Chapter 210: Wanghai City

In the sky, the Great Desolate King's expression changed suddenly, looking at the rising thousand-zhang demon shadow.

He had never seen such a massive divine phantom!

And, wasn't this momentum a bit too tyrannical?

But there really was no Immortal Dao aura! How could a True God be strong to this extent?! Without the slightest hesitation, he put away the Star Chart, the starry sky dissipated, and the sun appeared again.

He turned and ran at high speed toward the distance, having no intention of fighting at all.

After failing to cross the Immortal Tribulation last time, he understood a truth: all that bullshit about being invincible at the same level is nonsense!

His Immortal Tribulation was so strong that it could blast the Immortal Soul of an initial-stage True Immortal into severe injury; how could he possibly cross it? If a True God is strong, can they be stronger than a True Immortal? Pursuing so-called invincibility at the same level is simply going against heaven!

If you can't beat them at the same level, you can just improve your realm and beat them back later.

Maybe by then, you won't even need to make a move yourself; they will have been wiped out by that perverted Immortal Tribulation themselves.

Living long is the real thing! Seeking immortality, seeking immortality, isn't what you're seeking just longevity?

He looked back; the massive demon shadow had no intention of chasing, which made him breathe a slight sigh of relief.

But immediately after, a huge sense of compression struck from all directions, constantly compressing his divine phantom until it was completely pressed back into his body.

As for that eight-sided hammer, it was directly pressed into an object like a pendant, showing no momentum belonging to a True Divine Artifact.

Afterward, he was like a bug in amber, spinning in the air and slamming onto the deck.

Long Can stared blankly at the Great Desolate King who had no power to resist.

"Cough, cough."

Qin Jiang coughed twice, a trace of blood appearing at the corner of his mouth.

He shook his head; right now he was still severely injured, and using even a little power made his physical body unable to bear it.

Long Can opened his mouth, his eyes somewhat dazed.

"Little friend... Fellow Daoist... *hiss*... Senior, you..." He couldn't help but speak.

So you still knew you were just struck by an Immortal Tribulation? Looking at the eight-sided hammer that looked like a pendant, was this the thing that almost hammered him to death just now?

He was truly dazed, like seeing a big tree, reaching the sky.

It turned out that this big tree was actually a branch of another super big tree.

And then he thought there wouldn't be a bigger tree than that super big tree, only to find that this super big tree was actually a seedling?

And he was that little bug on the seedling who thought he was invincible.

Ridiculous, truly ridiculous! The world is vast; he had originally thought that Saint Child-level figures were already the best among their peers, and even Dao Child-level existences could not achieve absolute suppression of Saint Child-level figures at the same level.

But now it seems his vision was still too narrow; there truly exist geniuses in this world who can absolutely suppress Saint Child-level figures.

Thinking about it, this Senior must be an existence comparable to the Dao Child level, right?

Even among the many past Saint Children of the Lingxuan Holy Land, he should belong to an existence seen once in five thousand years.

I'm afraid he already has the strength to suppress initial-stage True Immortals!

"I'm fine, just a slight move, it just stirred up some blood energy, no big deal.

This person is left to you; I'm going back, don't disturb me if there's nothing."

Saying this, Qin Jiang waved his hand; his blood energy was indeed somewhat chaotic.

The power of the Heavenly Tribulation in his body had not been completely refined, achieving a special balance with his own power.

Using even a little power would cause this balance to change, leading to his physical body being impacted.

However, the problem wasn't too big; as long as it took three or five days, he would be able to recover to his normal state.

If he were to fully recover, it would take about a month.

By then, his physical body could be considered a blessing in disguise, and he could go to a higher level. "I will strictly follow Senior's order." Long Can hurriedly cupped his hands and said.

After Qin Jiang left, Lu Yao cautiously approached, "Uncle, are you okay?"

Long Can nodded slightly, "This Senior's strength is immortal-like; I estimate that ordinary initial-stage True Immortals might not be his opponent. And..."

He looked at the black sword in his hand, it was even stronger than before.

"His artifact refining methods are truly inconceivable; I have never seen such techniques."

If it were a True God, even if some Artifact Grandmasters made a move to refine a True Divine Artifact, they would all bathe and burn incense, adjust their state, and prepare the arrays to be inscribed in advance.

Like Qin Jiang, refining it casually, it's not that it doesn't exist, but it's limited to some secret artifacts or the most ordinary divine artifacts.

To be able to refine a True Divine Artifact casually, I'm afraid only those Artifact Dao Sect Saints who also study Artifact Dao can do it.

But those are all Saint Lord-level figures, stepping into the time domain, and they can only do it by tracing back mistakes in refining.

Could it be that this Senior possesses a Saint Lord-level supreme treasure? And is also an Artifact Dao Sect Saint? He shook his head violently, throwing this unrealistic thought out of his mind.

A Saint Lord-level supreme treasure is possible, but an Artifact Dao Sect Saint is absolutely impossible; that requires at least thirty to fifty thousand years of thick accumulation to achieve.

"Uncle Long, are you okay?"

Hua Jun Lan walked onto the deck, and couldn't help but exclaim when she saw the Great Desolate King who couldn't move.

"Great Desolate King! Why is he here! Uncle Long, are you that powerful!"

Just now she had been controlling the grand array with all her strength and had no time to look outside; it was only after noticing that the stars in the sky had disappeared that she realized.

She had originally thought that the Great Desolate King had defeated Uncle Long, but she hadn't expected it to be like this.

Logically speaking, Uncle Long couldn't contend with the Great Desolate King at all.

As a newly promoted Saint Child-level genius, she knew very well how powerful Saint Child-level figures were at the same level.

If you miss that line, you miss a hundred and eight thousand miles.

"It was that person." Long Can looked somewhat awkwardly toward the location of the main room.

Hua Jun Lan immediately reacted to who Long Can was talking about; she couldn't believe it, "That person... isn't he severely injured?"

"He is severely injured, and even severely injured he can casually suppress the Great Desolate King." Long Can said somewhat powerlessly.

On the side, the Great Desolate King's eyes also dodged somewhat; fortunately, that person didn't kill him, otherwise he would really have to report to the Underworld.

Being taken back by the Changsheng Sword Sect is also fine, at least there will be no threat to his life, and it won't be long before the Xingluo Immortal Sect sends someone to redeem him.

This is also the tacit understanding between the major Immortal Sects and Holy Lands.

Unless it's a life-and-death sect war, at which point even the Sect Leader has to personally enter the field for a life-and-death battle.

Otherwise, sect disciples like them with high-level backgrounds will not be in danger of life.

Like him, who is almost certain to break through to True Immortal, he is a treasure among treasures.

"Jun Lan, that person likes quiet; check the soundproofing array near the main room again, don't let any mistakes happen."

"I know, Uncle Long, I'll go right now."

The big ship broke through the sea, and in just one day and night, it docked.

Under the morning light, a huge black city sat on the shore, carrying an aura of wildness, like a majestic pass guarding the area.

Qin Jiang walked onto the deck, breathing the fresh air, the Source Qi within a hundred miles being rolled into his body like a vortex, faint Immortal Dao lightning light flowing under his skin.

"What place is this?"

"Senior, this is one of the Divine Cities under the rule of my Changsheng Sword Sect, named Wanghai City, with a True God sitting in it."

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