Chapter 2275

"It's not a Supreme Saint, it's a Sage Ruler!"

Xing Chen walked over and fought alongside the two of them. He said in a low voice, "In this world, the probability of a Great Sage appearing is very low!

Even such an aristocratic family can't possibly have a Supreme Saint! "

Xing Chen's words were very certain because this was another secret of the Star Path.

Jia Tu and Huang Tu were the ones who revealed this secret, so they had no reason to lie to them.

This was also why Zi Chen dared to bring six people to an overlord aristocratic family.

"Is it a Sage Ruler?" Su Mengyao, who was beside Zi Chen, turned her head and asked.

Zi Chen nodded and said, "It should be!"

In the previous battle, he had joined forces with Xing Chen and the others and almost killed a Supreme Saint.

This time, there were more experts in their team and their combat strength was much stronger. He believed that they wouldn't be in such a sorry state when facing a Sage Ruler.

The monk and the other four were there. Zi Chen continued to turn back and collect a new planet with all his might.

This was a void, and the surrounding solid energy and Saint Crystals had all been shattered, leaving behind only a few stars floating in the void.

The Saints in the distance who had retreated in fear saw Zi Chen and Su Mengyao, as well as the Universal Origin Cauldron collecting the planets, but they didn't have the strength or the courage to stop it.

The Sage Ruler's aura swept over from afar, bringing with it a strong oppressive aura.

The retreating Saints parted to the sides, and a middle-aged man appeared. Wherever he passed, all the Saints bowed to him respectfully.

The Sage Ruler's gaze swept across these Saints and he snorted coldly.

A group of Saints couldn't even deal with five people. This was simply a disgrace to the Hort Aristocratic Family.

That snort was like a heavy hammer that smashed into the hearts of all the Saints. Some of the injured Saints instantly paled and blood flowed from the corners of their mouths.

"Trash!"

The Sage Ruler's indifferent gaze swept past these Saints before looking at the five people in front of him.

A strange light flashed through the Saint Ruler's eyes when he saw that there were actually two beauties among the five.

But at his level, beauty was no longer everything to him.

"I haven't come out for so many years. I didn't expect that the scoundrels on this life star have become so bold.

Since you're courting death, I'll fulfill your wish! "The Holy King sneered at the five of them.

Boom!

Suddenly, a loud rumble came from afar as a huge planet shrank continuously before entering the Cosmos Origin Cauldron.

This scene attracted the attention of the Sacred Ruler. His gaze shifted to the Universal Origin Cauldron in the distance.

Immediately after, his pupils abruptly shrank. It was very obvious that he had already sensed the extraordinariness of the large cauldron.

A wisp of greed flashed through the depths of his eyes as he said in a deep voice, "Go and take that cauldron!"

The group of Saints behind the Saint King looked at each other when they heard this.

Previously, they were beaten back. They tried many times, but still couldn't break through, suffering great losses.

"Trash, I'll deal with these guys!"

The Holy King snorted discontentedly as his aura began to surge. His pair of cold eyes locked onto the five of them.

These Saints heaved a sigh of relief as they purposely went around the five of them, intending to charge at Zi Chen.

"Shua!" "Shua!" "Shua!" "Shua!"

At this moment, Xing Chen, Demon Ape, Brilliant Light, and Ming Yue turned into streams of light and dispersed as they charged at the Saints.

Seeing the four of them, the Saints shuddered and retreated once again.

"You're courting death!"

Seeing that there was only a bald man in front of him, the Holy King's eyes narrowed. The feeling of being looked down upon ignited the anger in his heart.

His robe fluttered even though there was no wind. He raised his hand and waved his palm, preparing to attack.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, a Buddhist chant resounded as Tyrant made the first move.

A huge swastika print emitted a bright and dazzling Buddhist light as it charged at the Holy King.

The swastika print enlarged as it moved forward, surging with a powerful aura.

The Holy King raised his palm and struck the swastika print, causing the void to tremble.

This swastika print that could obliterate a Saint instantly shattered under the Holy King's attack. The Holy King's lips curled into a disdainful smile as though he wanted to scoff and say that Tyrant was overestimating himself.

"Swastika!"

After his attack failed, the Tyrant sat cross-legged in the void with his palms together. His body shone with Buddhist light as a light wheel appeared behind him like a Buddha. The first word of the six-syllable mantra appeared.

The void began to distort as the syllable reverberated in the void, bringing with it an inexplicable energy.

The Saints from before coughed up blood without warning as they retreated in horror.

At this moment, with the Tyrant as the center, the sound of the swastika reverberated within a radius of 8,555 meters, filled with a destructive force.

Faced with this energy, the Holy King remained expressionless as he took a step forward, the energy around him surging.

The Tyrant's sound wave that expanded to a radius of 8,555 meters became distorted as though it was about to collapse.

A second light wheel appeared behind the Tyrant along with the second syllable.

"Swastika!"

The distorted void stabilized once again. With the additional word of the mantra, the radius of 8,555 meters expanded to 0,555 meters.

