Myriad-realm Stat Point System

Sect Leader Lin's heart was beating wildly. Ever since he entered the Divine Sense Stage, he had never been so panicked. He felt that the situation had gone out of control, and that it might endanger his life.    

    

Yang Morong was also shocked in his heart. He shouted, "Everyone, don't panic! Qingming was only a Divine Sea Stage warrior. Even if there is some kind of Spiritual Tool... There were some methods that could not be sustained for long. We just need to hold on for a while, and we will be able to hold on."    

    

However, when his voice was heard, it only received a reply.    

    

There seemed to be no one around him, no one could hear his voice. It was as if he was in a dark valley, in a house, his voice echoing out. He could hear his own voice, but other than that, there was no one else's voice at all.    

    

It was as if there was no sound left in this world, only a voice, and that was his own voice.    

    

Cold sweat dripped down. Yang Morong couldn't even convince himself.    

    

Was this really a method of 'clarity'? Was this really a method that a Divine Sea Stage warrior could use? As a Martial Cultivator of Divine Sense Stage, it was as if he was separated from the world, separated from the world. He could not be connected to anyone else at all! Was this still a method of 'clarity'?    

    

Just as he was at a loss and at a loss, everything around him suddenly trembled, and the sound transmitted into his ears.    

    

Yang Morong was instantly overjoyed, "Just as I expected, this Divine Sea Stage warrior, qingming, can't withstand too much pressure. Even if he has some powerful technique or even more powerful treasure, it can't last for too long."    

    

It was even more impossible to imprison and separate the four Divine Sense Stage warriors for too long.    

    

Along with the voice came a violent wave of Primordial Energy.    

    

In an instant, it rushed into Yang Morong's body and snatched away all the Primordial Energy in his body. Even his meridians and internal organs were severely injured at the same time.    

    

Yang Morong's expression froze. He spat out a mouthful of blood in disbelief.    

    

'How could this be? I'm seriously injured, and I don't have the strength to resist! '    

    

Almost at the same time, Sect Leader Lin, the old man with a white beard from the Lianshan Sect, and the Martial Cultivator of Divine Sense Stage from the Returning One Sect all coughed out large mouthfuls of blood. They were stunned and in disbelief.    

    

Under their battle, all the disciples of the Lianshan Sect and the Returning One Sect were lying on the ground, vomiting blood. Some of them died on the spot, some fainted on the ground, and only two of them were barely conscious. However, it was obvious that they didn't have the energy to watch the battle between Su Ze and the four Divine Sea Stage warriors.    

    

These two barely managed to regain consciousness. After a few breaths, they couldn't hold on anymore and fainted again.    

    

The sky was still dark. A crescent moon rose with a bright light. Su Ze stood quietly in front of the crescent moon.    

    

The light of the moon illuminated the area below, illuminating the four faces with blood stains and disbelief at the corners of their mouths.    

    

"Qingming - -"    

    

Sect Leader Lin from the Lingyun Invincible Sect sounded like he was crying, "We will leave now, we won't disturb you any longer!"    

    

"Is that so?"    

    

Su Ze said in a flat tone, "You're asking me to kill you, but you can't let me go. Is this your attitude now?"    

    

Sect Leader Lin bowed without hesitation.    

    

"We really don't know that Lord Qingming is a Heaven Suppression Stage warrior who has come to the world of games. We are like clowns in front of you! Please let us go! "    

    

When he said this, yang Morong immediately became alert. Who else could refine my thoughts without alerting me? Besides a Heaven Suppression Stage warrior, who else could make me respectfully address you as master?    

    

The white-bearded old man was also shocked as he muttered to himself: "No wonder, no wonder he is so calm, watching us fight and kill each other. If we fight in front of you in front of Lord Qingming, wouldn't it be like a child playing and playing around?"    

    

Sect Leader Lin spoke, and the four of them exchanged words. Immediately, they no longer had any doubts about Su Ze's identity as a Heaven Suppression Stage warrior.    

    

If he wasn't a Heaven Suppression Stage warrior, would he be able to face four Martial Cultivator of Divine Sense Stage so casually? If he wasn't a powerful Heaven Suppression Stage warrior, would he have a few hundred treasures and Spiritual Tool?    

    

Most importantly, when he attacked, all four of them were seriously injured in an instant.    

    

If it wasn't for the Heaven Suppression Stage's means, there wouldn't be any other reasonable explanation.    

    

Su Ze was standing in front of the crescent moon. He was prepared to say something, but now that the four of them had decided their status and cultivation base, he decided to let them think this way.    

    

However, even so, he still had to kill what needed to be killed.    

    

Otherwise, how could he face the one billion attribute points that he had accumulated with great difficulty? It didn't seem to be that difficult. From the beginning of the God Formation Stage, he had 400 million attribute points for every Level 1. Now that he had broken through to the Divine Sea Stage, even if he was at the first level of the Divine Sea Stage... He had also obtained 800 million Universal Attribute Points.    

    

Of course, the chances of him using the Primordial Energy to kill a higher level warrior was extremely rare. Su Ze would never let them go.    

    

Raising his hand, the Devil Extinguishing Spear instantly pierced through the white-bearded old man's forehead, killing him completely. With the Devil Extinguishing Spear, it was enough to ensure that his divine soul was destroyed and there was no possibility of him surviving.    

    

Sect Leader Lin, yang Morong, and the Returning One Sect's Martial Cultivator of Divine Sense Stage stopped talking. In the dark night, the young man in front of the crescent moon immediately became the symbol of their death, the horn of death.    

    

Unconsciously swallowing his saliva, the Returning One Sect's Martial Cultivator of Divine Sense Stage turned around and tried to escape.    

    

Puff!    

    

Another Spiritual Tool pierced through his forehead from the back of his head, dripping with blood.    

    

Su Ze took a step forward and slowly walked forward.    

    

"You want to kill me? You want to take away my Spiritual Tool?"    

    

"No, no, no!" Sect Leader Lin shouted in shock and quickly waved his hand, "We won't dare anymore! Please forgive us this time! Please forgive us this time!"    

    

Yang Morong also cried out in shock, and knelt down in front of Su Ze, begging for mercy.    

    

"My lord, Lord Qingming! We really don't know anything, that's why we unintentionally offended your face. Master, please don't lower yourself to our level, please don't -"    

    

Su Ze said with a smile," I'm only at the Divine Sea Stage. You four Martial Cultivator of Divine Sense Stage won't even give me a fair chance to fight one on one. I have no other choice. Don't you all agree?"    

    

"Right, right!" Sect Leader Lin hastily gave himself a slap, "We bastards! We are beasts! We are bastards, we are not humans! We are immoral!"    

    

" As long as you can calm down, Lord Qingming, you can do anything! No matter what! "    

    

Su Ze nodded slightly. He raised his palm and another Spiritual Tool flew up. "As long as it makes me happy, anything is fine."    

    

"No matter what!" Sect Leader Lin felt a chill in his heart and hastily said.