhao was furious for his beauty and barged into the Myriad Spirit Array alone. Even if he died, he would still be a hero.

“There we go!’

After an unknown period of time, everyone raised their heads and looked towards the west.

A white sword light rushed over from the distant sky and stopped above the Wutong Mountains.

On the flying sword, a handsome young man in a white robe stood with his hands behind his back.

“It’s him. He’s Han Zhao!”

After the Heavenly Profound Sect battle, Han Zhao’s appearance had already entered the eyes of all the upper echelons of the faction.

Although many of the martial artists present had never even seen Han Zhao’s portrait, such peerless charm could only belong to Martial God.

“He reached the peak at the age of 37. Even if I saw it with my own eyes, it’s still unbelievable.’

Seeing Han Zhao’s calm appearance as he descended outside the main peak, the martial artists watching were all focused. They all activated their true qi to the limit to strengthen their five senses.

“This battle will change the situation of the East Victory Continent. If Han Zhao wins, the path of martial arts will revive. If Han Zhao loses, everything will be over.’

Even if they could not see the battle scene hundreds of kilometers away, it would not be in vain to listen to this unprecedented battle and fantasize about the battle scene.

Above the clouds, Cao Mengxuan, Wang Tengyun, Qi Qingchan, and the other upper echelons of the aristocratic families had already arrived.

“His Dharma power is stronger than a month ago!” Cao Mengxuan’s gaze was solemn.

Wang Tengyun’s expression darkened. He subconsciously placed his right hand on the Sumeru Pouch at his waist.

He did not believe that Han Zhao could survive the Myriad Spirit Array, but he did not dare to gamble.

“Can he win?” Qi Qingchan’s eyes flickered. When she found out that Han Zhao was going to the Hundred Spirit Sect to fight, she could not believe her ears.

She originally wanted Han Zhao to help enlighten the spirit cave of the

Dragon Abyss Mountain, but he did not expect that he had just passed the Divine Power Tribulation. Instead of seizing the time to stabilize his realm, he actually wanted to barge into the Myriad Spirit Array alone for a female confidant. It was really not a wise move..