Chapter 1180 - A Real Grand Cultivator! (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

“Divine Prince Mingyang, why is he here?”

Many Nascent Soul Cultivators from Planet Tianhuang, Heavenly Jupiter and Planet Zheyuan frowned upon seeing the young man in a black robe. Divine Prince Mingyang had once visited their planets and taken some of their descendants away. The third Ancestral Patriarch of the Luowu Sect saw the fourth Ancestral Patriarch of his sect standing respectfully behind the young man.

What confused the third Ancestral Patriarch was that their brother kept his head low, bowing with extreme respect and regarding the black-robed young man as if he were God.

“We’re in trouble.”

The Ancestral Patriarchs of the Luowu Sect were startled.

They had done everything in their power to hide the fact that their fourth Ancestral Patriarch had gone over to Divine Prince Mingyang’s camp. They had thought that the Divine Prince was going to stay put obediently, trembling in a corner of the Abandoned Planet Region or even escape to the Little South Heavenly Realm and never return, since Chen Fan was too powerful; the seven Divine Sects together were no match for him. Nobody had thought that he would step up and challenge Chen Fan.

“That’s very unwise! Divine Lord Chen is the most powerful in the world. How can a Divine Prince challenge him?”

“Although Divine Prince Mingyang is Divine Lord Tatian’s son, he shouldn’t be more powerful than Prince Qin Ye of the Apollo Palace. The scale and power of Apollo Palace are ten times Mount Emperor’s and the Golden Bird Emperor is also stronger than Divine Lord Tatian. Isn’t he sending himself to die by showing up right now?”

“He’s digging his own grave!”

Many cultivators from other planets shook their heads.

Heavenly Lord Anpo, Xing Hu and Zhang Qihao didn’t have a hint of respect to this former dominator of the Abandoned Planet Region; everything had changed. Unless Divine Lord Tatian was reborn, Divine Prince Mingyang is no match for Chen Fan, no matter how powerful he is. He would run messily in the end.

“It better be Mingyang. We can attack and take him down as part of the Divine Lord Coronation Ceremony.”

Someone rubbed his hands and wanted to make a move.

Even the cultivators from the Star Ocean shook their heads. How dare a Divine Prince provoke Chen Fan? Didn’t he see Chen Fan defeat a million soldiers , dozens of Divine Princes and Divine Generals, leaving less than one-fifth of them alive?

An individual cultivator from Star Ocean called Huang Yuan yelled loudly, “Kid, are you mad? How dare you act this cheeky in front of Divine Lord Chen of the Planet East Region?” The cultivator was wearing a yellow robe; he controlled two black hooks surrounded by a dim yellow light, which was shot towards the young man in a black robe.

Huang Yuan was a famous Sword Cultivator in the Shanyang Planet Region. He had risen to fame for ten thousand years and was one of the top Nascent Soul Cultivators. He even had the power to fight with the Divine Princes of the large sects. His pair of flying swords, named “Parting Hooks,” even ranked thirteenth on the Flying Sword Roll in the Shanyang Planet Region.

“Go!”

Huang Yuan performed a Sword Art.

The Parting Hooks turned into two beams of black light dozens of feet long which were enveloped by dim yellow glitter, flashing rapidly toward the young man in black. They were extremely weird and fast. Even some Divine Princes would have found it difficult to be able to react and might have been hit, their bodies splitting up in the process. Huang Yuan made use of that to attack and tried to establish a good impression in front of Chen Fan.

“Boom!”

Out of Huang Yuan’s expectation—

The set of Parting Hooks had just reached the hundred feet range from the young man in black robe when they suddenly froze, as if they would have landed inside a thick layer of glue. They couldn’t even move or go further. Huang Yuan’s face became flushed as he tried his best to control the flying swords, but they were still unable to move forward.

“Huang Yuan, have you been playing with your women at home too much? Your flying swords seem to be suffering from diarrhea. They don’t listen to your commands anymore, just like two old donkeys.” The rogue cultivators from the Star Ocean laughed.

“Says who?” Huang Yuan was embarrassed.

“Haha!” Everyone burst into laughter again.

“Let me see.”

One of the rogue cultivators stepped closer. Everyone immediately froze; even the eyes of the elders of the Qiyun Sect were fixed on him.

That rough, middle-aged man was called Broken Knife Swordsman. He was a famous rogue cultivator in the Star Ocean, who had lived for more than thirty thousand years and was one of the most powerful Half Grand Cultivators. He was a rare Martial Artist who cultivated his body and practiced Martial Arts. The Essence Breaking Sword in his hand was said to be made of Meteorite Iron, entirely black and extremely tough. It was able to withstand an attack from a Quasi-Divine Treasure and was a top Heavenly Treasure specialized in breaking a cultivator’s True Essence.

“Open!”

The Broken Knife Swordsman took a step forward, immediately dashing a few hundred miles. His body was extremely powerful; he had gone through countless dimension layers, creating a passage like a black gap in the sky. His hair was messy and there was viciousness in his eyes. The Essence Breaking Sword in his hand even began to release a dazzling blade aura.

That slash was almost comparable to an attack from a Half Grand Cultivator.

All the cultivators who saw the Broken Knife Swordsman were in awe. Many of them who had once looked down on martial artists also had to admit that his Martial Arts and body had reached the peak and that his Divine Powers were indeed comparable to those attained by a Qi Refinement Cultivator.

“Crack!”

Still, the Broken Knife Swordsman ended up in a more miserable state when compared to Huang Yuan.

The young man in a black robe raised his hand and stuck out a finger.

The attack was so light that there weren’t any sparks or smoke, and it carried neither Dharma Power nor Divine Power when it poked on the Essence Breaking Sword. Then, the sword—which was claimed to be extremely tough thanks to the Meteorite Iron used to make it—started to crack inch by inch from the tip. The blade which had once been one foot five long was shattered even more thoroughly than glass would. The body of the Broken Knife Swordsman—which he had spent thirty thousand years to refine and was said to be comparable to a Quasi-Divine Treasure—cracked like an egg under a hammer, exploding into blood mist. His Divine Soul and Nascent Soul were also crushed before they could escape.

“Stth!”

At that moment…