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Chapter 542 - 542: Overflowing Momentum! Challenging the Hundred Spirit Sect (3)

Dharma power surged out of his body and transformed into the true body of the Black Tortoise. Layers of Dharma power seemed to have materialized, forming another Dharma power shield outside his Black Tortoise Armor.

Pffft!

With a muffled sound, the magical power shield on Wang Tengyun’s body was instantly broken. A smooth incision was cut at the edge of the turtle shell, and a ten-foot-long shell flew down.

The black saber beam did not lose its momentum. With a flash, it appeared a mile away and collided with an incomparably huge bronze mask.

“No-!”

A shrill cry came from behind him. Wang Tengyun turned around and saw

Xiao Ji, the fastest Rank 3 Weapon Master to advance in the Ji family’s history, struggling to hold on under the saber beam.

“Crack!” The Rank 3 divine weapon creaked under the Demon Dragon Blade’s saber light that was filled with the power of destruction as if it would be split into two in the next second.

Feeling the Dharma power in her body rapidly depleting, Xiao Ji shouted in fear, “Han Zhao, you can’t kill me!”

She looked at Ji Baiwei, who was standing not far behind Han Zhao, and shouted, “Baiwei! Quickly make him stop!’

“Do you think I don’t know that you’re the culprit who killed my cousin?” Ji Baiwei’s expression turned cold.

“If you kill me, the Ji family won’t let you off!”

Xiao Ji shouted. She was only a hundred years old, it was almost certain that she would advance to the Holy Lord in the future. If she could control a huge grotto-heaven alone, she would have longevity. How could she die in such a place?

“Cao Mengxuan! Wang Tengyun! Come and help me! His Dharma power is almost exhausted!” Xiao Ji begged Cao Mengxuan and Wang Tengyun for help.

Actually, there was no need for her to say anything. Cao Mengxuan and Wang

Tengyun could sense that after Han Zhao swung this saber, the Dharma power fluctuations in his body had already decreased to the extreme.

However, no one dared to take the risk.

Furthermore, Ji Baiwei and the three female sisters of the Lian family were beside him.

Swoosh!

Xiao Ji t s Dharma power was about to be exhausted, and an imperceptible crack appeared on the surface of the Rank 3 divine weapon in front of her. At this moment, the Three Kings Mask suddenly trembled and flew away.

“Three Kings Mask! How dare you betray me?!”

Without the protection of the three kings, the saber beam released by the Demon Dragon Blade instantly struck Xiao Ji t s body.

Before she could even scream, her body was destroyed by the saber beam, and the Primordial Spirit in her body was instantly shattered.

At this moment, a black hole less than a meter in diameter appeared around the Essence Soul fragment. With a sweep, it sucked in Xiao Ji t s Essence Soul fragment and disappeared.

Only her Sumeru Pouch was left. It was brought back by a black light and landed in Han Zhao’s palm.

The Three Kings Mask, which had lost its Weapon Master, originally wanted to escape, but after being stopped by Han Zhao, it stopped in midair. Purple light flickered slightly and it did not move.

“How satisfying! How satisfying! Why don’t we cut it down too!” Xuan Yi’s excited voice came from the Demon Dragon Blade.

The corners of Han Zhao’s mouth twitched. He didn’t expect Xuan Yi’s true personality to be such a combative person.

That attack just now directly depleted his Dharma power. If it was an ordinary Divine Power expert, he would have been sucked dry.

Han Zhao raised the Demon Dragon Blade and said to the huge bronze mask, “Are you going to Baiwei yourself? Or do you want me to shatter you and hand you to her?”

The Three Kings Mask only had a small crack when it took the Demon Dragon Blade’s attack head-on. It was definitely the top-notch Rank 3 divine weapon and was suitable for Ji Baiwei.

Buzz buzz buzz!

After the Three Kings Mask flickered for a while, it quickly shrank with a buzzing sound and flew towards Ji Baiwei before stopping in front of her.

“Thank you, Brother Han.” Ji Baiwei did not stand on ceremony with Han Zhao and put away the Three Kings Mask. If she could absorb the Three Kings Niask and completely fuse with the shattered Seven Evil Mask to reproduce the Ten Kings Mask, she would be in charge of the Ji family in the future and could bring Han Zhao more returns.

“Fellow Daoist Wang, aren’t you going back to prepare the Demon Gold? Why are you still here?” Han Zhao looked at Wang Tengyun, who had returned to his human form, and asked curiously.

“I…I’ll leave now!” Wang Tengyun smiled awkwardly and squeezed out these words from between his teeth. He felt that Han Zhao must be deliberately humiliating him.

However…

It was good to be alive.

If one was struck by the power of the Destruction Rule, their body and soul would definitely be destroyed and they would never be able to reincarnate!

“Just wait. This matter won’t end just like that.” Wang Tengyun hated him in his heart. He would go back and prepare 100,000 Demon Gold first to pacify Han Zhao. He would have a chance to take revenge in the future.

Wang Tengyun rode on his flying light and left quickly.

After Han Zhao’s slash just now, the upper echelons of the aristocratic family who were about to leave quietly stopped in midair. No one dared to leave casually.

“Fellow Daoist is from the Hundred Spirit Sect?”

Han Zhao flew in front of an old man in a white robe with the Green Luan mark embroidered on his chest.

“I’m Yan Buhuan. Greetings, Fellow Daoist Han.” The old man’s expression was bitter as he greeted Han Zhao.

“Fellow Daoist Yan, there’s no need to be like this. It’s true that I have a grudge with the Hundred Spirit Sect, but that’s a grudge with Yu Sheng. I have quite a relationship with Fellow Daoist Xuanji of your sect, so I won’t casually attack.” Han Zhao smiled.

“l wonder what Fellow Daoist Han has to say?” Yan Buhuan asked carefully. He did not believe Han Zhao at all. Otherwise, how did Xiao Ji die just now?

“Fellow Daoist Yan, please tell Yu Sheng to release Fellow Daoist Xuanji and send her to me in a month. Otherwise, I’ll personally go to Wutong Mountain.” Han Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly.

“This… I’ll definitely pass it on.” Yan Buhuan originally wanted to say that this was an internal matter of the Hundred Spirit Sect, but looking at Han Zhao’s expression, he didn’t dare to say this no matter what..