The Strength of the Great Xia War God

"Playing tricks!"

The three-tailed fox demon sneered and swiped her claws.

A martial artist had his chest instantly torn open by the claw blades, which were harder than steel.

Ordinary martial artists had no power to resist her at all.

Her eyes swept towards Zi Xin.

"I'll spare you this time! Next time, I will definitely take your miserable life!"

The three-tailed fox demon muttered coldly to herself.

Slaughtering this woman who betrayed the Hundred Ghosts Sect was an order from the Sect Master.

Unfortunately, the Wan Realm was currently swarming with experts, making it no easy task to take this woman down.

The most important thing right now was... the Golden Sarira here!

The three-tailed fox demon looked towards the center of the Wan Realm, where the golden light was radiating.

There stood a high platform.

The golden light radiated dazzling golden spiritual energy, just like the sun.

The three-tailed fox demon's eyes narrowed.

The very reason for the formation of the Wan Realm was this Golden Sarira.

It was the relic left behind after the passing of an unparalleled Buddhist genius five thousand years ago.

Lin Chen seemed to see through her intentions. Gripping the Cloud-Splitting Cane, he said in a deep voice, "Stop her!"

As he spoke, streams of azure astral wind swirled, forming a tornado that swept toward the three-tailed fox demon.

The long spear in Bai Xiu's hands turned into a brilliant beam of light.

Chen Bing also made his move. Threads of silk shot toward the three-tailed fox demon's body, whistling like bullets.

Clang, clang, clang!

The three-tailed fox demon's body was restricted. Taking the combined attack of Lin Chen and Bai Xiu head-on, her silver fur curled up, and wounds appeared, dripping with fresh blood.

It had to be said that the three-tailed fox demon was very strong.

But under the combined efforts of Lin Chen, Bai Xiu, and Chen Bing, she had absolutely no power to resist.

The battle between the martial artists and demonic beasts on the scene also became increasingly intense.

Right at this moment, the golden light lingering in the sky suddenly vanished.

All the martial artists who were slaughtering each other froze, instinctively looking towards the center of the Wan Realm, the place that had been radiating golden brilliance.

The tall stone platform had clearly lost its light source.

"Cough, we got it!"

The three-tailed fox demon reverted to her human form. Coughing up blood, the corners of her mouth curled into a smile when she saw this scene.

At this time, standing behind the stone platform, a man in black with a pair of beast ears who was just about to secretly steal it, stared at the empty high platform, his eyes freezing.

He... he hadn't even made his move yet!!!

"Heimu, beautifully done!"

Seeing this, the demonic beasts of the Hundred Ghosts Sect present all cheered and jumped for joy.

As expected of the fifth-ranked expert of the Heavenly Dipper!

To actually steal the Golden Sarira right under everyone's noses.

"No, I..."

Heimu grew a little anxious; he hadn't even acted yet.

He was a step too late, it had just been taken by someone else!

Who exactly was it!

"Damn it, to actually let this guy get his hands on it! I'm so pissed!"

Not far away, An Yi said with an angry expression.

At this moment, he was bare-chested, revealing his lean and muscular upper body, wearing nothing but a large pair of shorts.

In this fiercely contested Wan Realm, he looked particularly eye-catching.

Fang Jueming looked at An Yi who suddenly appeared beside him and was immediately startled, unable to help but ask, "Master, your... your clothes?"

An Yi glanced at his silly disciple, exasperated at his failure to grasp the situation, "What time is it, and you're still focusing on that! The Golden Sarira has been stolen!!"

Heimu had a look of utter frustration.

He hadn't even seen the Sarira!

"Hand over the Golden Sarira!"

Just then, a short, skinny old monk, radiating surging killing intent, glared at Heimu.

He threw a punch, powerful energy filling both his fists.

Grandmaster Yuan Yi's fist smashed toward Heimu's face at a terrifying speed, carrying an intimidating aura.

