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Chapter 1795 - Cloud Dragon's Gate

In this way, not only would they lose all face, they would also lose all dignity.

As for that Tang Huan, she would once again spread her name for thirty-six days, stepping on the dignity and face of this lower heavenly king. If he stayed here for another thirty-six days, no one would be able to stop him from rising to power.

Perhaps in another hundred or so years, the Crimson Radiance Sect, and even all the other great sects of the lower thirty-six days, would thoroughly prostrate themselves under its tyrannical power.

”Buzz!”

Without waiting for Yun Hen, Liu Haoge, and the others to make a decision, an excited buzzing sound could be heard.

A red light flashed in the palm of the golden giant, and the 'Brahma Thunder God Blade' appeared. Compared to its current body, this weapon's original shape was pitifully small. However, as soon as this long blade appeared, the extremely powerful immortal spirit energy began to flow through the blade layer after layer.

The ”Thunder God's Brahma Blade” expanded rapidly like a balloon. In the blink of an eye, it had turned into a thousand-meter-long enormous blade.

The surface of Pang Shuo's blade seemed to have condensed into a real substance, shining brightly. It looked no different from a real weapon. However, compared to before, the color of the enormous blade had undergone a tremendous change. The golden color had already completely covered the original fiery-red color.

A thousand-meter-tall giant, a thousand-meter-long greatsword …

Even if Tang Huan's clone didn't do anything, just standing in the air was enough to give the people around him a huge pressure.

In reality, this was indeed the case. The moment they saw this scene, cries of surprise broke out from afar.

Circulating around the golden giant, Yun Song, Liu Haoge, and the others also felt their heartstrings trembling. They couldn't help but suck in a cold breath as their expressions became extremely unsightly.

They had seen with their own eyes the process of Tang Huan's clone's giant blade appearing, and knew that the blade had condensed so much power that it had turned into such a terrifying state. This method might seem very simple, but it wasn't something that anyone could accomplish.

Perhaps this group of Inferior Heavenly Kings could barely manage to form a weapon of such shape, but it was definitely not condensed to such a degree.

”Again!”

The golden giant suddenly let out a heaven shaking roar, the huge blade in his hands immediately swept out with the force of a thousand soldiers, slashing towards a few lower heavenly kings in front of him. Enormous force gushed out of the blade. In an instant, the already enormous blade seemed to have doubled in size.

”Slash …”

The sound of silk ripping apart filled the air, as if even his eardrums could be torn apart.

Wherever the blade passed by, the space in front of it seemed to be cut into two halves. The majestic Strength Qi channeled the energy of heaven and earth and the immortal aura in the air, quickly condensing into two terrifying storms on both sides of the blade.

The huge blade swept out and actually erupted with such a frightening might.

The surrounding tens of thousands of cultivators felt their hearts tremble and their souls tremble. Even though they were several dozen miles away, they could still feel a stifling feeling coming from the depths of their souls. This was too terrifying! If marquis faced with such a ferocious attack, no matter how many people there were, he would most likely be reduced to dust in an instant.

Jiang Bo had already retreated dozens of miles. Seeing that, his face became even paler, and other than the fear in his heart, he also rejoiced a bit.

From the start of the battle until now, out of the fourteen Inferior Heavenly Kings who joined forces to launch an attack, one was already dead and one was injured. However, looking at the current situation, Yun Hen, Liu Haoge, and the other twelve people were in a rather bad state. In the end, it would be very difficult for them to win.

Even if he won, it would still be a miserable victory. There would probably be many casualties.