Chapter 329: The Overbearing Su Chen
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
One had to know that the Purple Clouds Holy Land was quite a distance from the Spirit Race’s ancestral land.
“How can you be her master?” The Spirit Race Grand Elder had a gloomy expression as he spoke. He raised his head and looked at the giant figure in the sky, then at Su Chen, who was standing aloof with his hands behind his back. Su Chen’s claim made waves of shock course through the elder’s heart.
“Why can’t 1 be her master?” Su Chen chuckled lightly. His words were like mountains pressing down on the Spirit Race members’ hearts. The master of a Saint King Realm existence was a terrifying ident.i.ty!
They had considered countless possibilities but never expected this Saint King Realm master to be Su Chen’s subordinate. If it really was Su Chen, then everything they couldn’t figure out suddenly became clear.
Perhaps the Spirit Race and the Qin family’s fallen saints in the Demon Slaying Altar were not killed by some great terror there. Their deaths were surely caused by Su Chen! With a Saint King Realm master’s help, the time for Su Chen to reach the Demon Slaying Altar would be greatly shortened, not as long as they expected. After all, a Saint King Realm master could tear through the void and cross vast distances. For them, tens of millions of miles was mere minutes!
“Then my Spirit Race and the Qin family’s saints…” The Spirit Race Grand Elder’s voice trembled as he struggled to speak, but was interrupted by soft laughter.
“Hahaha… The two of them, plus your Patriarch and several Quasi-Saint Realm powerhouses, are already awaiting you on the road to the underworld!” Su Chen spoke very calmly as if discussing something trivial. To him, the Spirit Race and the Qin family’s saints were like ants.
His words plunged the entire Spirit Race into dead silence. Everything was now clear to them. Their two fallen saints had not perished due to the terrifying existence within the Demon Slaying Altar but by Su Chen’s hand! Or rather, by the Saint King Realm master under his command! Before this, no one imagined Su Chen had a Saint King Realm subordinate. Being caught off guard was reasonable.
“Su Chen! Aren’t you going too far to kill our saint and Patriarch?”
On the back mountain of the Spirit Race, the peak-stage Saint Realm powerhouse slowly opened his eyes. In an instant, a terrifying divine radiance pierced through the void. An immensely horrifying pressure emanated from his body, causing the entire world to tremble.
The weaker Spirit Race members were even more frightened, on the verge of prostrating themselves in fear.
His eyes were like two black holes that could devour souls, cold, desolate, devoid of light. Behind him, mountains crumbled as another terrifying divine weapon rose into the air. The flickering divine weapon illuminated the heavens.
This was a Saint-King-level divine weapon! It was also the foundation of their race that allowed the Spirit Race to stand tall for tens of thousands of years. Although only at the peak stage of the Saint Realm himself, just having a Saint-King-level divine weapon allowed him to unleash tremendous power. While not enough to contend with a real Saint King Realm master, it could stall for some time. If he could obstruct the enemy, the Qin family’s experts would arrive soon. Who would win was uncertain then. After all, the Qin family was no ordinary force. Their foundations ran deep, with countless hidden old monsters beyond imagination. Any expert from their family exceeded ordinary people or saint-level forces.
“Go too far?” Su Chen sneered coldly. “Although you weren’t there, you should know what happened at the Demon Slaying Altar! Isn’t today’s situation the fault of your Spirit Race?” His gaze swept over the saint of the Spirit Race. He did not care about their Saint-King-level divine weapon.
Instead, he looked to Qin Hao and Cao Yun. “What are you two still standing there for? Waiting to be killed by their divine weapon?”
“Big brother!”
“Senior Brother!”
At that moment, Cao Yun also emerged from the darkness. He came to Qin Hao as they rose into the sky together, still feeling dreamlike. Just before, they had steeled themselves for a final gambit, though even their backup plans likely couldn’t survive those saints’ pursuit, truthfully.
Saint Realm powerhouses were extraordinary. Given their current Nirvana Realm and Quasi-Saint Realm cultivations, the Spirit Race barely needed to mobilize too many saints at all. Just one could force them into despair! But unbelievably, Su Chen had arrived at the last moment, and even brought a Saint King Realm master!
The situation instantly reversed. If the Spirit Race lacked equally powerful experts, they would truly be endangered today. So far, no Saint King Realm master had appeared among them, making many guess there simply were none in their race!
“Big brother, why did you suddenly come over?” Qin Hao asked curiously.
“What do you think?” Su Chen simply counter-questioned, glancing between them meaningfully.
“I see!” Sensing his gaze, Qin Hao immediately realized and looked deeply at Cao Yun. He hadn’t expected this ordinary-seeming guy to secretly inform Su Chen. Only Cao Yun notifying Su Chen in advance allowed his big brother to show up at such a critical moment.
Unknowingly, Qin Hao’s respect for Su Chen rose to another level. At his most perilous times, his big brother always appeared to resolve the crisis. Without him, Qin Hao would’ve perished long ago in Tianyang City, unable to achieve what he had today.
“Long Wu, there’s no need for the Spirit Race to exist anymore!” After chatting with them briefly, Su Chen raised his head and spoke indifferently.
“Yes, Master!” Long Wu respectfully acknowledged with a nod..