Chapter 765

Another was the Great Yu Holy Land.

This Holy Land was also very powerful, with the weapon of an alternative Dao-prover, comparable to an Imperial Weapon.

They also had extremely powerful old fellows.

If Jiang Nan fought them, he might not be afraid.

But there was no need to fight everyone.

There were many that needed fighting; if he fought like this, it would be endless.

Many of his people would also die in battle.

Having just broken through to Quasi-Emperor, he'd talk about it later.

The other side didn't want to fight either, or they were all preparing, or it was something else.

Then let's see if you prepare faster, or if he improves faster.

Jiang Nan and the Blood Phoenix walked the world.

Passing by the Great Yu Holy Land, they also took a look at their door.

Everyone was scared, in a mess, and those with status and qualifications all ran to the deepest places with the most array patterns.

"Despise them," Jiang Nan said, "I'm just passing by."

"Young Master's prestige, they are afraid," the Blood Phoenix laughed.

"Shall I smash their gate?" the Blood Phoenix said.

"Or release a true fire."

"Forget it, it's hard to hurt the foundation, it's meaningless," Jiang Nan said.

"Let's go eat, I really smell the fragrance," Jiang Nan said.

"Heehee, okay," the Blood Phoenix said.

"Young Master Jiang, there are unworthy descendants below who offended the Young Master; we didn't educate them well, no matter what, it's our fault."

"We are here to apologize to the Young Master."

"The Young Master has also killed many people, I don't know how we can let this pass."

"Our Great Yu Holy Land is willing to compensate," an old man brought people, very respectful, and there was an acquaintance beside him, the Great Yu Holy Son.

Looking at Jiang Nan, he also felt very complicated.

He didn't know if he was still qualified to speak; he felt he wasn't.

Such a heaven-defying existence, his realm was just a small character, how could he speak?

The Holy Land made him come.

To be honest, this person, he felt he was just average at the time and didn't care.

And he hadn't said much like the Bright God Son and the others.

At most, it could be considered a fate of having met.

Seeing him again, things were different, the world had changed, and there was a chasm between heaven and earth.

Their strongest existence had to compromise with him.

Speaking of which, he hadn't been hostile; this person grew too fast, and in fact, many times there was no opportunity.

Those below who were hostile, especially targeting that Nanling Demon girl.

He knew some things at the time and didn't care.

Outside, one could compete, and if unhappy, suppress; he didn't feel there was anything wrong.

Those they drank with before were just gathered together; in the wild, they were all opponents.

Even if he encountered them, he would act the same.

For his sect members, for the glory of the Holy Land, and for himself.

Fortunately, he hadn't encountered them.

Otherwise, he would definitely have died a miserable death.

It was still because there was too little time, otherwise he definitely would have acted.

From not caring at the beginning, to later not being convinced, every time it was a blow, and now he could only look up.

As a Holy Son, he was high-spirited, thinking he was invincible in the world.

The more he improved, the higher his realm, the more he found it too difficult.

Where is there any invincibility?

Not only competing with peers, but also with geniuses of the past, geniuses of all time.

And also competing with many powerful figures of the older generation, no longer discussing age, only strength.

Too difficult, too difficult.

He had been defeated, defeated by a young expert of the ancient times, defeated at the same level.

Defeated in a region, how could he be invincible in the starry sky of the universe?

This person had done it.

In a short time, pushing across the ancient road, invincible in heaven and earth.

It was numbing, making people look up.

They all said he couldn't prove his Dao, but among these, how many were qualified to say that?

Those who said these things, were they qualified to prove their Dao?

He had already reached a height that countless people couldn't reach.

Many Holy Sons and Holy Maidens could get stuck at the Saint barrier and couldn't become Saints.

Even at the step of beheading the Dao, they might self-slay and perish.

Every step was too difficult.

Those who could become Saints were very few.

How dare they laugh at others?

Holy Sons had many batches every few years; the pride of the past disappeared in a turn.

If you don't advance, you are nothing.

Many just stopped at the Holy Lord level.

Some even died young, not even reaching this level.

Even the Holy Lord level was something many cultivators envied.

Like the once-arrogant Disha Sect, the strongest was only a half-step Great Expert.

It wasn't that he had worn down his fighting spirit, but he had seen it, been defeated, and recognized reality.

It turned out his aptitude wasn't number one.

There were batches of geniuses every few years; over countless years, there were too many.

He was just a normal one among them.

He would work hard, if there was still a chance.

For example, if he were hostile to this person, the Holy Land might cease to exist.

Let alone what would happen if he lost.