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Chapter 974: Resisting the Protector Clans (Four)
With a rumble, the Octoterra Divine Hall slowly rose up from the ground, taking to the air once again. Jian Chen’s voice rang out thunderously, booming through the surroundings.
“If you want to kill me, come! I’d like to see exactly who can kill me today.”
Jian Chen was unwilling to let up. With the divine hall protecting him, he had no reason to be cautious around the protector clans. He continued to use the divine hall to squash them into the earth like before.
All of them became utterly pale as they trembled in rage. They were so angry that they became silent. They were respected and worshipped by all the people on the continent. In all these years, they had never been bullied into such a horrible position.
Yi Yangzi struggled to remain calm as he roared out, “Jian Chen, don’t think you’re the only one with a Saint Emperor’s divine hall. Great elders, let’s bring out the divine hall,” as he spoke, Yi Yangzi swung his hand and a spatial crack immediately appeared. It formed a Space Gate to a part of the Yiyuan sect. Soon afterward, a suction force appeared from his hand and a palm-sized divine hall that sat on an altar immediately flew out.
It landed on Yi Yangzi’s hand and quickly expanded, reaching a length of three thousand meters in the blink of an eye. Yi Yangzi then flew into it and began piloting it furiously, smashing it toward Jian Chen’s divine hall.
The other great elders all cut open space and formed Space Gates as well, directly disappearing through them and returning to the protector clan. They were not as strong as Yi Yangzi, so they were unable to retrieve the divine hall like Yi Yangzi. As such, they could only go back personally.
Due to some rules in the protector clans, they could not become the masters of the divine halls like Jian Chen. Instead, the divine halls were enshrined in the protector clan and not carried with them. They could only be taken out during times of need, and were controlled using a secret technique.
Yi Yangzi used his divine hall to collide violently with the Octoterra Divine Hall; it immediately produced a deafening boom. The terrifying energy ripples visibly expanded in all directions, causing the mountains below to collapse. Many rocks were reduced to dust.
Although divine halls did not possess much external offensive powers, they still contained the power of Saint Emperors. The collision of two divine halls in mid-air was akin to the clash of two Saint Emperors. Just the sound was enough to kill Heaven Saint Masters, ripping their souls to shreds.
Fortunately, the battleground had already moved several hundred kilometers. If it had occurred in the sky above Flame City, merely the sound waves from the collision would have been enough to kill off the entire city.
The two halls remained completely fine after colliding, but the powerful force knocked both of them backward.
Both sides were serious. As soon as the divine halls stabilized, they collided with one another viciously once again. It caused the earth to shake and countless mountains to collapse.
Very quickly, the other great elders returned from the Yiyuan sect with divine halls as well. They controlled one each, so there was a total of five including Yi Yangzi’s. They struck Jian Chen’s Octoterra Divine Hall threateningly to vent their anger.
“Argh!” Jian Chen produced a long wail. He was not afraid at all, controlling his divine hall to charge toward the other five halls with great force.
Currently, the conflict between Jian Chen and the Yiyuan sect had already been reduced to the collisions between divine halls. Although no one succeeded at injuring anyone, the battle was clearly still very intense.
The sound from the six divine halls grew even vaster. Terrifying sound waves wreaked havoc in the surroundings, to the point where even the space was ripped open. The mountains below collapsed one after another, while even the energy of the world was greatly affected. It began to churn violently.
The great disturbance from the constant collisions of the six divine halls had alerted all the peak-level experts on the continent.
Tian Jian sat with his eyes closed in mid-air within an unknown space. This space was part of a divine hall in Mercenary City. His eyebrows had become rather white.
Opposite of him sat the black-robed Ming Dong and the burly, bare-chested Tie Ta. They had always received the personal guidance of Tian Jian in the past few years, so they had powered up at a divine rate. A heavy aura currently filled their surroundings.
Suddenly, Tian Jian snapped open his eyes and a gleam of light flashed through them. He looked toward the void far away. His eyes seemed to be able to pierce through it, able to see far away.
“It’s actually a conflict between six divine halls. Five of them belong to the Yiyuan sect of the protector clans, so who’s controlling the other one? He actually dares to take the Yiyuan sect on as enemies,” murmured Tian Jian. He disappeared with a movement.
A grey-haired old man had his feet in the mud of an empty little valley at the outskirts of the Cross Mountains. He constantly swung his hoe as he plowed the ground.
Suddenly, the old man’s ordinary eyes sharpened. He stared into the distance with interest and had even stopped his plowing.
