245: Chapter 245 Dream Sea

Luo Kaka paused, he was actually quite honorable and did not attack immediately.

He just sneered, "What? Do you know fear now?"

"That is not it..." Lin Bei said with a slightly embarrassed expression, "Uh, let us switch positions!"

After speaking, not waiting for the other party to react, his figure flashed and appeared in another direction from Luo Kaka.

???

Including the Emperor Scions, everyone in the venue was confused and looked at each other in dismay.

Only Lin Bei was rejoicing in his heart.

Hehehe, luckily I was witty. To those watching Cultivators, that previous position absolutely belonged to the left side, too dangerous!

As expected, standing on this side feels much safer!

Luo Kaka turned around, saw Lin Bei's slightly smug expression, and his heart suddenly palpitated, inexplicably feeling suppressed by the other party.

"Playing tricks!" He snorted coldly and once again assumed an offensive stance.

This time, Lin Bei was not afraid at all, extended a finger, and beckoned, "Come on!"

"Rumble!" The ground trembled, and a soul-stirring, brilliant beam of light rushed out from between Luo Kaka's hands.

Wherever it passed, the ground split open into a bottomless, pitch-black chasm.

Lin Bei watched the incoming beam of light and shook his head with a sigh.

He only had research on small waves, and he did not know anything about other forms of waves...

Helpless, he could only throw a punch!

A huge fist imprint flew out and collided with the beam of light.

"Rumble..." The explosion impact surged, the surrounding buildings turned into nothingness, and the ground was similarly shaved off layer by layer.

"Not good!" In the distance, Feng Qingyang's expression changed, and he hurriedly raised his hands to form seals.

Layers of Formations immediately appeared, shrouding the entire Spirit Devouring Sword City, and only then was the destructive momentum alleviated.

"Heh..." An Emperor Scion shrouded in electric light curled his lips, "The Spirit Devouring Sword Clan has managed this city quite well!"

"It is alright! Luo Kaka's Qi attack wave was just a casual strike!"

"However, this person named Lin Bei probably did not use his full strength either..."

"He indeed has some skills! But does he think he can provoke the Emperor Clans just like this? Hmph hmph..."

Luo Kaka's pupils shrank slightly; he could imagine the other party taking this strike, but he did not expect it to be so understated.

"Come again!" In an instant, a beam of light three times larger condensed once more.

Lin Bei similarly waved a fist imprint again, even for his own wicked amusement, controlling the power to be about the same as the other party's beam of light.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..." The Spirit Devouring Sword City trembled continuously amidst their collision.

If not for Feng Qingyang activating the Formation earlier, the entire city would likely have been destroyed.

After more than ten collisions, Luo Kaka's anger surged.

He had already seen that the person before him was no weaker than himself.

What was hateful was that the other party did not take the initiative to attack at all, only throwing a punch after he fired his beam of light.

Even more hateful was that the other party did not use his full strength when punching, each time matching the power of his beam of light.

Most hateful of all! Even though the power was similar, he always felt somewhat suppressed!

"Ahhh!" He finally could not hold back, raised his hand, and took out a long staff.

"I admit you have some strength, now let me show you the foundation of the Emperor Clans! This is the extreme dao imperial weapon, Ruyi Staff!"

"Oh!" Lin Bei was unmoved and took out the Brick without hesitation.

"Haa!" The Ruyi Staff in Luo Kaka's hand expanded dozens of times and smashed down towards Lin Bei's head.

The moral seal flipped and lightly touched the other party's large staff.

"Pfft!" Luo Kaka was struck like lightning, his body flew hundreds of zhang away, and he sprayed a mouthful of blood, "How could this be?!"

"Foundation? Is this it?" Lin Bei's mouth carried a mocking tone.

At this moment, the other seven Emperor Scions finally realized that the situation was not right.

Immediately, three more Emperor Scions holding imperial weapons wanted to join the battlefield.

"Hahaha!" Lin Bei threw his head back and laughed wildly, "No need for trouble, come together!"

Subsequently, amidst the dumbfounded expressions of all the Emperor Scions, seven figures rushed out from his body.

Each one held an extreme dao imperial weapon and rushed towards an Emperor Scion.

"This Venerable One has never seen such an arrogant person!" The Thunder Spirit Clan Emperor Scion, Lei Buqun, sneered.

The next moment, a celestial gold long blade was already slashing down towards his head.

"Shatter for this Venerable One!" A long blade also appeared in his hand, with lightning flickering on it.

"Clang!" The two blades collided, and the sound of metal clashing was soul-stirring.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Lei Buqun looked at the tiny nick on the long blade in his hand, as if stunned.

The other Emperor Scions were no better off than him.

The imperial weapons held by Lin Bei's Phantom Clones were at least Late Stage imperial level, dealing with these low-level imperial weapons was completely effortless.

In the distance, Feng Qingyang only felt his old legs going a bit soft.

"Eight... eight imperial weapons!? Who exactly is he?!"

"Could he really be a Great Emperor? But even a Great Emperor probably could not bring out so many imperial weapons, right?"

Even he, a Peak Great Saint, was like this, let alone the ordinary Cultivators around.

Almost no one dared to believe their eyes, trembling all over.

"Eight... eight Emperor Scions were suppressed by him alone?"

"Fake, right? Illusion! It is all an illusion!"

"Still an illusion?" There were also a few Cultivators who had always disliked the Emperor Clans gloating, "Those few Emperor Scions have become dead dogs!"

Indeed, under the attacks of the main body and the seven Clones, the eight Emperor Scions already had no power to parry.

A moment later, finally an Emperor Scion could not hold on, closed his eyes, and passed out.

Lin Bei's eyes lit up, and the ten thousand demon tower appeared again.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, following a scream from the Thunder Spirit Clan Emperor Scion Lei Buqun, the last Emperor Scion was also kicked into the ten thousand demon tower.

Putting away the ten thousand demon tower, he looked up at the sky again, a flash of anticipation in his eyes, "Will a Great Emperor make a move?"

After a few breaths, space ripples flashed, but it was not the person he was waiting for, but Feng Qingyang.

"Lin... Senior Lin!" Facing this situation, Feng Qingyang could no longer address him as "Fellow Daoist".

"Is Senior waiting for the Emperor Clans' Great Emperors?" He was old and shrewd; others might not know what Lin Bei was waiting for, but he understood very quickly.

"Hmm? Is there a problem?"

"Senior is likely to be disappointed. Currently, all the Great Emperors of the Nine Emperor Clans are not within their clans; only their Clones are holding the fort. I fear they will not arrive so quickly..."

"Oh?" Lin Bei truly did not know about this matter, "Where did those Great Emperors go?"

"Dream Sea!"

"Dream Sea? Where is it?"

"In the northernmost part of the Yinming Land, there exists the only sea here, named Dream Sea!"

"About ten years ago, for some reason, all the Great Emperors hurriedly rushed to Dream Sea and have not returned all these years..."

"So that is it!" Lin Bei nodded.

In this way, waiting naturally had no meaning, so he could only do something else first.

His gaze swept over, and he found Long Jiba lying very far away, and immediately his mouth grinned.

"Playing dead? I will count to three! If you do not come over, then just go die!"

"One!"

"Two!"