Chaos hegemony

Chapter 1605: The Prodigy of the Saint Clan!

"Good dog out of the way!"

Shen Haoxuan let out a low cry, and stared coldly at the few people blocking the way, with an aggressive aura.

Hearing Shen Haoxuan's words, the complexions of the arrogances of the saint race suddenly turned pale. They were called saints, but they felt that their blood was strong, they were superior, and they were the chosen ones. Now Shen Haoxuan even called them dogs !

"Shen Haoxuan, who do you really think you are? You dare to insult me, you are looking for death!" The genius of the saint clan pointed at Shen Haoxuan's nose and shouted angrily, the source of power in his body faintly The time has spilled out of the body, and it is possible to do it at any time.

"Cut!" Shen Haoxuan sneered when he heard the threat from Tianjiao, the descendant of the holy clan, and ignored their intentions at all, and directly pushed aside the group of self-righteous guys, and walked towards the depths of Qingzhou Academy.

Shen Haoxuan did not answer the words, this was the greatest contempt for the legacy of the saint clan, and it also aroused the anger in the hearts of the arrogance of the legacy of the saint clan.

"It's just the descendants of servants, how dare you act wild in front of us!" The leader, Tian Jiao, snorted coldly, concentrated the source power in his hands, and without a word, directly attacked Shen Haoxuan from behind, and slapped Shen Haoxuan's back with a fierce palm. The wind directly tore through the space, and its power was astonishing.

Seeing Tianjiao, who was the legacy of the saint clan, directly attack without saying a word, the faces of the surrounding warriors instantly became gloomy, and they kept saying that they were saint clan, but now they actually started a sneak attack from behind.

At the moment that Tianjiao of the Saint Race made his move, Shen Haoxuan also turned around, clenched his fists with both hands, and directly met the opponent's palm, the same domineering energy burst out instantly, and imprinted on the palm of Tianjiao of the Saint Race.

"Boom..."

A muffled sound resounded like thunder, and the moment the fists and palms intersected, a ripple of vigor visible to the naked eye swept away and rushed towards the surroundings. Wherever they passed, the ground under their feet cracked inch by inch.

pedal!pedal!pedal!
After the two fought against each other, the powerful anti-shock force directly knocked the saint Tianjiao into the air, and his feet kept retreating, leaving a deep footprint on the ground with every step.

After retreating dozens of steps, the genius of the holy race managed to stop his body, but looking at Shen Haoxuan, his body seemed to be rooted in the ground, as stable as Mount Tai, without the slightest sway.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding warriors in the Tiangang Sacred Realm couldn't help bursting into cheers. The two of them just exchanged one move, and they could see the strength and weakness. Even those Tianjiao in the legacy of the saint clan are not his opponents.

"The legacy of the saint race? It's ridiculous, you are just antiques we dug up, just stay here!" Shen Haoxuan withdrew his fist and said expressionlessly, then turned around and left the place with Shou.

Listening to Shen Haoxuan's words, the faces of the nobles of the holy race became extremely gloomy. He was actually taught a lesson by a descendant of a servant, which is simply a great shame.

"Hmph, if my lineage of the holy clan hadn't suffered a catastrophe and suffered a great loss of strength, otherwise, how could it be possible to be occupied by a group of slaves?" The saint Tianjiao rubbed his numb arm and said with a gloomy face .

"It's just a jumping clown, Senior Brother Chen will come over later, let Senior Brother Chen take care of him when the time comes!" Another saint clan Tianjiao said coldly.

Hearing this, the Tianjiao who had a gloomy face before had a sinister smile on his face. He had seen the strength of Senior Brother Chen before, so it would definitely be easy to deal with Shen Haoxuan.

"Let's go, let's meet Senior Brother Chen!" Tianjiao snorted coldly, and ran towards the outside of the Qingzhou Academy with the rest of the saint Tianjiao.

At this time, Shen Haoxuan and Shou had arrived in the Qingzhou Academy, surrounded by ruins and ruins, which had long since lost their former glory.

"Hey, no matter how strong the strong man is, he can't stand against time!" Shen Haoxuan sighed as he looked at the dilapidated academy around him.

"Let's go, let's look for the fruit of life too!" Shaking his head, Shen Haoxuan suppressed the sigh in his heart, and began to search around.

At this time, the powerful power of soul played its role again, but Shen Haoxuan searched for a long time, and almost searched Qingzhou Academy, but there was still no sign of the fruit of life, and he didn't even notice the breath.

"Huh?" Shou also found out that something was wrong.

"Could it be that the fruit of life isn't in the Qingzhou Academy?" Shou asked with a frown.

"No, the Fruit of Life should be in this Qingzhou Academy, otherwise, these warriors would not gather here, we must have missed something!" Shen Haoxuan shook his head and said.

"What's missing?" Shou pondered, and then began to think, since they entered the Qingzhou Academy, they searched almost all the way here, how could there be something missing?
"Could it be..."

Suddenly, Shen Haoxuan and Shou thought of a place at the same time. With a flash, they rushed towards the outside of the Qingzhou Academy. They had indeed missed a place in the Qingzhou Academy. This place was exactly what they had seen before. The statue of Futian God King!

Soon, Shen Haoxuan and Shou returned to the statue of God King Futian. At this time, the statue was still the same as before, exuding an illusory aura, making it elusive.

Shen Haoxuan's soul power surged out and touched the statue of Futian God King, but just when his soul power touched the statue, a terrifying breath erupted from the statue, and in an instant it was Shen Haoxuan's spirit power was twisted to pieces.

Fortunately, Shen Haoxuan was very cautious, what was crushed was only a ray of spiritual power, and he did not suffer any harm.

After withdrawing the power of spirit, Shen Haoxuan looked overjoyed. Inside the statue, Shen Haoxuan indeed felt an astonishing vitality. This breath was exactly the same as the ancient tree of life standing deep in the Qingzhou Continent.

"The fruit of life is in the statue of God King Futian!" Shen Haoxuan sent a voice transmission to Shou.

Hearing this, Shou's face also showed a touch of joy, but soon his face froze again.

"However, how should we take out the fruit of life?" Shou Wang looked at the countless warriors around, if Shen Haoxuan took out the fruit of life now, the consequences would be disastrous!
Shen Haoxuan also knew what Shou said, and now is indeed not the time to take out the fruit of life, he has to think of a perfect solution.

"Senior Brother Chen, here we are. This is Shen Haoxuan. He dared to utter wild words just now to insult my legacy of the Holy Race!" Just as Shen Haoxuan was meditating, a loud voice sounded from behind. people are back...

(End of this chapter)