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Chapter 628 - 627: East Buddha’s Terror, Holy Soldier Save Me!! [First Update]

The whole scene was silent.

The air was filled with the smell of blood.

The Old Dragon King looked incredulously at the bodies of the three dragon clansmen, his eyes blazing with rage; he stared fixedly at Lin Heng, his blood boiling uncontrollably, with an impulse to battle fiercely.

Ying Zheng was also stunned and lost in thought; he took a deep breath, staring at Lin Heng.

The corpse aura shrouded his face, making it impossible for outsiders to see his expression, let alone know the turmoil within his heart at that moment.

The atmosphere became solidified, oppressive, and subtle because of Lin Heng’s sword.

Mencius, seeing this situation from behind, couldn’t help but frown, and a trace of worry appeared on his face.

Cyan Snake, holding the body of White Snake, also gazed here in a daze, showing a bit of concern.

The strong observers from various worlds held their breath, as if they too were on the scene, becoming involuntarily tense.

At this moment, Lin Heng, however, was calm inside, without any waves; his expression was indifferent and his tone as cold as an iceberg, "Emperor of Great Qin, is there anything else?"

Ying Zheng was silent for a long moment before he spoke with a somewhat self-mocking laugh, "Thank you, Taixu Celestial Venerable, for not destroying the Dragon Race. It is I who has disturbed you. Goodbye!"

He turned to leave, the atmosphere oppressive, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The Old Dragon King shot Lin Heng a resentful glance, suppressing his fury, and finally left with Ying Zheng.

But in his heart, he felt humiliated, unable to release it, and along the way, he stirred up a large area of the star realm in a fit of fury.

Ying Zheng did not stop him, nor did he make a sound.

This made the Old Dragon King all the more stifled.

"He disrespects you so, and you still hold back?" The Old Dragon King finally spoke, his face full of resentment.

"So what, should I battle him?" Ying Zheng’s tone was somewhat self-deprecating.

The Old Dragon King was at a loss, feeling only humiliation in his heart.

With his strength, he certainly understood that in today’s world, Taixu Celestial Venerable was undoubtedly the foremost under the Saints.

Neither he, Ying Zheng, nor Wutian of the Demon Realm, nor Yang Jian of Daoism could compare.

Today, the strength displayed by the opponent was, without exaggeration, a level different from theirs.

The current Lin Heng.

Needs no one’s help; he alone can battle a Saint!

Though there is still a gap, it is merely between one and two, not zero and one.

So, what if they feel aggrieved?

If they dared to battle, it would just add two more names to the list of fallen Quasi-Saints today.

"Alas..." The Old Dragon King sighed.

Ying Zheng also lamented, "And now, only Saints in this world can handle him."

Pausing here, he advised the Old Dragon King, "The Dragon Race’s liberation is not easy; let today’s event be considered as their own doing, and don’t dwell on it."

After speaking, he paved a path of black light beneath his feet, connecting the star realms, traversing continents, returning to Great Qin.

The Old Dragon King, meanwhile, unwillingly glanced in the direction of Jambudvipa Continent, a restrained rage in his deep dragon eyes.

...

Meanwhile, on the battlefield.

After dealing with all the Quasi-Saints, Lin Heng wasted no time, heading directly for the Celestial Dao Gate.

At this time, East Buddha was already standing on the Eighth Heaven Tier.

The turmoil outside was crystal clear to him.

The appearance of Lin Heng, with the terrifying power he displayed, left him incredulous and deeply anxious.

Cold sweat as large as beans dripped from his forehead like falling rain, as he ascended the platform with such exertion that his face turned crimson.

Especially when he sensed that the Quasi-Saints over there had been slaughtered.

East Buddha’s heart was as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

"The last step, the last step."

"Hurry, hurry!!"

Buddha Light erupted like the sun illuminating everywhere, his whole body shrouded in scriptures, his blood boiling, exerting all his strength just to step on the final tier.

As long as he set foot on the Ninth Layer, the Saint Tribulation would begin.

Within the Saint Tribulation, no one could touch him, not even an actual Saint!

"Let me ascend!!"

East Buddha roared, shaking the universe, the foot suspended in the air bloomed a grand lotus, and with a crash.

Space shattered.

The indescribable resistance was finally broken and trampled beneath him.

On his uneasy face, finally appeared ecstasy.

But just as that foot was about to land on the last Celestial Ladder.

The surrounding Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi was suddenly extracted, a cold glint gathered, carrying a world-shaking aura, shattering the void as it arrived.

It turned out to be the Immortal-Trap Sword from the Four Immortal Slaying Swords!

East Buddha’s expression was shocked.

"Buzz!"

The Seven Treasures Exquisite Tower emitted an ominous hum, shattering a piece of the starry sky, the stars above turning to dust and falling like snow.

The seven-colored Miao Guang poured like a galactic river, blocking the Immortal-Trap Sword.

Yet Lin Heng descended from the sky, both palms striking simultaneously, Dao Roaring, striking down the seven-colored Miao Guang.

The cold beam of the Immortal-Trap Sword fell onto the Celestial Dao Steps.

Then, the strong observers heard only a miserable scream, East Buddha’s right foot, about to touch the Celestial Sect, was severed by a sword.

Blood rain poured, staining the Nine Heaven stairs red.

The once sacred and majestic Celestial Dao Gate was now soaked in shocking bloodstains.

What frightened East Buddha more was Lin Heng’s true self had already arrived.

He smashed a fist across, the space between the two collapsing layer by layer, forming a black hole.

At a glance.

It was as if a fist came crashing through from the other end of the black hole and appeared on this end.

The dreadful aura made East Buddha, whose power had dramatically increased over the years, feel chilled to the bone.

"Holy Soldier save me!!"

He no longer had the dignity of a Buddha, crying out in terror, frantically fleeing.

But he didn’t need to say much.

The moment the seven-colored Miao Guang was struck down by Lin Heng, the Seven Treasures Exquisite Tower hastily descended.

The ancient tower emitted a great Buddha’s aura, shaking the universe, standing in front of East Buddha.

Bang!

Lin Heng’s fist that penetrated space struck the extreme sacred weapon of the Luminous Ancient Buddha.

A massive sound exploded in the universe.

The entire Southern Immortal Realm’s beings once again fell into a momentary deafness.

Mountains and rivers crumbled, continents shattered.

This world trembled.

The ripples from the collision of fist and Holy Soldier overturned hundreds of millions of miles of Celestial Domain, plunging the battlefield into chaos.

Once the vision cleared.

The strong of all sides saw the figure of Taixu Celestial Venerable being sent flying backward.

The previous clash with the Phoenix Blood Dragon Pattern Cauldron had left Lin Heng heavily injured.

So this time, he couldn’t smash the Holy Soldier again.

Yet he also didn’t lose.

Though he was sent flying for millions of miles, the Seven Treasures Exquisite Tower was also directly blasted out of the Thirty-Three Heavens, cast into the desolate borderlands of the universe.

But East Buddha was worse off.

Though the Seven Treasures Exquisite Tower blocked the punch, the shockwave from the collision hurled him from the Celestial Dao Steps, falling millions of miles away into the First Celestial Realm.

The grand and solemn body of the Great Buddha was now as cracked as a spider’s web.

Golden blood gushed out, converging into a river of blood, flowing down the Nine Heavens.