590: Another false saint

Taiyi Relief-from-Suffering Heavenly Lord was puzzled, because the Pseudo-Saint named Moros had been sent by the Alliance Leader to assist him in attempting to destroy Myriad Paths Reincarnation. However, who would have thought that after Moros landed, he didn't even have time to contact him before being defeated and vanishing without a trace.

This made him feel uneasy. Although the people before him didn't seem to have the ability to kill him, who could guarantee that these guys didn't have any trump cards?

"Your original intention wasn't actually to kill me, was it!"

Tang Ku sneered, "You were originally aiming for Wu Zhen. You wanted to use her death to strike at me, to create a flaw in my state of mind, perhaps making me depressed and dispirited, or perhaps making me violent and bloodthirsty. Then you could take advantage of the situation, using me as a Breakthrough point, and then use some methods to invade this world, right? Let me think... just like you, to perform Possession on me?"

Taiyi Relief-from-Suffering Heavenly Lord couldn't help but take a step back, but his back hit the Ruyi Jingu Bang. A cold chill struck from behind... He could feel it; it was endless killing intent!

Over there, Compassionate Guanyin gave a look to Holy Heart Guanyin, who nodded. In fact, she had been unable to watch any longer. Although Tang Ku's Buddha Power had temporarily delayed the dissipation of Wu Zhen's soul, the final result would still be Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering. Among those present, only Holy Heart Guanyin could save her.

Guanyin floated out from behind the crowd silently, then slowly concealed her figure, arriving beside Wu Zhen, and slowly poured the water from her pure vase onto her wound...

Tang Ku didn't need to look to sense her Aura, so he didn't pay it any mind. He stared fixedly at Taiyi Relief-from-Suffering Heavenly Lord and chuckled, "What, it seems I've touched a nerve? I think you must have infiltrated the Heavenly Court a long time ago... Hmm, the reason the Heavenly Court fell so easily must be because you acted as a guide... What is that force invading the Immortal Realm called? And how did you replace Taiyi Relief-from-Suffering Heavenly Lord? What is your ultimate goal? When will the Pseudo-Saint Legion arrive in this world? Tell the truth, and I might let you live!"

"Heh, hahaha... hahahaha... Do you know?"

After Taiyi Relief-from-Suffering Heavenly Lord's wild laughter, his body began to change. His body began to grow taller, muscles bulging, ripping his clothes... No, it should be said that his muscles bulged and ripped his skin. In the blink of an eye, a long-haired man appeared before them, wearing golden armor, with a standard Western face and a gloomy, pale complexion. The Aura unique to a Saint instantly erupted from his body, and that unique Aura stopped everyone from acting rashly in an instant.

"Do you know? I hate it most when people call us Pseudo-Saints!"

This guy suddenly roared, and a large amount of black smoke instantly released from his body, condensing into a palm-sized pitch-black bead in front of him. A heavy Death Qi instantly spread from this bead. Everyone was extremely disgusted by this Aura, and some nearby mortal Cultivators had already fainted directly onto the ground due to this Death Law Aura.

"So what if you hate it?"

Bang! A current of air suddenly swirled up, stirring the heavy black mist into a mess. Tang Ku reached out his right hand, and in the Pseudo-Saint's horrified gaze, grabbed the bead that condensed the essence of the Death Law, and then crushed it with one hand!

Boom! Evil Qi and Death Qi soared into the sky. The terrifying energy fluctuations made even big shots like Grand Tutor Wen feel intimidated, but Tang Ku stood there calmly, as if he had only done a trivial thing.

"Heh, no matter how much you hate it, you are still just a Pseudo-Saint, nothing more!"

Tang Ku sneered, "Your power doesn't even reach the fur of a true Saint, how dare you try to associate yourselves with Saints..."

This Pseudo-Saint's eyes were about to pop out in shock, and he thought to himself, "How is this possible? Except for a Saint, no one can break my Kiss of Death... He... he actually used one hand to... This... how is this possible!"

Tang Ku's large hand had already grabbed his head, then the Power Law was activated, throwing him directly into the sky.

"You all... do not interfere!"

Bang! Leaving these words behind, Tang Ku flew up to pursue him. The Pseudo-Saint had just stabilized his figure in mid-air when he suddenly felt a strong wind coming from below, and immediately after, he felt his chin suddenly suffer an impact and sink in...

"This guy... clearly isn't even a Quasi-Saint... This is impossible..."

Boom, boom, boom, boom... The next part was Tang Ku's solo performance time; he began what seemed to be an endless beating of this guy!

That's right, it was a beating, beating that guy until he was completely bewildered, with absolutely no chance to fight back.

Even though his physical body had reached the level of a Saint, he was still like a not-very-sturdy sandbag, beaten until there were dents everywhere, and his entire body, along with his armor, had deformed.

"I say you are Pseudo-Saints, you should be happy... because that at least acknowledges your strength, after all, it has some connection to Saints..."

Boom! This headbutt from Tang Ku almost exploded his forehead. He said coldly, "But in reality, you are just a bunch of locusts that have initially understood the Law, but pose a huge threat because of your vast numbers... No, perhaps you are even worse than locusts, because the migration of locusts is basically unrestricted..."

"Ah..." The impotently furious Pseudo-Saint roared, instantly releasing all the Death Law power contained within his body, condensing a huge, black, translucent sphere outside his body, isolating Tang Ku outside.

Tang Ku laughed disdainfully, "What, aren't you confident that you are comparable to a Saint? You're chickening out already? A Saint wouldn't be like you..."

Hum! The War God Gauntlets were unleashed, the Great Wilderness Divine Fist's Heaven Burial, amplified sixty times, punched onto the barrier. The huge barrier was as brittle as an eggshell and was directly smashed into slag.

"...hiding behind a protective shield to survive!"

Gripping the Pseudo-Saint's neck tightly, Tang Ku's fist was about to descend, but unexpectedly, the Pseudo-Saint's eyes suddenly emitted a blue light. Tang Ku only felt a blur before his eyes, and his hand was instantly empty.

He turned his head and saw that the guy was already clutching his own neck, hovering in the sky only five or six meters away from him.

"Damn it, damn it, you ant, don't think you can defeat me, don't think... You are dead, you are dead... I will eat your flesh and sleep on your skin, only then can I vent my heart..."

Boom! This punch almost exploded his chest. That large piece of golden armor instantly shattered, countless metal fragments pierced into his skin, making him scream in pain.