Chapter 2990: Chapter 1557: A Shout Splits 12 Saints, The Sword Cuts Off The Snake Woman’s Voice

“Coming?”

The desolate plains were blanketed by yellow sand, and the mournful wind howled.

After his vision blurred several times, Kong Tong lowered his hand from rubbing his eyes, turned around, and shouted towards the chasm below:

“They’ve come!”

A rustle suddenly arose from around the plaque of the Fate Temple.

The higher void quickly contracted into a small circle, each person with their heart hung high, ready for a fierce battle.

The Twelve Holy Lords each leapt up onto the cliff’s edge; their emotions paradoxically calm, someone made a move and asked:

“How many?”

Kong Tong rubbed his eyes again, peering into the sandstorm, confirmed he had not seen wrong, and yelled downward:

“Five.”

Only five?

The higher void huddled around the plaque instantly felt a relief.

They had more than ten demi-saints here, were they afraid of their five Saint Servants?

According to intelligence, there were only two Saints among the Saint Servants right now, Cen Qiaofu and the Water Ghost.

Just these two, along with Lord Shou, plus two more from the higher void, and they dared come here?

“Somewhat amusing.”

Indeed, it was irresistibly funny, “Do they not realize we have fifteen demi-saints here?”

No sooner had he spoken than laughter failed to rise, and all were as silent as cicadas in cold weather.

Yes, how could the power of the Saint Servants be unknown?

Their cards were openly on the table, and they definitely had a way to know the situation here.

And them daring to attack with just five people, what did that imply?

It implied that they were not afraid!

It suggested that they believed, with Lord Shou pulling strings on the left and lifting weights on the right, along with two ornaments, could annihilate the dozen-plus demi-saints here!

“Arrogant!”

“Proud!”

“But the Saint Servants never act recklessly, especially since the Water Ghost must be among them…”

Thinking this far made their formation self-destruct.

On a side glance at the plaque where that towering silent figure stood, bracing against the wind as if leaning on a railing, all higher void suddenly felt greatly reassured.

What was there to fear?

This was War Saint Taizai Ci!

Even Xu Xiaoshou coming here would bite off more than he could chew, and have to leave with his tail between his legs!

…

“Who is Xu Xiaoshou?”

Amidst the howling wind and rising sand, someone anxiously inquired.

A distance of thousands of miles was merely an instant for demi-saints, and soon those few figures transformed from tiny specks, their outline becoming discernible.

Peering through the haze, Qin Guan bumped into Kong Tong’s shoulder, frowning, “Why does it seem like there are more than two Saints?”

Indeed, there were more!

Kong Tong scrutinized closely.

Aside from the leading figure, who was somewhat elusive, his four companions all had the cultivation level of demi-saints.

“The one in the center is Xu Xiaoshou.”

As this statement was made, the Twelve Holy Lords turned their gaze.

They saw the leading black-clad young man, barely in his twenties, handsomely chiseled and remarkably distinguished, striding along with the majesty of a dragon and tiger, his presence that of the God of War’s descent, even as a mortal, the pressure he brought was no less than Lord Taizai Ci himself!

“What sort of force is this?”

All the Twelve Holy Lords felt a chill, their attention captured by the shadow under Xu Xiaoshou’s feet.

They observed that his shadow was normal—neither too large nor too dark—apparently lacking any external manifestation of the God of War’s power.

“Look behind him!”

Qin Guan’s pupils suddenly shook, pointing to something in the distance.

Amidst the whirlwind and storm, while Xu Xiaoshou indeed looked small, an outline of a colossal figure started to faintly emerge from the dust behind him.

“Thud!”

One step…

“Thud!”

Another step…

“Thud!”

As the Twelve Holy Lords watched this imagery unfold, they felt as though they were caught in an illusion, transported to another world, where all but the sandstorm ceased to exist.

That half-visible sand giant stepped forward one step after another, unhurriedly yet each step seeming to crush the hearts of those below, as if trampling their wills to dust.

“Such a force!”

Such a display of pressure, distinctly an effect demi-saints had on ordinary Spiritual Cultivators, yet now it was reversed.

Who was Xu Xiaoshou?

And what caliber were the Twelve Holy Lords?

Wasn’t this an inversion of natural order, a defiance against the Heavenly Gang?

“The forbidden zone ahead, all who approach shall halt!”

Kong Tong’s body subtly writhed, skillfully shedding that pressure off, squeezed through a gap, pulled out a spear, and roared:

“I, Tuanling Holy Lord Kong Tong, under the command of War Saint Taizai Ci of the Northern Region of the Holy Divine Palace, declare openly, trespass and be granted death…”

Whoosh!

His declaration was still incomplete.

The young figure in the forefront casually swung his hand back, and suddenly the air stilled, silence fell all around.

Kong Tong was as if someone had choked him, the words to bolster his position sticking painfully in his throat.

“Tap tap tap…”

Five figures stepped out from the dust.

By then, the leading young man’s mocking smile on his lips was clearly visible.

He swept his indifferent gaze over the surrounding Twelve Holy Lords, shook his head slightly, and his eyes looked past them down into the chasm below, disdainfully said:

“Let’s skip the pleasantries, young master doesn’t have that much time to waste on you insignificant bugs.”

Ignoring!

A blatant ignoring!

This look, this tone, clearly displayed utter disregard for all the demi-saints present.

The accompanying Water Ghost and Elder Sang’s faces twitched, great, just you are busy, we’re the insignificant bugs with time to peck at each other.

Around the jagged cliffs of the heavenly chasm, all neatly designed and awaiting their arrival, each of the Twelve Holy Lords now bore clear and towering rage.

Not just a hint!

Visible, soaring fury!

How dare such a reckless, disrespectful, and cheeky group utter such wild words in the presence of the noble Twelve Holy Lords? Watch how I blast you!

But before they could even open their mouths…

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