Within 0,555 meters, golden light filled the void as the Buddhist light shone brightly as the two syllables reverberated.

The Saints who had just retreated started coughing up blood as their eyes lost their focus. Their faces were filled with horror as though they had seen something extremely terrifying.

"The mantra of the Buddhist Sect is just so-so!"

The Holy King's indifferent voice rang out as the two syllables reverberated in the void. His voice was like a heavy hammer that reverberated in the void.

After hearing the Holy King's voice, the horrified Saints came to their senses and immediately retreated into the distance.

Xing Chen and the rest who were charging ahead also moved out of the range of the Tyrant's attack. This kind of attack was indiscriminate. As long as one was within the range, they would be attacked regardless of whether it was good or bad.

The Tyrant's two syllables had no effect on the Holy King. He took another step forward and crossed a few hundred meters as his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Swastika!"

The Tyrant's third syllable was heard as a third light wheel appeared behind him.

The original radius of 0,555 meters expanded to 2,555 meters at this moment.

The Holy King was still sneering as he took another step forward.

This step was nearly 755 meters away.

At this moment, he was less than 855 meters away from the Tyrant. It was almost a two-step distance.

The Tyrant didn't seem to notice this as he looked at the Holy King with a benevolent smile. The fourth light wheel appeared behind him.

After the fourth light wheel appeared, the fifth light wheel appeared immediately.

"Swastika!

Swastika! "

The fourth and fifth syllables appeared almost at the same time.

The Tyrant's Buddhist light lingered within a radius of 65,555 meters. The energy formed by the five syllables was constantly vibrating, causing the space to start distorting on its own.

Within a radius of 65,555 meters, the distorted space was extremely dangerous. However, when the people watching from afar saw this scene, they didn't sense any danger at all.

There was even a kind of peaceful and benevolent feeling. If the distorted space was a dangerous, world-destroying beast, then the feeling that this beast gave off right now was that it had been tamed. Not only did it not have the slightest hint of ferocity, but it also seemed very obedient.

It had to be said that this was a kind of perceptual illusion.

Once one stepped into it, they would die instantly.

This could be seen from the surging energy around the Holy King as well as the two steps he took.

Under normal circumstances, the Holy King should have reached the Tyrant after taking two steps.

However, he was still 655 meters away from the Tyrant.

Moreover, his previously disdainful expression was gradually becoming serious.

"The Six Syllables? Still one syllable short!"

The Holy King roared as the energy on his body started to go berserk. With him as the center, a counter-rotating vortex appeared and spread out in all directions.

As the vortex spread, the power of the Five Syllables within the Tyrant's range of control was rapidly vanishing.

The battle in the distance hadn't started yet. Everyone was watching the battle between the Holy King and the Holy King.

Even Zi Chen, who was in the distance, turned his head to look at the battlefield.

The Six Syllables was known as one of the strongest superpowers of the Buddhist Sect. It was a famous existence on the life star. It was also a superpower that Zi Chen had always wanted to obtain.

Today, the Saint-level Tyrant would undoubtedly display the full power of the Six Syllables. Zi Chen was also looking forward to the power of the Six Syllables.

On the battlefield, the Saint Ruler began to move forward, step by step. His pace had gone from a few hundred meters to ten meters with each step.

However, as long as he was in front of the Tyrant, he was confident that he could destroy him.

Although this superpower was powerful, the gap between their realms couldn't be bridged.

"Om!"

A sixth light wheel appeared behind the Tyrant. The last syllable of the Six Syllables was heard.

After the last syllable, the energy within 65,555 meters started to go berserk. The void kept twisting as if it was being forcefully isolated, forming a new world.

This world was shrouded in Buddhist light. It was peaceful and merciful.

Just as this world was forming, the Holy King walked to the Tyrant with difficulty. It was as if he was carrying a sacred mountain on his back. His two fingers formed a sword as he pointed with difficulty. A beam of sword energy pierced towards the Tyrant's glabella.

"The sea of bitterness is boundless. Turn back and the shore is before it's too late!

Benefactor, don't kill! "The Tyrant put his palms together as his merciful voice echoed in this world.

At this moment, the Tyrant bemoaned the state of the universe and pitied the fate of mankind. He was a true senior monk.

In this world, the Holy King saw a peaceful land of freedom. There was no killing in this area.

The sound of Buddhist chants reverberated in every place, making one's soul feel peaceful.

"Die!"

The Holy King shook his head to get rid of this feeling. He let out a furious roar as the sword energy that had reached the Tyrant went straight for the Tyrant's glabella.

It was obviously impossible to control a Saint King's mind with this kind of spell.

"If I don't enter hell, who will?

Amitabha!

Benefactor, repent and be saved! "

The Tyrant chanted again. He didn't have any intention of dodging the sword energy. His merciful expression made it seem as if he was willing to sacrifice himself to save the other party.

"Pfft!"

The sword energy pierced through the Tyrant's glabella and his body shattered.