C1942 The White Tiger Clan(part Ii)
C1942 The White Tiger Clan(part Ii)
"My god! Wang Yang is indeed worthy of being the direct son of the Ten Great Clans. His strength is far beyond that of Wang Shuo. He has actually refined five drops of Saint realm energy?"
"One drop of Saint realm power can double one's combat strength. Wang Yang has five drops of Saint realm power, which means that his strength has also increased by more than ten times!"
"No wonder the rumor that Wang Yang killed an old and weak Xiao Sheng a long time ago. Back then, I was sneering at him. Now, it seems like this rumor isn't baseless. It has a certain degree of credibility!"
Saint realm power was different from Saint realm power. Saint realm power was extremely difficult to refine, and it required a hefty price. If one didn't have a huge background of Family, or a peerless talent, it would be absolutely difficult to refine it!
Generally speaking, a Saint realm Fighter, even a Ninth Heaven Saint realm genius, being able to refine two or three drops of Saint realm power was already considered qualified. And Wang Yang was so young, and had just broken through to the Nine Heavy Saint realm not long ago, yet he had already refined five shocking drops of Saint realm power!
This kind of talent, this kind of resource, was also hard to find in the four inheritances Land!
Wang Yang enjoyed being looked upon with admiration by everyone. Even though his nose was swollen and his face was green, his eyes were crooked and his mouth slanted, and his head was emitting a disheveled look, the sense of superiority brought by the five drops of Saint realm power still calmed his mood down a lot in an instant.
"Tch!"
Qin Sheng sneered and said, "Isn't it just Saint Force? I have it too!"
"Rumble. . . "
Qin Sheng took a step forward and started swimming in the air. A terrifying aura instantly spread out from his body, drowning out the pressure emitted by the five drops of Saint realm power on Wang Yang's body.
Everyone was dumbfounded when they saw this. The body stiffened, as if it had been struck by lightning, and couldn't move at all!
"Ten drops of Saint realm power!"
"I'm not seeing things, am I? A mere six Heavy Saint realm Cultivation Level can actually refine ten drops of Saint realm power?"
"Damn old man, you're not seeing things. Ten drops of Saint realm power!"
A few white-haired Xiao Sheng couldn't help but shout. Ten drops of Saint realm power was a rare and terrifying existence even among the Nine Heavy Saint realm!
Qin Sheng attacked. The dark golden armor fluttered in the wind, carrying a terrifying Qi. Its speed was so fast that it made Wang Yang despair. He wanted to resist, but it only brought him a punch.
With a cracking sound, Wang Yang's body was on the verge of collapsing. He spurted out blood once again. Initially, he thought that he would win with just five drops of Saint Force, but he never expected Qin Sheng to refine ten drops of Saint Force!
What a monstrous genius! That was Saint realm power, and it was even harder to refine than Saint realm power!
Initially, they thought that Qin Sheng came from a small place like the Black Dragon Mountain Temple, and that it was impossible for him to have any flashlights. He was just a soft persimmon that anyone could casually pinch. But the difference between his physical body and the power of a Saint realm, Wang Yang really kicked the steel plate today!
"Puff!"
"Bang!"
On the other side, the battle between Jia Hui and Long Dawei had come to an end. The two old Xiao Sheng who came from the Royal Family fled in panic. One of them had his hand broken, and the other had one of his legs cut off. Although this kind of injury was nothing to a Xiao Sheng, it was still embarrassing to lose face.
When they saw this scene, the way everyone looked at Qin Sheng changed. The contempt in their eyes, as if they were looking at a dead man, turned into shock, shock, and disbelief. . .