Chapter 1812： Still want to play me? (1/2)

”It has no effect, his strength should be higher than that of the saint.”

Haoran Zhunsheng frowned slightly.

From the moment he was promoted to a saint, he had a deep understanding of the power of his own authority. He was confident enough that the ”speaking of the law” is not weak among countless saints' authority.

However, the difference in cultivation level between the two parties is somewhat difficult to make up. As a result, his words and methods that can be resolved even by thunder robbery can't really have any effect on the other party.

”I'll give you a few more breaths, as long as you rely on me, I can't kill you.”

Obota smiled.

”You are here, it will be hard to move!”

Haoran Quasi-Sage slowly spit out these words.

An invisible force enveloped Obota and seemed to restrain him.

”Your cultivation base will fall below the saint!”

Haoran Quasi-Sage spoke again.

But the next moment, he spouted a mouthful of blood, and his expression suddenly became a little bit weak.

Obota's body shook, and the authority that tried to restrain him suddenly dissipated, turning into stars and disappearing into the void.

”It seems that you don't want to take refuge in the Protoss. Do you really think that with the cultivation base of the saint you just promoted, you can deal with such a Holy Lord like me?”

Obota said with a smile.

Holy Lord?

God King of Protoss?

The eyes of the quasi-sage of Haoran suddenly protruded from his face, the look of astonishment made the hearts of Baiyuehuang and others feel cold.

”I……”

Haoran Zhunsheng almost burst out swearing.

Just a country of worshipping the moon, how could it be targeted by the God King of the Protoss?

He just happened to pass by here, and he felt a little bit in his heart, staying here for a period of time to comprehend the authority of the saint.

It just so happened that I met the **** king of the Protoss? In that legend, the terrifying existence of the first holy master of the human race?

”Why, are you surprised?”

Oberta teased slightly.

He likes to look at this expression.

Only this expression can make him feel the pleasure of revenge.

”It is indeed a little surprised. I didn't expect that the existence of the Holy Lord would also attack these innocent human races.

Some of them are not even warriors, just ordinary mortals. ”

Haoran Quasi-Sage nodded slightly.

The next moment, he suddenly said:

”There is no one here!”

The few sage authority in the body surging again, spreading in all directions, every time these sage authority touched a human race, it was like an eraser, wiped out these human races.

These human races did not die, but were sent to another place. As for where they were, Haoran Quasi-Sage couldn't control it.

”Come again.”

Obota smiled and shook his head, slapped gently.

Snapped!

The head of Zhunsheng Haoran suddenly raised to the rear left, and a crimson palm print appeared on his right cheek.

The power of the saint in his body was slapped in such a slap, and it was directly slapped. Only a few human races closest to him were successfully sent away. The others still stayed in the Kyoto of the Moon-Worshiping Kingdom, staring at this scene dumbfounded.

Obota did not give Haoran Quasi-Sage time to react, and slapped again.

Snapped!

Haoran Quasi-Sheng Gao flew high and fell heavily to the ground.

He smiled and stood up from the ground with difficulty. Just as he stood up, the opponent slapped him again.

Bang bang bang ——

Everyone looked as if Haoran Quasi-Sage was knocked to the ground time and time again. The strong human race who gave them a glimmer of hope was so vulnerable in the hands of the enemy.