Martial World - Chapter 1777

Chapter 1777 - Change in the Inner World

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"Your Highness Wumo!"

The saint Empyrean's complexion was ugly. His figure flashed and he instantly appeared in front of Lin Ming.

Shua!

The saint Empyrean glared at Lin Ming. The two of them were only several miles apart. To an Empyrean, this distance could be covered in less than a thousandth of a split second.

This caused the human Empyreans present to tense up. Immediately, the energy fields of several human Empyreans covered Lin Ming to deter against any and all possibilities. They were afraid that this saint Empyrean would turn mad and suddenly attack Lin Ming.

"Humph."

The saint Empyrean coldly coughed. He flew down, shooting into the sea like an arrow.

Bang!

The sea waves splashed up hundreds of feet high before gradually dying down.

After several breaths of time, the sea waves exploded once more. The saint Empyrean flew nonstop from the sea. In his left hand was the dim Grandmist Spirit Bead and in his right hand was the Good Fortune Saint Son who no longer resembled a person at all.

In that final collision with Lin Ming, the Good Fortune Saint Son's body had been cracked apart in countless places. His right hand dangled uselessly at his side and it was clear all his bones there were broken. There were only a few muscles and meridians still connecting it.

On his body, his golden scales had cracked open and blood flowed out. This blood was also gold in color; this was the Good Fortune Saint Son's source blood from his Sovereign Blood body metamorphosis.

This sort of blood was several times heavier than mercury. As it flowed out, no sea waves or rain was able to wash it away.

The Good Fortune Saint Son… had been defeated!

Even though he had used the fifth level of the Good Fortune Divine Art, even though he had finally summoned the Grandmist Spirit Bead and released his Sovereign Blood body metamorphosis, even though he didn't hesitate to burn his blood essence and put forth every single one of his skills, in the end he had been defeated by Lin Ming!

He had not been defeated because he had underestimated his opponent; he had poured forth the entirety of his martial arts skills. The reason he had lost was because he was weaker than Lin Ming!

"I can't… believe this!"

The Monster Emperor stood high in the air. Facing the violent waves, his mind inexplicably shook.

"His speed and strength are without flaws and his utilization of Laws has reached the peak. Even his mortal body is perfect to the extreme, no worse than that of the saint race's Saint Son. In time, when Lin Ming's cultivation reaches large success, just who will be able to stop him?"

The Monster Emperor couldn't help but think to himself.

Lin Ming's age couldn't be compared to the Good Fortune Saint Son's at all. The difference in the levels of talent couldn't be called a minor difference, but a disparity further apart than the clouds and mud!

If things continued at this rate, Lin Ming wouldn't even need 200 years before he could fight with an Empyrean!

At that time, without accident, Lin Ming's cultivation wouldn't even be at the World King realm.

To fight an Empyrean before even reaching the World King realm, this was a terrifying prospect!