The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World - Chapter 568

Chapter 568: Chapter 333: Defeat the Heaven’s Favorite, Obtain the Immortal Device Again

“How reckless!”

Confronted with such contempt from an unapprenticed vagabond, how could the proud and haughty playground elites endure it? Instantly, another elite initiated a divine chant, radiated a five-colored glow, and released five beams of divine light.

Red!White!Green!Black!Yellow!

Out of nothingness, five godly illusions symbolizing the five elements emerged, revolving and evolving and faintly transforming into a miniature universe, proceeding to suppress Feng Qing’an.

“Die!”

Without avoiding the attack, Feng Qing’an took a big step forward to confront it. Still not using any magic or Divine Power, he clenched his fists and punched out.

One force broke all laws!

Crack!

This wild and ruthless attack style, capable of making Taoist elites and even immortals furrowing their brows in worry, shattered the small world created by the five elements in an instant.

The elite who conjured up the illusions was sent flying instantly, his face filled with shock, while another opponent launched a colorful, dreamlike attack, as beautiful and enveloping as a sky full of blossoming peach flowers.

Boom!

Clad in armor known as the Dragon Armor, Feng Qing’an responded simply and decisively. His blood surged, conjuring a misty fog, and a dragon silhouette emerged behind him. It roared, and the torrential flower rain dispersed instantly.

In the blink of an eye, five elites took turns to confront Feng Qing’an, testing his strength. Each displayed a legendary Divine Power, but all returned empty-handed. No one was able to harm Feng Qing’an at all. Some, due to their magic and Divine Power being broken, even vomited mouthfuls of blood.

“You’re all truly incapable!”

Feng Qing’an, whose vital energy surged like the rapids of a river, burst into laughter,

“If you don’t bring your real skills to bear, I will have to cut you all down here!”

“Even a vagabond dares to run wild!”

At this moment, after a series of clashes with Feng Qing’an, these talents finally understood why that true disciple from the Star Lodging Sect looked at Feng Qing’an with admiration and even shamelessly wanted to recruit him as a disciple.

Because they were extremely similar beings, so fierce and strong that even fellow martial artists of the same realm felt inferior. Such beings were rare in the world; how could they not be excited when they encountered someone akin to themselves?

“Don’t engage him in close combat, kill him with magic and Divine Power!”

One of the elites thought he had identified Feng Qing’an’s weakness. Feng Qing’an had been using the brute force of martial arts throughout the fight and hadn’t exhibited any proper magic arts or Divine Power.

Considering that Feng Qing’an had once demanded supernatural techniques from them with the authority of the Ghost Immortal, it was clear that this vagabond’s weakness was that he didn’t have any deployable Divine Power under such circumstances.

“What magic or Divine Power, use immortal weapons to suppress him!”

One of the elites couldn’t stand being forced back by a vagabond without any apprenticeship. Above his head, a divine light exploded and a copper tower arose, transforming into an overwhelming mountain, descending towards Feng Qing’an.

“Die!”

Feng Qing’an, whose mind was already in tune with the Dragon Armor, turned into a real dragon in mid-air. His blood surged, the Thunder Sea Halberd appeared in his hands, and boundless electricity burst forth with surging water waves wrapping around it. As the young man waved the divine weapon, the countless divine energies exploded at this moment, striking towards the copper tower blocking the sky.

Clang!

A massive roar resounded, and dazzling divine light exploded from the bottom of the copper tower, attempting to engulf Feng Qing’an. A smile of joy appeared on the face of the elite who had thrown the immortal tower, but before he could fully express his glee, his face turned stiff.

Because the young man, clad in armor, wielding the Halberd in mid-air, resisted the capturing force of the immortal tower amidst the dazzling divine light. That wasn’t all.

Feng Qing’an pulled out a long spear radiating with crimson divine light, and accompanying the fluttering crimson banner, people at the scene instantly recognized the origin of this immortal weapon.

“The Nine Yang Spiritual Banner!”

“Why is this immortal weapon in his hands?”

“Isn’t that obvious? Do we need to ask!”

During the brief exchange of divine thoughts, Feng Qing’an who took out an immortal weapon did not show the slightest reluctance. He stabbed at the bottom of the still releasing engulfing force copper tower, throwing this immortal weapon in.

“No!”

The first one to use the immortal weapon, an elite, let out a resentful roar. There wasn’t a hint of joy on his face about getting an immortal weapon out of nowhere. Because as the Nine Yang Spiritual Banner was taken into the copper tower, the two almost equivalent immortal weapons instantly erupted in intense conflict.

The elite, who was already unable to control an immortal weapon proficiently due to the boundary, felt his control over the copper tower fall to an all-time low. The spirit contained in the immortal weapon did not have time to cooperate with him.

“Fellow daoist, it’s time for you to leave!”

The fist wrapped in thunderfire slammed down ruthlessly, and with an unstoppable momentum, it directly blasted the elite into several pieces, sending flesh and bones flying.

In this brief moment of change, none of the elites reacted. Even the immortals who could descend their thoughts and take control of everything at any time did not intervene. They either completely gave up on the matters of the juniors, or they didn’t want to lose face anymore.

Although they knew that one of their peers had fallen into Feng Qing’an’s hands when they saw the Nine Yang Spiritual Banner, witnessing an elite who had been happily chatting and laughing with them moments ago being blown into pieces of flesh and fragments of bones by Feng Qing’an still sent chills up their spines.