“What powerful residual ripples of battle. Just who is fighting? Have the experts of the Beast God Continent come again?” the old farmer murmured. He closed his eyes and used a secret technique to observe what was going on there. Only after a while did he sigh emotionally and say, “So it’s someone fighting the Yiyuan sect with a divine hall. I wonder who is the controller of that divine hall. Their bravery is admirable to provoke one of the ten protector clans, but this has nothing to do with me. I’ve stepped back from matters regarding the continent long ago and will no longer interfere with anything. As long as the experts of the Beast God Continent don’t come invading and Little Fatty’s life remains unthreatened, I couldn’t care less even if the sky fell on me.”
The old farmer paused when he reached this point. A sliver of shock flashed through his eyes as he said, “Weird. Why do I feel a familiar presence from that divine hall? I- it seems to be related to the cultivation method of my Bloodsword sect. Just who is controlling the divine hall?”
The old farmer frowned slightly. He lowered his head in thought and mumbled to himself, “No, I gotta go have a look.” He swung his hoe and it ripped open a Space Gate. Then, he traveled through it with his feet bare and the hoe on his shoulder.
In another region of space, a large water mirror hung in the air, displaying the battle between the six divine halls. Below it lay an evil-looking, middle-aged, white-robed man who lay on a patch of grass as he looked on with interest. He seemed to be watching something fascinating.
“I didn’t think that Jian Chen would become so great after disappearing for just a few years. It’s quite unbelievable. Now that Jian Chen has the divine hall protecting him, I’d like to see just how the protector clans take the Winged Tiger God from him.”
“Hehe, to think that the protector clans wouldd devote so much energy into fighting for the Winged Tiger God. They used so many methods in an attempt to find Jian Chen and take the Winged Tiger God, but now Jian Chen has returned himself with the Winged Tiger God by his side. I wonder what their expressions would be like when they discover that they can’t forcefully take the tiger away from Jian Chen. I really do look forward to that moment. I must see it for myself when the protector clans are forced to give in.”
The man laughed evilly.
At this very moment, an extremely attractive woman who seemed to be in her twenties slowly walked over from afar. She sighed and said, “Husband, I seem to be pregnant. Why don’t you spend more time with me?” The woman grumbled.
The man waved his hand and the mirror immediately shattered. He stood up and laughed toward the woman. “Hahaha, this path lord’s eighty-eighth child will finally be born.”
On the misty Dragon Island, the Lustastron Pit continued to glimmer with starlight like before. It seemed to be filled with stars, making it extremely enchanting.
At this moment, the calm space at the bottom of the pit began to tremble slightly. Two figures gradually appeared as their outlines became more distinct.
It was a middle-aged man who seemed to be in his forties and an old man who seemed to be in his seventies. They were the Golden Divine Dragon Rui Jin and the mutated Divine Alligator Hei Yu that had separated from Jian Chen all those years ago.
After disappearing for close to a decade, nothing had happened to the two of them. They remained as usual with their clothes neat and without any injuries. The only difference was that they currently seemed just like ordinary people. They seemed extremely simple.
Rui Jin glanced around and mumbled, “We’re finally back. We need to go find Jian Chen. We can’t let anything happen to him, or I’ll never be able to see my clansmen ever again.”
Hei Yu nodded his head and replied, “Jian Chen is a human from the Tian Yuan Continent, so he should be there. Let’s go.”
Jian Chen continued to clash with the five divine halls as he controlled his own. They were locked in a battle where neither side wanted to give in.
The surrounding space ripped open silently as they fought, forming over ten Space Gates. Experts poured out unceasingly, and every single one of them was a Saint King. In just a few seconds, several dozen Saint Kings had gathered at this location.
In that moment, all the other protector clans had finally gathered once again. The grand elder of Mercenary City, Tian Jian and the sect master of the Bloodsword sect, Houston, had also come.
As soon as they emerged from the Space Gates, they focused their attention on the six divine halls that collided violently in mid-air. Their faces were filled with surprise.
Houston, who carried a hoe on his shoulders, did not even look at the five divine halls from the Yiyuan sect. Instead, he stared unblinkingly at Jian Chen’s divine hall. His face became mixed and excited at the same time, revealing a lot of suspicions as well. He thought, “It’s not wrong. It can’t be wrong. That divine hall really is connected to the cultivation method of my sect. I sense a sliver of energy of the same source from it. But divine halls are created by the powers of Saint Emperors. No Saint Emperor has ever appeared in my sect, so just who is the person controlling this divine hall? And just where does this divine hall come from? Who created it?”