Sensing the danger, Heimu grabbed a long staff from behind him and swept it across, directly hitting Grandmaster Yuan Yi's fist.

Thud!

Grandmaster Yuan Yi took a step back, the vitality and blood within his body churning.

Although his muscles looked very robust, he was already three hundred years old now, and his strength had significantly declined, clearly making him no match for Heimu.

"Go to hell!"

Heimu's eyes turned ferocious and cruel. He swept his staff horizontally, carrying a terrifying sharpness, and smashed it toward Grandmaster Yuan Yi.

Clang!

A monk's spade blocked the attack.

"Amitabha!"

Ji Chen, holding the monk's spade, softly chanted the Buddhist phrase. Dressed in a moon-white monk's robe, he surprisingly possessed an indescribable divine charm.

"This guy..."

An Yi, who was just preparing to intervene and help, was slightly taken aback when he saw the young monk suddenly appear.

He remembered this person's identity.

Ranked second on the Hidden Dragon Roll, Ji Chen. They had met before in the Hongtian Secret Realm.

What he hadn't expected was that after not seeing him for a year, this guy's strength had actually reached the late stage of the Void Realm!!

Truly terrifying!

"Master, are you alright?"

Ji Chen asked leisurely.

Grandmaster Yuan Yi looked indifferent and said indignantly, "I never thought you were hiding in the Wan Realm!"

As early as a year ago, he had already expelled Ji Chen from the sect.

To think he had been inside the Wan Realm all this time, and his strength had reached such a terrifying level.

"Master, the Buddhist Dharma encompasses all phenomena. This is your disciple's inner Buddha!"

Ji Chen said slowly.

His face suddenly became hideous, his eyes turning blood red.

His power also suddenly surged in an instant!

Heimu's expression also grew solemn. Gripping his long staff, he brought out his full strength to confront Ji Chen.

After Heimu obtained the Golden Sarira, the morale of those demonic beasts was greatly boosted, and they fought even more fiercely.

The exit of the Wan Realm was right before their eyes.

As long as they escaped from here, they could then coordinate with the grand army outside to wipe out these people in one fell swoop.

The entire martial arts world of Great Xia would be in the bag!

Crack!

A crimson blade emerged.

The edge of the blade shimmered with light spiritual energy.

A tall, slender figure suddenly appeared at the exit of the Wan Realm, blocking the way out.

His black trench coat billowed with the swirling energy, its hem fluttering as a powerful aura spilled outward.

On that handsome face appeared an unparalleled arrogance, his starry eyes like swords.

Although he was just one person, he completely intimidated the crowd of the Hundred Ghosts Sect present.

"Long Aoyun... how, how could he appear here!"

"It's, it's really Long Aoyun!"

The God of War of Great Xia, Long Aoyun!

How could the people of the Hundred Ghosts Sect not know this guy!

He was absolutely an existence that struck terror into their hearts at the mere mention of his name!

The demonic beasts present only felt their bodies trembling, unable to even hold their weapons.

"What are you afraid of, he's only one person!"

A burly man grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp, pointed teeth.

He cracked his neck, and then, with a snap.

Another head popped out from his shoulder!

Ranked eleventh in the Heavenly Dipper, his true form was a Two-Headed Crocodile. With a powerful bloodline, he was considered a favored son of heaven in the Profound Domain as well.

He had always sneered at this man who was revered as a myth in the human realm.

"Finally, a chance to cross paths!"

The burly man laughed, the exaggerated muscle knots on his arms twitching.

Two massive, blood-stained axes radiated a terrifying sharpness.

"You talk too much."

Slash!

The crimson long blade swept past, bringing forth a spray of fresh blood!

Thud! Thud!

Both of the burly man's heads fell to the ground.

Blood gushed from the stumps of his necks.

The burly figure collapsed to the ground.

This scene instantly terrified everyone present.

Instantly killing the eleventh-ranked Heavenly Dipper Two-Headed Crocodile, is this the strength of the Great Xia God of War!