In the end, the Golden Serpent Holy Sword and tens of thousands of other swords pierced through and struck the Third Prince of the Blood Demon Realm.
The Third Prince of the Blood Demon from Beyond the Realm roared, spitting out a mouthful of blood that splashed onto the Hundred Saints Blood Armor, causing it to emit an even more dazzling light.
He crossed his arms and blocked forward.
The holy energy within Hades surged forth continuously, and he thrust his finger forward again, his battle swords striking the Third Prince of the Blood Demon Realm one after another.
After thousands of collisions, it finally broke through the defenses of the Hundred Saints Blood Armor, tearing open a crack.
With a soft "whoosh," the Golden Serpent Holy Sword pierced through the arms of the Third Prince of the Blood Demon Realm, penetrating his armor and entering his chest. Blood gushed out, completely staining the steps of the Book Mountain red.
The Third Prince of the Blood Demon from Beyond the Realm was sent flying backwards, landing on the steps halfway up the mountain, rolling down until he reached the foot of the mountain.
"receive."
Hades sheathed the Golden Serpent Sword, gripped the hilt, straightened his back, and looked down, seemingly unharmed.
At the foot of the mountain of books, all the cultivators felt their hearts tremble when they saw the majestic figure of the Underworld King.
That's incredible!
That sword strike just now left an indelible impression on everyone present, like a young sword saint representing invincibility.
Above the clouds, the white-haired elder of the extraterrestrial blood demon snorted coldly, quite furious: "Useless."
Even he hadn't expected that the Third Prince, wearing the Hundred Saints Blood Armor, would still be defeated.
The old man in white stretched out a large hand, grabbed the Third Prince who was lying in a pool of blood, and carried him above the clouds. He did not immediately check the Third Prince's injuries, but instead first examined the extent of damage to the Hundred Saints Blood Armor.
The defensive power of the Hundred Saints Blood Armor depends on the user's cultivation level.
The higher the user's cultivation level, the stronger the Hundred Saints Blood Armor's defensive power.
Now, the Hundred Saints Blood Armor has been pierced by the Golden Serpent Holy Sword and suffered extremely serious damage. It will take at least ten years of repair, using the holy blood of a saint, to fully restore the blood armor.
The white-haired old man's face turned extremely ferocious, and he said in a deep voice, "Galogu, cripple him for me."
Wearing the jeweled kasaya, Galogu stood atop the mountain of books, his hands clasped together, and bowed deeply to the old man.
Then, his golden Buddha eyes looked at Hades and he said, "Benefactor Hades, please enlighten me."
Although Hades appears unharmed, who knows when he might be nearing his end?
Hades, however, appeared quite composed, smiling faintly: "It seems I don't need to take action."
Then, Hades pointed his finger down the mountain.
Following Hades' finger, Galogu looked down and couldn't help but twitch his brow.
Below, on the steps, a monk dressed in simple clothes, standing at least 2.7 meters tall, resembled a giant, carrying a two-meter-long broadsword on his back, looking fierce and menacing as he walked towards the summit.
Compared to Garagu, the monk in plain clothes looked more like a butcher than a monk. He had a face full of scars and his eyes were filled with a fierce light. He said, "It is outrageous that a traitor of the Death Zen Sect dares to appear in the inner domain of the universe."
"Galogu, this humble monk sees a dark complexion and a blue tinge at the corner of your mouth. Today, I fear you will face a bloody disaster." From the foot of the mountain, the monk Lidi's loud voice echoed in all directions.
Upon hearing the monk's loud shout, everyone's lips twitched, and they looked in the direction from which the sound came.
"Such arrogance! Where did this monk come from?"
“Galogu is wearing the Myriad Treasures Robe, and his combat power is comparable to that of a half-saint. Who dares to say that he is in danger of bloodshed?”
"Judging from his appearance, he's not a good person. Have you ever seen a monk carrying a big knife?"
The young cultivators on the seats of outstanding individuals and prodigies all pointed and whispered among themselves about the monk, feeling that his appearance was too fierce and that he did not seem like a good person.
In comparison, the Standing Monk is more like a heretical monk of the Death Zen sect.
On the contrary, Garagu had a dignified and serene appearance, with a kind face and a halo of Buddha's light, resembling an enlightened high monk.
If it weren't for the fact that Garagu's methods were too ruthless and made everyone hate him, their impression of the monk would probably be even worse.
The monk rolled up his trousers, revealing his calves covered in black hair, while his upper body was wide open, exposing his chest and belly, as he walked step by step toward the top of the mountain of books.
Although the monk's voice was very loud and imposing, he walked very slowly. A full quarter of an hour passed, and he still hadn't reached the halfway point.
Even if he were just a low-level martial artist who had just begun to cultivate martial arts, he should have reached the summit by now after spending such a long time.
On the throne of prodigies, Chen Tianpeng, one of the three heirs of the Eastern Region Holy King's Mansion, whispered to Chen Lan'er beside him, "Is this monk scared? Why is he dawdling and walking so slowly?"
The monk's large ears twitched slightly, as if he had heard something. He stopped and stared at Chen Tianpeng with his large, bell-like eyes. His voice boomed like thunder: "Afraid? This humble monk is a devout follower of Buddhism, without fear, apprehension, anger, or delusion. How could I possibly fear a traitor to the Buddhist path?"
Chen Tianpeng was shocked. He never expected that the monk's hearing was so sharp that he could hear his voice transmission.
Then, the monk rolled up his sleeves, looking fierce and menacing, and walked towards him.
Chen Tianpeng thought that the monk was already angry and about to attack him, so he quickly stood up, cupped his hands and apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, I misspoke just now, please forgive me, Master."
Actually, the monk Lidi just wanted to go over and reason with Chen Tianpeng. His mindset was quite peaceful. However, his appearance was too fierce and his voice was too rough, which made Chen Tianpeng mistakenly think that he was angry and was about to hit him.
Seeing that Chen Tianpeng's apology seemed sincere, the monk nodded, hummed in agreement, and turned to leave, continuing his slow, deliberate trek towards the top of the mountain of books.
Chen Tianpeng sat back down, staring at the monk's retreating figure, and let out a long sigh.
Beside her, Chen Lan'er asked, quite puzzled, "This monk, though fierce, you don't need to apologize to him, do you?"
Chen Tianpeng was still shaken. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Didn't you see how fierce he looked just now? If I hadn't apologized immediately, he might have punched me to death. This monk is definitely not a kind person."
In truth, Chen Tianpeng couldn't quite explain what he had felt just now. When the monk on the ground stared at him, he felt as if a great emperor was standing before him, filling him with awe and forcing him to submit.
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