Chapter 1880: Chapter 1877: No Sect
The faces of several people turned even darker. Originally, they planned to coordinate with only the middle-aged man and move in secret.
But unexpectedly, before they could take action, the middle-aged man was already heavily injured and defeated.
This completely disrupted their plans.
For a while, attacking wasn’t an option, nor was escaping, making things very awkward.
"So, are you still going to make a move?"
"If not, then get lost quickly! Don’t delay our exhibition."
The Dark Red Divine Dragon shouted coldly.
In the sky, those Wanchu Holy Land martial artists had furious red faces but didn’t dare to retaliate.
Just then, a roar came from afar: "Who dares to bully my Wanchu Holy Land?"
This voice was full of power, like golden gongs, resounding in all directions.
"Elder!"
Upon hearing this voice, the Wanchu Holy Land martial artists were overjoyed.
"Great, the elder has arrived."
"Our Wanchu Holy Land experts have arrived! The crowd was moved to tears."
Then, their expressions became ferocious as they stared at the Dark Red Divine Dragon and Lin Xuan.
"Brat, you’re dead for sure!"
"The elder of my Wanchu Holy Land has arrived, you’re definitely dead!"
"Exactly, we’ll make you wish you were dead!"
These Holy Land disciples became arrogant again.
The surrounding crowd was in an uproar; they couldn’t believe that Wanchu Holy Land had brought more experts.
And judging from the looks, this time there seemed to be dozens of them.
Such a team was incredibly powerful. Even if Lin Xuan and the Dark Red Divine Dragon were strong, they probably wouldn’t be able to resist.
Lin Xuan slightly raised his head, looking toward the sky, squinting his eyes.
"They finally arrived?"
He had a cold smile on his lips, as he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
Because the surrounding mountains were set with a shocking great formation by him, just waiting for them to arrive.
The sky was densely packed with 50 or 60 figures descending from the sky, exuding a terrifying aura.
Leading them was an elder, exceptionally furious.
The aura from him soared to the clouds, like an Ancient Demon Beast, making people tremble.
This was an elder from the Wanchu Holy Land, possessing terrifying strength.
Behind him stood martial artists of various ages, equally fierce, strong warriors from Wanchu Holy Land.
However, although these people were strong, none had reached the Great Power Level, which relieved Lin Xuan a lot.
No Great Power appeared, no matter how many kings came, it was useless; they posed no threat to him.
Seeing those people arrive, the remaining Wanchu Holy Land martial artists quickly rushed up to them.
Then, one by one they recounted the earlier events.
The elder of Wanchu Holy Land, listening to this, grew angrier and angrier.
In the end, he snorted coldly, raising a large hand to slap Lin Xuan, intending to smack him to death.
The surrounding disciples blocked all directions, preventing any escape.
In the sky, a terrifying chaos hand emerged, covering the sky and reaching toward Lin Xuan.
Chaos Qi surged, incredibly frightening. The power was far more terrifying than that of the earlier middle-aged man in purple.
This was an elder powerhouse, naturally not comparable to the younger generation.
Bang!
Lin Xuan unleashed the Destructive Black Dragon Fist, his ferocious fist as dark as ink, like a giant dragon rushing toward the sky.
Boom boom boom!
The collision erupted into a nerve-wracking aura.
Terrifying light surged in all directions, the violent destructive power forcing people to keep retreating.
Surrounding peaks collapsed with a rumble.
After the blow, Lin Xuan stood with his hands clasped behind him.
In the sky, the elder of Wanchu Holy Land’s expression changed drastically.
Although he didn’t retreat, his whole arm was completely numb, unable to exert any strength.
The opponent’s fist was so astonishing, the violent aura almost destroyed his entire arm.
The next moment, he suppressed his inner fear and coldly questioned.
"Brat, who are you, and from which sect? Why are you opposing my Wanchu Holy Land?"
Though he snorted coldly, there was no longer the previous arrogance.
He seemed to be probing Lin Xuan’s identity.
Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan sneered, "No sect, just an independent practitioner."
"I’ve never opposed Wanchu Holy Land, it’s just you are overbearing and looking for trouble with me."
"I’m merely retaliating passively."
"No sect!"
The crowd was shocked, could he be an independent practitioner?
The elder of Wanchu Holy Land furrowed his brows.
The opposite party being an independent practitioner, he couldn’t believe it!
An independent practitioner, of such age, how could he possess such formidable power, making his heart tremble with fear?
He should know, he was an elder of Wanchu Holy Land, a powerhouse, and his strength was no weaker than the Saint Child Level’s young Heavenly Pride.
For the opponent to contend with him, he must have at least reached the Saint Child Level.
How could such a person be an independent practitioner?
The next moment, Elder Wan Chu snorted coldly, "Brat, since you won’t say, don’t blame me for not being polite!"
He was here to resolve this exhibition. Anyone daring to oppose Wanchu Holy Land must be captured.
"Anyone unrelated, get out of Wanchu Holy Land’s affairs!"
He shouted angrily, an overwhelming aura emanating from Elder Wan Chu.
"It’s over. They’re going to take action!"
Seeing this scene, the surrounding martial artists felt their scalps tingle, quickly rushing to the sky, leaving the area.
There was no choice, a great battle was inevitable, and they didn’t want to be swept into this storm.
In an instant, all the martial artists on the mountain left, leaving only the Dark Red Divine Dragon and Lin Xuan.
And in the sky, the dense mass of Wanchu Holy Land powerhouses.
"Capture those two for me!"
Elder Wan Chu roared, looking down.
With a sweep of his hand, 50 or 60 disciples swiftly moved toward Lin Xuan and Dark Red Divine Dragon.
"Want to fight? Fine, I haven’t stretched my bones in a long time, I’ll play with you today!"
The Dark Red Divine Dragon snorted coldly.
Though in the appearance of a youth, his tone was ancient and wise. He stretched his limbs, unleashing a terrifying force toward the incoming martial artists.
Instantly, a great battle erupted in the sky.
On the ground below, Lin Xuan squinted his eyes.
Regarding those who came, he was unreserved, directly swinging a giant black hand, sweeping out.
Bam bam bam!
The terrifying hand, like a mountain, carrying a strong destructive aura, directly smacked three approaching martial artists away.
Those three martial artists screamed, their bones shattered, crashing onto the surrounding peaks.
"So powerful!"
Witnessing this scene, the approaching martial artists were momentarily stunned, a look of terror in their eyes.
But then, they swiftly rushed forward again.
No matter how strong the opponent, this time they were over twenty people, enough to take on the opponent.
Humph!
Seeing more than twenty strong kings flying over, Lin Xuan snorted coldly, then quickly unleashed the Dragon Sword Domain, enveloping the surroundings.
"Comparing King Domains? Courting death!"
In the sky, those Wanchu Holy Land martial artists sneered, then they too unleashed their King Domains.
