Chapter 757 - 688 Zhenming Holy Land_3
“My will is that today, Zhen Xuan be deposed and Sisi be established as the Saintess!”
He spoke outright.
Ming Sisi was his granddaughter.
Years ago, he had wanted to place Ming Sisi in power, but Zhen Xuan’s talent was too strong, making it difficult for Ming Sisi to even catch up to her.
But now, the Origin of the Grey Mist had changed everything!
“Zhen Xuan, is it? You dare to fight me?”
Ming Sisi directly looked at Zhen Xuan and scoffed,
“If you can withstand three of my moves, I will plead for mercy on behalf of your master and spare his life. How about that?”
Upon hearing this, Zhen Xuan fell silent.
Being clever, she naturally understood… the Holy Land had changed.
It was no longer the Zhenming Holy Land of old, and even she and her master might not be able to leave safely.
She took a deep breath and said,
“Then let’s fight!”
She stepped forward.
Ming Sisi sneered, raised her hand, and struck with her palm!
Instantly, a surge of force was released.
The Ash Mist swirled, carrying an eerie breath as it circulated.
“This is… the Divine King Realm!”
“Lady Sisi has actually reached the God King Realm?”
“Incredible, Lady Sisi is so young yet possesses such cultivation level. She can truly be called the proud daughter of heaven!”
Everyone was shocked!
Ming Sisi’s cultivation level had reached that of the Divine King.
“Xuan’er!”
Seeing this, Honored Haoming was greatly alarmed and quickly made a move to protect Zhen Xuan.
Even though he was also at the level of the Divine King, an ordinary Divine King was no match for the Ash Mist Divine King, especially now that Zhen Xuan was only in the Divine Monarch Realm.
But before he could act, Saint Lord Minglan had already appeared beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Haoming’s cultivation level instantly stagnated, and he was suppressed to the point of being immobile!
In the great hall, a palm of Ash Mist descended towards Zhen Xuan.
Zhen Xuan took a deep breath, giving her all, as Divine Power burst forth from her.
Boom!
A muffled sound followed, and Zhen Xuan’s divine forces dissipated as she was sent flying backwards and crashed heavy outside the great hall.
She had… lost!
“Heh heh, you’re really too weak, not even able to block a single palm of mine.”
Ming Sisi smiled, her eyes brimming with triumph.
In the past, she couldn’t even see Zhen Xuan’s back…
Now, Zhen Xuan had become a defeat under her hands.
Zhen Xuan struggled to her feet, with fresh blood continually spilling from the corner of her mouth, her face now as pale as death.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you, this palm of mine shattered your foundation. Your life… is now useless.”
Ming Sisi continued speaking, smiling gently.
“Disciple!”
Honored Haoming yelled, his eyes reddening as he said,
“I’ll fight you all…”
But before he could finish, Saint Lord Minglan, who was pressing down on his shoulder with one hand, suddenly had a cold glint in his eyes as the Grey Mist surged!
He aimed to suppress Haoming!
The body of Honored Haoming started to crack, and he was on the verge of death!
“Master!”
Zhen Xuan’s expression was extremely ugly as she became frantic.
“Today, I will eliminate both master and disciple and cleanse our ranks!”
Saint Lord Minglan declared coldly!
Haoming’s face showed excruciating pain as the Grey Mist invaded his body.
But then, gritting his teeth, he suddenly struck back at Saint Lord Minglan with a palm.
“You still dare to resist?”
Saint Lord Minglan scorned as he met the attack with his palm.
However, the moment they connected, a wisp of white mist twined around Haoming’s palm.
Boom!
Suddenly, Saint Lord Minglan let out a cry of agony as he was struck and flew away!
Crashing heavily into a bronze pillar in the great hall, the pillar shattered upon impact.
Seeing this, everyone in the hall was startled.
And Honored Haoming had turned into a streak of light, swiftly fleeing from the hall while pulling Zhen Xuan along to escape the scene swiftly!
“Saint Lord!”
“Saint Lord, are you alright?”
“How could Haoming possibly defeat the Saint Lord?”
In the great hall, many elders cried out in shock, circling around Saint Lord Minglan anxiously.
Saint Lord Minglan spat out grey blood, a touch of horror in his eyes as he lifted his palm and said,
“What is this thing? This old undying Haoming, he used this to ambush me…”
Everyone looked closely, only to see that sticking to the palm of Saint Lord Minglan was a clump of…
Mud!
Everyone was astounded…
4000+ characters in this long chapter, I’ll continue writing, try to write another chapter.
You can go to sleep after finishing this chapter and read the next one in the morning.