CHAPTER 505: CHAPTER 399: HAVE YOU HAD ENOUGH FUN? THEN IT’S MY TURN NOW, OH!

Every Saint was a peer-dominating Martial Arts Heavenly Talent who had seized all Creation for themselves.

At this moment, when over sixty Saints converged in the Cloud Sea of Green Heaven and commenced battle, the very space of Green Heaven shattered!

On the northern battlefield, a female Martial Saint from the Sect, dressed in a blue Luo skirt, shook the green bottle Holy Artifact in her hand.

The green bottle Holy Artifact emitted a bright green glow, spreading out and instantaneously condensing into an ancient tree so towering it blotted out the sun.

The many branches of the ancient tree trembled ceaselessly, spreading wildly in all directions. Its roots even pierced through heaven and earth, anchoring in the void.

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

The leaves of the ancient tree swayed frenetically, falling unceasingly. Accompanied by the vast power of Wood Tao Marks, they transformed into tens of thousands of Divine Spears of green radiance. These instantly submerged the Martial Saint of the Daxuan Dynasty, their might awe-inspiring.

Simultaneously, Marquess Flame Sun of the Daxuan Dynasty raised his head and roared skyward; a Divine Bow appeared in his hands.

He drew the bow and notched an arrow, his eyes filling with Starfire. As the bowstring tensed, fire connected heaven and earth, and a blanket of Chaos spread.

"BANG—"

A sound of the bowstring’s release.

The fiery red arrow that left the string immediately transformed into a Vermilion Bird Divine Beast, carrying flames intense enough to boil seas and burn rivers, charging at the ancient tree.

...

This was a chaotic showdown between Saints, where a slight misstep could lead to falling on the spot.

It must be said, this battle among Saints was terrifying. If this confrontation had occurred not in Green Heaven but in the Divine Continent of Eastern Wilderness on Earth, the Eastern Wilderness would have long been battered into ruin, its inhabitants wailing in misery.

As time went on, the Martial Saints of the Sect Alliance gradually began to consciously besiege Bo Qing with coordinated attacks, all incredibly fierce.

The Martial Saints of the Daxuan Dynasty, on the other hand, were intentionally preserving themselves, unwilling to exert their full might to rescue Bo Qing.

Under such circumstances, the chaotic battlefield began to tip in favor of the Martial Saints from the Sect Alliance.

"Wooden Phoenix Marquis, there is no need to risk your life for such a Demon Cultivator lacking a grand vision. I suspect he has a treacherous nature!" Having dodged an attack of frosty Divine Thunder, as massive as a colossus, Misty Moon Marquis tightly gripped the Moon-binding Rope Holy Artifact in his hand and signaled Wooden Phoenix Marquis with a look.

Wooden Phoenix Marquis glanced at Bo Qing, who was struggling desperately in front, and then at Lang Daohou behind him, whose face was dark with anger, and nodded almost imperceptibly. "Of course, I’m aware."

I want to see who will come to save Bo Qing!? Lang Daohou’s eyes were deep, his heart aching intensely.

After his Holy Artifact, the Mad Wave Sword, was damaged by Bo Qing, he had held a grudge against Bo Qing, wishing he could eat him alive.

That was a Holy Artifact, one that could protect a family’s prosperity and inheritance, a second life to a Saint. Yet, it was so easily destroyed by Bo Qing!

Those who could become Marquesses were naturally elites who understood how to assess the situation and make strategic choices. All these Daxuan Martial Saints made only symbolic gestures to fight, prioritizing self-preservation. The predicament Bo Qing faced grew increasingly severe as he was pushed to a dead end.

"The righteous are aided greatly; the wicked find little support. Even your allies are abandoning you; this is what you get for walking the path of a Demon Cultivator!" Taoist Minghuo said coldly.

He rotated the red battle halberd in his hands. Its release was like an erupting mountain flood or a spouting volcano of fiery lava. The red battle halberd shone even more brilliantly, dragging through the void and leaving indelible marks.

"Cough, cough... Cloud Sea Scroll, arise." Ocean-viewing Taoist coughed up blood, his spirit drooping. Yet, he still mustered his energy to fully activate the Cloud Sea Scroll Holy Artifact, with very little Immortal Nuance left within him.

The Cloud Sea Scroll slowly unfolded. In an instant, terrifying visions from within—mountain floods, cascading galaxies, exploding stars—materialized and poured towards Bo Qing.

Not just these two formidable Taoists; at this moment, nine Saints from the Sect Alliance were besieging Bo Qing, unleashing their power in unison.

Ansheng Martial Saint pushed out his Black White Yin Yang Millstone, a wicked smile on his face as he declared, "Next, let’s see how you withstand this!"

In the vast Cloud Sea, divine brilliance of various colors flared, permeating the air with killing intent, and a profound, indescribable terror descended upon the place.

The terrifying power unleashed by the combined attack of the nine Sect Saints sent shudders down the spines of the Daxuan Martial Saints, making them jolt.

This formidable force directly shattered a corner of Green Heaven. How could any ordinary Saint possibly withstand such a hit?

Everyone watched the blue-robed figure, fully focused.

The blue-robed figure was none other than Bo Qing... or rather, Hong Yuan.

At this moment, the tension on Hong Yuan’s face was wiped clean. With an indifferent expression, he spoke softly, "The moment of greatest strength often also represents the moment of greatest weakness."

The moment of greatest strength often also represents the moment of greatest weakness!?

The Saints were puzzled.

Divine Power of Dream Tao—Reversed River Protective Dream Robe!

A grand river of emerald waves emerged from nowhere, swirling around the Sword Body of Hong Yuan, quickly forming a pale blue robe that fortified him.

This pale blue robe was engraved with the sun, moon, stars, flowers, birds, insects, mountains, and rivers. All sorts of intricate Tao Patterns adorned it, lending the robe an even more solemn and majestic appearance.

Around the pale blue robe, white dragons formed of mist hovered, ominously inhaling and exhaling, their presence hiding deadly intent.

The Saints were astounded, for at that moment, Hong Yuan stood high above, exuding a demeanor that surveyed all life, as if he were an Ancient Sword Immortal descending to the mortal realm.

"BOOM! RUMBLE! RUMBLE!"

The mighty assault amassed by nine Saints, including Taoist Minghuo, Ocean-viewing Taoist, and Ansheng Martial Saint, surged towards Hong Yuan. Yet, it was devoured by the emerald river on Hong Yuan’s pale blue robe.

Unruffled.

Quiet.

Stillness.

For just a flash, this chaotic battlefield fell into silence.