Chapter 1059: Chapter 1055: A God on the Old Kui Tree
The earth and mountains continue to change, as if the seasons are alternating. When suddenly looking up, the Old Kui Tree has grown to tens of thousands of meters, breaking through the clouds, rushing to the depths of the sky.
Its branches and leaves are lush and full of vitality, blending with the golden hue of the rising sun, making it gleam brightly, appearing like a divine tree.
Its thick trunk is like a mountain, pressing down on the earth, a single leaf shakes in the gentle breeze, and the next moment it falls, causing the ground to tremble.
Yet that figure remains sitting cross-legged, as still as a rock, a silhouette like a mountain, majestic and immovable.
Swish!
A streak of killing intention pierces through the void, disregarding space and distance, slicing towards Lingyun Emperor beneath the Old Kui Tree.
He remains unmoved, allowing the killing intention to come.
"There’s someone else." Han Sanqian gasped sharply, tremblingly pointing at the distant tree.
Those are the trees growing around the arena. Now... as the arena opens, the great world emerges, and the trees have entered alongside.
These tree bodies are equally large, lush and towering to ten thousand meters, with figures sitting atop them, too far to be seen clearly, but shrouded in terrifying original force.
"Seems to be Heaven Rank powerhouses." Han Sanqian stammered: "It’s over, it’s over, we’re really done for." He sensed bad news.
The arena is an arena, but it is also a terrifying battleground.
Heaven Rank powerhouses of the Void God Realm have always suppressed here, aiming to annihilate Lingyun’s arena.
Chen Pingping smiles slightly: "Sanqian, my friend, I feel this is a great opportunity."
Han Sanqian: "???"
Opportunity?
What opportunity?
Damn it, just listened to his deceptive words, stepped into the arena, leading to being trapped in the killing field.
"If you can help Lingyun Emperor get out of trouble, Lingyun will surely be eternally grateful, and at that time, all his legacy will be yours," Chen Pingping said seriously.
"I feel like you’re tricking me," Han Sanqian said angrily, his small eyes trying hard to glare, but alas, they’re too small to form a fierce look.
"Opportunities and risks often come together. Whether to take action, whether to seize them, is up to you." Chen Pingping said no more, glanced back, sensed the arrival of powerful figures.
Perhaps it’ll be soon, those powerhouses will enter here.
Bang!
With one kick, Han Sanqian flew like an arrow towards a giant tree.
Yue Wuxia’s eyes filled with laughter: "Pingping, you’re truly wicked." She thought Chen Pingping would reason with Han Sanqian, then persuade him, unexpectedly, Pingping just extended a foot and kicked.
Atop the tree sits a powerful figure from the Alien Race, now, the Infinite Sea, the Endless Land, hovering up and down above his head.
The Infinite Sea spans tens of thousands of meters, waves rolling, original force surging, with various terrifying anomalies within.
The Endless Land is also tens of thousands of meters, the earth and mountains overlapping heavily, in a square inch, a God seems to be slowly opening his eyes.
A chilling gleam stands upright, cutting through the sky.
Han Sanqian, flying over, cursed loudly: "I %@*（#%O*(3 823." He lost his cool and didn’t even know what words he swore.
Realizing afterward, he wanted to escape.
However, he couldn’t change his trajectory anymore, seeing himself nearing the tree, about to contact that chilling gleam, he gritted his teeth and unleashed an attack.
Strangely, standing in the fourth rank level, his offensive managed to break that powerful Alien Race figure.
The chilling gleam dimmed, the Infinite Sea and Endless Land shattered at this moment, the Alien Race powerhouse showed shock, full of disbelief.
He was actually severely wounded by a fourth-rank martial artist.
Swish!
Killing intention pierced through his body, sending him flying horizontally from atop the tree.
"Wow, Sanqian, you’re amazing!" Yue Wuxia’s exhilaration came from behind.
Uh...
Han Sanqian steadied himself, confused, are these Heaven Rank powerhouses really so weak?
Could it be? They’re already injured, unable to exhibit true strength.
That’s it!
The Human Clan Lingyun is a Great Emperor, a Supreme existence, akin to tenth rank martial artists.
And the Alien Race on the tree, although powerful, presumably at most eighth or ninth rank, too far from the tenth rank.
Though they have numerical advantage, there’s not a single one capable of fighting.
After prolonged confrontation, definitely suppressed by Lingyun Emperor, allowing him to exploit the opportunity.
Thinking of this, Han Sanqian inexplicably gets excited; this is an opportunity to sweep through them, helping Lingyun Emperor out of trouble, then Lingyun Emperor will surely appreciate him, might even take him as a Disciple.
Wonderful!
From now on, with a Great Emperor backing him, where in the Void God Realm cannot be reached?
"Calm, this Lord just slightly acted, yet severely wounded this powerful Alien Race, not worth boasting..." He stood on the tree, holding his chin, quite having the demeanor of a master.
Although his tone shouted for modesty, his words were high.
Slightly acted, a powerful Alien Race...
Yue Wuxia laughed: "Sanqian, go for it, defeat them."
Han Sanqian smiled: "A small matter, watch me suppress the strong enemy." Saying so, he leaped into the air, heading towards the second tree.
In the arena.
Dozens of misty figures rush in here, pairs of eerie, sinister eyes watching within the great world.
They are shocked; that fat man is only fourth rank, yet severely wounded the ancestor.
In another direction, a group of powerful Alien Race also step into the battleground.
"Incredible, what’s the origin of that fat man?"
"Isn’t he just a fat man?"
"Mixed blood."
"He just severely wounded a ninth-rank martial artist..."
A group of Alien Race is stunned.
Liu Zhangting, Bai Qianli, Feng Daqian, and some young princes know Han Sanqian best, but at this moment, they are also bewildered.
The fat man hails from Eastern Mausoleum, mixed blood, relying on sneaky deeds these years, earned quite a bit of Original Stone, hence managed to open up the heart’s original force cultivation.
But until now, he hasn’t comprehended a single talent skill, his perception is really too poor.
Such marginal Alien Race can still severely wound ninth-rank martial artists.
Could it be? He’s been hiding his strength all along?
A few minutes swiftly passed, Han Sanqian once again severely wounded a ninth-rank figure.
Everyone fell silent.
The Alien Race powerhouses rushing into the arena become increasingly cold.
Within the great world, Han Sanqian soared utterly high: "I am already invincible, are you not quick to surrender?" He floated amidst the air, clothes fluttering, targeting the third tree.
Unbeknownst to him!
Within the arena, there are some Heaven Rank powerhouses who have also targeted him.
"Pingping, I feel this guy might face disaster." Yue Wuxia returned next to Chen Pingping, crescent-like eyelashes, containing laughter...
Chen Pingping glanced toward the arena, said: "It’s fine."
With him here, Han Sanqian is safe, as for afterward...
"There’s a God on the Old Kui Tree." Chen Pingping’s expression became solemn.
"A God?"
"Not too sure, but it should be, I sensed Mighty Power." This was why he didn’t act first.
This place doesn’t seem like an arena, more like an ancient altar.
A God suppresses Lingyun Emperor from above, Heaven Rank figures guard around, seemingly trying to offer Lingyun as a sacrifice to the heavens.
Very oppressive.
If it’s an altar, then... this layout, might have existed for a long time?
Time flows...
With Han Sanqian’s actions, more and more trees fall down, all Alien Race powerhouses guarding here suffered terrifying severe wounds, those severely wounded directly perished, most have already lost combat ability.
Han Sanqian laughed heartily, feeling increasingly light, only when his sight touched the direction of the arena, his smile instantly froze.
Something’s not right.
