"It has no effect. His strength should be above that of the Saint."
Quasi-sage Haoran frowned slightly.
From the moment he was promoted to a saint, he had a deep understanding of the power of his authority. He was confident enough that he was not weak among the authorities of countless saints.
However, the gap in cultivation between the two sides was somewhat difficult to make up, which resulted in the fact that his words and spells, which could resolve even thunder tribulations, could not really have any effect on the other party.
"I'll give you a few more breaths. As long as you surrender to me, I won't kill you."
Obota smiled.
"It will be difficult for you to move here!"
Quasi-sage Haoran slowly spoke out these words.
An invisible force enveloped Obota, seeming to restrain him.
"Your cultivation will fall below that of the Holy One!"
Quasi-sage Haoran spoke again.
But the next moment, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his expression suddenly became a little sluggish.
Obota's body shook, and the authority that tried to restrain him suddenly disintegrated, turning into stars and disappearing into the void.
"It seems that you don't want to join the Gods anymore. Do you really think that with your newly promoted saint cultivation, you can deal with a Holy Lord like me?"
Obota said with a smile.
Holy Lord?
The god king of the gods?
Quasi-sage Haoran's eyes suddenly protruded from his face, with such a look of astonishment that the Moon Worshiping Emperor and others felt their hearts tremble.
"I..." Quasi-sage Haoran almost cursed.
How could it be that it was just a moon-worshipping country being targeted by the God-King of the God Clan?
He just happened to pass by this place and felt something in his heart, so he stayed here to comprehend the authority of the saint for a period of time.
Just by chance, I met the God King of the God Clan?
That terrifying existence who, according to legend, was the disciple of Panche, the first holy master of the human race?
"What, are you surprised?"
Obota said slightly teasingly.
He just likes to see this expression.
Only this expression can make him feel the pleasure of revenge.
"I am indeed a little surprised. I didn't expect that a saint-like existence would take action against these innocent humans.
Some of them are not even warriors, just ordinary mortals."
Quasi-sage Haoran nodded slightly.
The next moment, he suddenly said loudly: "There is no one here!"
The few saints' authority in the body surged again and spread in all directions. Every time these saints' authority came into contact with a human being, it was like an eraser, wiping away these human beings.
These human races did not die, they were just sent to another place. As for where they were, Quasi-Sage Haoran had no control over them.
"Come again."
Obota smiled, shook his head, and slapped her lightly.
Bang! Haoran's quasi-sage's head suddenly raised to the left and back, and a dark red palm print appeared on his right cheek.
The authority of the saint in his body was completely destroyed by such a slap. Only a few human beings closest to him were successfully sent away. The rest of them still stayed in the Kyoto of the Moon Worshiping Kingdom, watching the scene in front of them dumbfounded.
Obota didn't give Quasi-Saint Haoran time to react and slapped him again.
Bang! Haoran Quasi-Sage flew high into the air and landed heavily on the ground.
He smiled and stood up from the ground with difficulty. As soon as he stood up, the other party slapped him away again.
Bang bang bang bang - everyone watched with livid faces as Quasi-Saint Haoran was knocked to the ground again and again. This strong human race who had just given them a glimmer of hope was also so vulnerable to the enemy.
"Senior, stop humiliating the strong men of our clan."
The Moon Worshiping Emperor finally couldn't bear it anymore and spoke.
"how?
I humiliate him, what can you do?"
A strange smile appeared on Obota's face, which made him look a little crazy.
Some time ago, he just quietly stared at Su Han on the way to see if there was a chance to kill him midway. In the end, he was severely wounded by the Holy Lord hiding in Kunlun of the human race. If it hadn't been for the life-saving Dayan.
The magic weapon exists, and he can't even escape alive.
What happened that time made him fearful and angry. These emotions were very complicated, and they eventually turned into resentment towards the human race.
As long as they are human beings, no matter who they are, killing them can bring them the pleasure of relieving their anger.
"..." The Moon Worshiping Emperor was frightened by Obota's violent eyes and immediately closed his mouth.
When Obota saw this, he smiled and continued to enjoy the pleasure of torturing the quasi-sage Haoran.
After fighting for an unknown amount of time, Obota finally stopped.
Quasi-sage Haoran stood up slowly, his face already swollen like a pig's head, and the remaining saint's authority on it was still causing harm to him, making it impossible for him to reduce the swelling.
"You just asked me to take refuge with you, so it doesn't count."
Quasi-sage Haoran was silent for a few moments and then spoke.
"how?
Have you changed your mind now?"
Obota looked at Quasi-Saint Haoran with a hint of contempt, then smiled and nodded, "Kneel down in front of me and kowtow nine times, and I will reluctantly accept you.
Becoming a God is much better than being a little saint in the human race. At least the Gods have a Holy Lord like me sitting in charge. Your Human race only has a Holy Lord who doesn’t know which alien race he comes from as a backer. Who is stronger and who is weak? You should
know."
"Is this strong human being going to take refuge with him?"
"How could this happen..." "It's so spineless!"
"Well, no matter what, this strong man also tried to save us. It would be unbearable to see him die in this person's hands."
Everyone has different looks.
The Moon Worshiping Emperor and others were a little desperate.
Under the gaze of everyone, Quasi-Sage Haoran flew to Obota, his knees weakened, and just as he was about to kneel down, he uttered the true words: "Not moving at all!"
"Um?"
"Snapped!"
Quasi-sage Haoran stood up suddenly and slapped Obota hard on the cheek.
The power of his authority suddenly failed, and the next moment, he was pinched by Obota's neck.
"Hehehehe... I, Kong Haoran, can you humiliate me like this? Today I slapped a Holy Lord, and even death is worth it, hahahahaha..." Kong Haoran laughed so hard that tears were about to flow out.
The Moon Worshiping Emperor and others were silent.
They looked at Kong Haoran's figure with a look of deep reverence in their eyes.
Even if the opponent knew that he was going to die, he would still slap the enemy in the face before dying. This kind of courage is unmatched by ordinary people! "Very good, very good..." Obota slowly squeezed Kong Haoran's neck with his palms and squeezed, making a creaking sound.
The smile on his face had disappeared, replaced by calmness.
But under the calm, the anger of the sea must be evaporated.
"One, a cloud-piercing arrow..." Kong Haoran grabbed Obota's palm with both hands, trying to let himself take a few more breaths.
"Thousands, thousands of armies, thousands of horses...come to meet us!"
Obota smiled and said, "You are so easy on your words, can I still bring in reinforcements for you?"
"I, I don't know, let's give it a try..." Kong Haoran smiled hard, but the next moment, he looked behind Obota in shock.