Chapter 1219: Chapter 308: Furious Surge V_4
You Xi also got a fright. Although Brando didn’t say anything, it seemed as if he implied something. His heart was faintly uneasy, and he suddenly connected it to Princess Magdalene’s affair. He lowered his head to ponder whether he should confirm it with Priest Moros later.
And it was at this moment that the Great Priest made a light sound of surprise. He raised his hand to block the line of sight between Brando and Duke Xifah. He hadn’t noticed that Brando had already achieved the strength to manifest elements. In fact, with just a glance, Brando used the strength of the elements. For an ordinary person like Duke Xifah, he merely needed to slightly perturb the law threads, and that was enough to cause the opponent to collapse in fear.
However, if the opponent was someone powerful like Anlek, it might not be as effective. Of course, if Brando used his guaranteed hit ability, within fifty meters, even a Golden Peak existence could be killed as easily as slaying a chicken.
"Hmph," Moros made a cold snort: "Showing off with a bit of cleverness, just a junior after all. I want to see what he wants to say to me."
Brando spread his hands: "I’m not the one who initiated the provocation, Great Priest, but what I want to say to you is, before you think of dealing with us, shouldn’t you consider your own safety first."
Your own safety?
Moros couldn’t help but find it a bit amusing. In fact, he was already sneering. Perhaps Brando was hiding his strength; otherwise, it couldn’t explain how his power increased so rapidly. However, as a priest in the Realm of Elements, surrounded by four elemental strongmen, could he really be killed by the opponent?
Even among the most powerful of the Flame Temple’s priests, probably none has that strength.
However, even before he could retract his sneer, just as Brando finished speaking his last word, a hair-raising sensation suddenly arose from behind him. Moros, who had lived through countless dangers, big and small, would not typically blanch even in the most terrifying crises.
But this time, Moros felt an illusion, as if a terrifying giant beast was watching him, and he might perish in the next moment. He hadn’t had such a premonition for many years.
His expression changed, and he instinctively turned his head.
But in the crowd, someone had shouted before him: "Look over there, who is that!"
Moros saw a hand reaching out from the void beside Brando, this hand was lifting a piece of cloth. To be precise, it was a cloak:
"Giant Cloak..."
He was knowledgeable enough to recognize it at a glance. But in the next moment, the Great Priest couldn’t help but jump up. Not only him, but all the high-level priests and Templars from the Cruz who came with him couldn’t help but reveal expressions of fear.
"This, this, this is impossible!"
"Mephisto!"
"Gray Sword Saint!"
"Long time no see, Moros. This time I’ve brought gifts for you Cruz people again." A certain old man slightly smiled at them, seemingly harmless. But in the next instant, a terrifying power spread out from him, enveloping the entire hall in an instant.
Everyone’s expressions changed.
This is the peak aura among the Mortal World—
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(PS: Stuck a bit this morning, initially wanted to take a break to find some inspiration. However, I thought it’s better to insist on writing a Chapter every day to avoid breaking the flow. Fortunately, I managed to finish it. Indeed, sometimes, one needs to push oneself.) (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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