MW Chapter 2207 (1/2)
Chapter 2207– Hold the Overlord
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“Mm?”
For a time, the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign couldn’t understand what Lin Ming meant.
But at this time, Lin Ming attacked; his fist smashed into the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign’s chest.
Peng!
With a loud explosion, the already wounded and powerless-to-resist Good Fortune Saint Sovereign simply wasn’t able to withstand Lin Ming’s attack; his chest was smashed in and he vomited out a mouthful of blood.
“You!!!”
The Good Fortune Saint Sovereign was enraged.
But this punch was only the beginning. Lin Ming’s fists fell down onto the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign like a raging storm. The Good Fortune Saint Sovereign was covered in blood. His meridians tore apart and his golden scales began flying off!
His bones and organs were all shattered by Lin Ming; he could be said to be completely broken.
However, with the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign’s powerful vitality, he didn’t die.
In the surrounding void, many saint race Empyreans and World Kings watched helplessly on as this occurred. All of them were left slack-jawed with shock and indignation, but none of them dared to speak out.
In the face of so many saints, their Saint Sovereign was being horribly beaten up and yet none of them could utter a single word or lift a single finger.
This was the suppression brought about by absolute strength.
There was not a single person that dared rise up against Lin Ming, because in front of him, any single one of them could be instantly killed!
“Your Majesty Saint Sovereign…”
The many martial artists of the Good Fortune Saint Palace felt their hearts quiver. Not too long ago, the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign had been a living god in their hearts, an unreachable existence that controlled the life and death of all beings beneath him.
Not to mention the ordinary disciples of the Good Fortune Saint Palace, but even the Empyrean level powerhouses rarely had a chance to see him.
And yet such a Saint Sovereign was being savagely ruined by Lin Ming.
“This should be enough.”
Lin Ming looked down at the mangled Good Fortune Saint Sovereign. After a brief probe, he determined that the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign had lost all strength to resist, and even a Great World King could freely handle him.
Then, Lin Ming’s hands began to move. Seals flew out from his hands and into the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign’s body.
These seals were fused with the Holy Scripture and Heavenly Sutra Laws; they were a fusion of both Laws.
Their effect was to completely imprison the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign’s cultivation.
After all, no matter how it was said, the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign was a powerhouse nearly at the peak of True Divinity. Out of all the races in the entire 33 Heavens, it was hard to find someone that could be a match for the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign.
But now, with the great enemy looming on the horizon, killing the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign would be incredibly inappropriate!
This was equal to ripping out the spine of the saints. Without the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign, the cohesion and total combat strength of the saints would plummet precipitously.
But letting the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign go was impossible because it was likely that he would turn traitor. If so, it was best to just kill him here and end any troubles before they began.
Thus, Lin Ming decided to make a compromise. He would imprison the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign and hold the overlord to control his vassals.
Of course, if he were able to control the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign’s thoughts and implant a slave seal in him then that would be for the best. But, with Lin Ming’s current level of strength, wanting to forcefully control the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign was impossible. As for planting a slave seal in his body, that was even more unrealistic. To allow someone else to control their mind and heart, to completely hand over their life, that was something that not even low level martial artists would submit to, much less the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign who controlled his own race.
The Good Fortune Saint Sovereign seemed to understand Lin Ming’s thoughts. He looked at Lin Ming with hatred thick in his eyes, like the most sinister and deadly snake, wishing that he could tear Lin Ming to shreds.
“Humph!”
Lin Ming coldly snorted. He smashed a fist into the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign’s face.
Towards this man that had tried to take his life several times before, that had placed him in numerous precarious life or death situations, and had even killed or caused the deaths of numerous heroes of humanity and the ancient races, including Three Lives Old Man, Empyrean Primordius, Heavenly Empress Xuanqing, the primal god race’s old Patriarch, and countless others that Lin Ming owed gratitude towards, Lin Ming simply didn’t have a single shred of pity for the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign.
If the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign still wanted to show off his strength after falling into his hands, then Lin Ming would simply use a greater strength to roll over him!
“You think that you are still that all-powerful Saint Sovereign? You are nothing but a captive!”