Chapter 1677 - The Real God? (5)
Chapter 1677 – The Real God? (5)
Because a Divine Magister had appeared on their side, the morale of the Broken Star Palace members rose. Those
who had wanted to flee began to grasp the weapons in their hands and stood beside the palace master with an
excited face.
“Today is the day when all of your bones will be buried here in the Broken Star Palace, and I will use your blood to
wash away the shame you have brought to us.” The palace master looked at Shen Yanxiao’s group proudly. In his
eyes, the other party were dead bodies.
“He’s quite arrogant.” Tang Nazhi stroked his chin and then looked at the silent Xiu on one side. His eyes were
sparkling and his thoughts that said, “Idol, go and beat up that nutjob, beat him up until he can no longer recognize
himself” was practically written on his face.
Shen Yanxiao also looked at Xiu. Xiu was not a complete god right now. He was just a soul. Every time he fought, it
would consume his accumulated strength. When he fought the two Saint Professionals, although it looked like he
killed them with just a blow, the power that Xiu consumed was far beyond the expectations of others.
“Can you?” Shen Yanxiao looked at Xiu anxiously as she asked.
His hand holding the palm of Shen Yanxiao’s little hand exerted a slight force; he turned his face aside and looked at
Shen Yanxiao, and a touch of tenderness appeared on his cold face.
“With you here, there’s nothing I can’t do.”
Shen Yanxiao’s heart jumped slightly.
“Leave it to me.” Xiu took a step forward and looked at the palace master who considered himself a world above
others.
As soon as he stepped forward, the ground trembled as a whirlwind swirled under Xiu’s feet, and the rubble of the
earth was swept into the air.
The tornado of the Broken Star Palace master was nothing compared to the storm that Xiu created.
Xiu slowly lifted off, his elegant figure floated in the middle of the sky; his hands hanging by his side, he slightly
lowered his eyes and looked down at the Broken Star Palace master on the ground.
“A human can never be a god.” A slightly cold and cheerless voice echoed through the valley of the Forgotten
Traces. This voice was in fact not loud at all, but it was transmitted to everyone’s ears, shaking their hearts.
The brown color of Xiu’s eyes faded quietly, replaced by a golden hue just like the sun. Rays of golden light floated
at his sides, which directly overshadowed the light covering the master of the Broken Star Palace.
How could the glow of fireflies compete with the brilliance of the sun?
When Xiu revealed the true appearance of a god, there was dead silence on the side of the Broken Star Palace.
The confidence in the face of the Broken Star Palace master collapsed in an instant; he was utterly stupefied as he
stared at the figure floating in mid-air.
He had not seen such golden eyes for nearly ten thousand years.
Golden eyes, the symbol of the gods!
He never dreamed that the God Race, which had been gone for nearly ten thousand years, would return to the world
today!
“How could this be… the God Race clearly perished a long time ago. How can there be any living god?” The master
of the Broken Star Palace widened his eyes which were filled with shock. His face was constantly twitching,
revealing his inner shock and terror.
Yes, no matter how powerful a Divine Magister was, in the end, he was only a demigod who had stepped into the
gods’ realm with one foot. What did a Divine Magister count as, compared with a real god?
What was more, the aura emanating from this god in front of him was by no means as simple as that of the ordinary
gods. Only the superior gods could possess such dazzling light.
At this moment, the master of the Broken Star Palace realized how pathetic and ridiculous his arrogance was.
It was an utter joke that a little Divine Magister dared to be arrogant in front of a superior god.