Chapter 1727 A Fierce Battle (1/2)

Six top supreme masters, led by the holy lord of the Rudimentary Holy Land who held an ultimate magical treasure, simultaneously dashed towards Elder Sharp.

However, Elder Sharp's strength was beyond their imagination.

He lifted the nine-layer scarlet pagoda on his hand, and red forces instantly filled every inch of the space. The void continued to collapse wherever it passed, almost entirely unstoppable.

The six strong cultivators' attacks were blocked by the power of the ultimate magical treasure.

That magic treasure was one of the most powerful in the entire world, and he had utilized it in its full extremes. No wonder why he did not dodge the combined attacks of the six cultivators.

So instead, he instantly rushed forward, his figure almost completely integrating into the air.

The terrifying speed he employed could only be matched by very few people in the world. He was as light as smoke, almost ethereal, and his moves were very much unpredictable.

He rushed to one of the men––the senior reclusive master from the Shen Clan in particular.

With the scarlet nine-layer pagoda on his right hand, he waved his left hand clasped into a fist, punching that poor master from the Shen Clan.

When the former flashed right before the supreme master's face, every strand of the latter's hair rose and froze. Sensing a great danger about to befall on him, he turned around in an attempt to flee.

However, the nine-layer scarlet pagoda emitted an immensely terrifying aura––almost as vast as the sea––instantly drowning the senior reclusive elder of the Shen Clan.

Bang!

Elder Sharp's fist slashed out, directly tearing open a crack in the space and smashing onto the chest of the senior reclusive elder of the Shen Clan.

The senior reclusive elder shouted in panic and discreetly used a secret skill. He ingeniously transformed his entire body into a thin-like piece of paper, trembling backward with the wind.

It was a signature secret skill of the Shen Clan, which could be used during fighting. The stronger the attack from the rival was, the lesser the chances of anyone from the Shen Clan from getting hurt.

Yet, even with all the effort, it seemed to be in vain. Elder Sharp's fist might appear to be frail and weak, but it could still launch a punch or two.

Puff!

And with that one massive blow, the piece of paper––who was really the senior reclusive elder of the Shen Clan––was immediately frozen as it flew in the air.

He spat out a mouthful of blood as his body wobbled like a broken kite in flight, descending far away in no direction. No one knew whether he survived that assault or not.

Everyone, who witnessed the entire scene, was nailed on the ground, shocked and utterly dumbfounded at what happened. A senior reclusive elder from an aristocratic family was severely injured and defeated in just a single swing of an arm.

This had never happened in the East Mainland before.

In fact, those senior reclusive elders from aristocratic families were the most powerful cultivators who enjoyed the highest status in the East Mainland. They stood at the top of the pyramid in the entire rea