Peerless War God

However, from Qing Feng's reaction, it was clear that he was an extremely terrifying existence.    

Qing Feng had also ascended through heavenly tribulation, becoming an existence at the Heavenly Tribulation Realm. Everyone was extremely wary of this mysterious sea deity.    

In addition, even the leader of the Komodo Dragon Tribe, Modo, was regarded as a powerful existence. There was no doubt about his strength, it was not something Chen Xiao could contend with.    

Without any hesitation, Chen Xiao turned around and left. He increased his speed to the limit as he crazily tried to escape.    

However, if he wanted to escape, the flood dragons of the Mo Clan would not let him do so.    

"Stop him! Don't let that damn human escape!"    

"Even if we have to sacrifice our lives, we must stop him. We must buy enough time for our commander to descend upon the Sea God."    

The dragons that had previously been filled with incomparable fear and retreated several tens of thousands of meters were now displaying their terrifying bloodlust at this crucial moment.    

Not afraid of death, not afraid of death. Even if he was going to risk his life, he had to stop Chen Xiao.    

This kind of enemy was the most terrifying.    

Where there were living creatures, there would be battles, whether it was the Sea race or the human race, or other foreign races.    

Struggling for territory, competing for resources, competing for a spouse, and so on, all went on and on.    

However, the Mojiao clan was very united, especially when facing foreign enemies. They were united as one for their purpose, even if it meant risking their life.    

Without this realization, the Mojiao clan would have been destroyed many times over in the endless sea due to the countless years of internal strife between the terrifying Sea Tribes.    

"Murderer."    

"The human race shall die."    

The elites of the Mojiao Clan roared loudly. With the aura of one facing death at the peak, they crazily charged at Chen Xiao.    

Monster shadows that blotted out the sky and covered the earth, a terrifying and oppressive aura swept out.    

Chen Xiao stopped in his tracks. There were experts from the Wyrm Tribe all around him. Seeing that Mo Duo's Sacrificial Art was about to succeed, it was too late for him to escape. Only by fighting with his life on the line would he have a chance of survival.    

The fearless spirits of these flood dragon tribesmen were truly shocking, but that was all.    

Sometimes, death wasn't something that was scary. What was truly terrifying was the torment that came from the mind. It was despair. It was a suffocating fear.    

Chen Xiao had already experienced this for a long time. Adventure after adventure, training and making difficult breakthroughs, the hardships he has suffered and the hardships he has experienced, are not little.    

The stubbornness in his heart would never allow him to fall here.    

"Black Spirit, kill them all!"    

With a jolt in his soul, more than half of Chen Xiao's telepathic thoughts poured into the Black Spirit Group's body, turning into tiny wisps of black gas. The Black Spirit speed rapidly increased and disappeared in a flash.    

The black gas swept through the area in front of him in a frantic manner and engulfed the entire sea area in an instant.    

It was as if they were in the darkness of night, enveloping the entire clan.    

After their souls were torn apart by the black spirit, corpses fell into the deep sea without any strength left in them. Within ten breaths of time, all of the Black Dragon Clan's elites had been killed.    

The only ones still alive were Mo Duo, who was in the middle of a sacrificial ceremony in the distance.    

"No, no, I'll kill you …"    

As he roared, more of his Qi and blood were sucked away, and his lifespan was taken away. His appearance was visibly aging as his cultivation base once again fell.    

This time, it had actually dropped down to the early stage of the Saint Ruler realm.    

It was obvious that in order to kill Chen Xiao, he had risked his life. Even if he had to give up his hard-earned cultivation, he still had to get rid of Chen Xiao and get revenge.    

Weng! *    

In a split-second, a multicolored stream of light fell from the unknown sky above the Endless Sea, forming a dark blue pillar of light that sank to the bottom of the sea and landed in front of Mo Duo.    

The light pillar gathered from the countless specks of light and slowly formed into a 10,000 foot tall figure that coldly looked at Mo Duo.    

Mo Duo's soul almost collapsed just by looking at the phantasm. He quickly lowered his head, not daring to look it in the eyes.    

He lowered his body and half knelt. He loudly shouted, "Lord Sea God, please kill this person."    

Mordor pointed with his right hand. The target was Chen Xiao.    

The terrifying figure of the sea goddess nodded coldly when it heard this. It slowly turned around and glanced at Chen Xiao.    

What kind of expression was that?    

The cold and vast, cold and desperate, as if the heavens were examining the sins of mortals, and the next moment, Sky Law would descend.    

Facing this phantom, Chen Xiao felt a deep sense of helplessness.    

This feeling was very uncomfortable. It was like returning to when he was weak. Without strength or cultivation resources, he could only allow himself to be slaughtered and had no ability to resist.    

His heart was beating rapidly as his breathing quickened. "Is this the sea goddess?"    

Currently, Qing Feng, who was within the dragon scale, was even more embarrassed. Facing this terrifying pressure, he did not even have the courage to raise his head.    

He didn't even dare to look into her eyes. He was afraid that his spirit would collapse in an instant.    

But Chen Xiao did not give up. The Void Spell circulated crazily and met the other party's gaze with an incomparably stubborn look.    

God?    

What is a god?    

When he was in the immortal realms, he felt that the Dao Emperors were already powerful enough to be called gods.    

But when he arrived at the Realm of the Gods, he discovered that the number of Dao Emperors in the Realm of the Gods were like that of dogs. They were only slightly more formidable cultivators.    

Above the Dao Emperor Realm was the Rebirth Sage, above the Sage Realm was the Immortal Tribulation. Above the Immortal Tribulation was a long habitat, and above the Immortal Realm was the Immortal Realm.    

Are there any stronger existences above the undying? Chen Xiao didn't know, but he felt that there should be.    

As a result, he gradually understood that gods did not exist.    

The so-called god was just an even stronger cultivator.    

This guy who descended from the unknown was definitely far stronger than Mo Duo. It was most likely an undying being.    

However, an existence as terrifying as an undying being would never appear here for the sake of a small sacrifice of a Sage Opening Realm cultivator.    

The guy in front of him was most likely just an inconsequential figure; he was just a clone.    

Since it was only a clone, he didn't believe that he would not even have a chance to survive.    

In Mo Duo's incomparably feverish line of sight, the phantom of the sea goddess towered over him, coldly watching him.    

Although Chen Xiao tried his best to open his eyes and activate his telepathic thoughts, he still could not see the other party's face clearly. He could only feel the other party's cold gaze.    

The coldness in those eyes was like a block of ice that would never melt, like the depth and ruthlessness of time.    

This shadow obviously didn't have the slightest emotion. More accurately, the avatar of this unknown powerful being didn't have a single strand of spiritual will in it.    

The ethereal figure did not make any unnecessary movements. Instead, it pointed at Chen Xiao.    

Weng! *    

Chen Xiao's position and the surrounding ten kilometers of space were all blocked. Not only was he unable to teleport, he couldn't even move a single step.    

The oppressive force, the endless oppressive force, swept over from all directions.    

— — The content is from [Mick Read]