Martial World - Chapter 1759

Chapter 1759 - Meeting The Saint Son

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Lin Ming's expectations were correct. After arriving on the island, he soon ran into another acquaintance - Mount Potala's Hang Chi.

Hang Chi wore linen robes; it was plain and clean.

Mount Potala's group only consisted of three people, making them seem a bit lonely. Battle Buddha Emperor Shakya and Great Limitless Buddha hadn't come.

"Benefactor Lin, it's been awhile."

Hang Chi gathered his palms together, a bright smile on his face. Even after so many years, he hadn't changed at all.

After Hang Chi looked over Lin Ming's cultivation, he was a bit amazed before immediately relaxing. He wryly smiled and said, "Benefactor Lin is truly an outstanding individual. This poor monk's cultivation used to be higher than Benefactor Lin's by two small boundaries, but now I have fallen behind instead."

Hang Chi shook his head.

Lin Ming's current cultivation had slowly left the rest of the younger generation in the dust.

And in truth, cultivation was only secondary. What was terrifying about Lin Ming was his combat strength. In the Asura Road, Lin Ming had studied the Asura Sutra as well as inherited the Asura blood; his combat strength had reached incomprehensible levels.

"Brother Hang Chi is too modest. Come, let us go together."

Lin Ming bowed in return. He had an extremely good impression of Mount Potala. In the past, Great Limitless Buddha had given him a deep graciousness. If it wasn't for Mount Potala's Bodhi Tree, it would have been incredibly difficult for Lin Ming to fuse his three martial intents together.

The further they went into the island, the more heroic young elites and outstanding people there were.

At the center of the island there was a massive dangling palace; this was where the Monster Emperor's longevity feast would be held.

All around the palace were soaring spirit birds and auspicious beasts. As they flew through the clouds and mist, they were beautiful to behold.

In addition, there were divine carriages, spirit boats, and private vehicles from all sorts of great influences, all of them exorbitantly expensive. When they were all gathered together, they created a magnificent scene.

To be able to sit at the innermost seats of the palace, all of those people were heroes amongst heroes. Just counting Empyrean level powerhouses there were over 20 of them.

And as for the elites of the younger generation, although they could also enter the innermost depths of the palace they could only sit on relatively far seats. This included Lin Ming.

As for Mo Brightmoon and Mo Eversnow, those that lacked enough strength or status, they could only sit in the same position as Lin Ming.

After that, the followers of the various great influences were only able to stay outside the dangling palace.

Lin Ming arrived at his seat and sat down. As he closed his eyes in meditation, he suddenly felt a sharp and fierce killing intent shoot towards him.

This killing intent caused Lin Ming's heart to chill. He nearly extracted the Phoenix Blood Spear.

As he turned his head to look towards the direction of this killing intent, all he saw was a tall man standing on a stone platform, his eyes locked onto him like two bolts of thunder.

This person was Empyrean Demondawn!

Lin Ming's breathing deepened. He could feel a massive pressure push down on him. In the grand longevity feast it was naturally impossible for Empyrean Demondawn to strike out at Lin Ming, but even so, he couldn't suppress his anger and tried to use his aura to shock Lin Ming. If it were an ordinary half-step Holy Lord martial artist, being suppressed to death by Empyrean Demondawn's aura was something that could occur in just a moment.

"Brat, you still dare to come here!? It seems your courage isn't small!"

Empyrean Demondawn's voice was ice cold. His sound transmission struck like a thunderclap in Lin Ming's ears, as if he wanted to shatter Lin Ming's eardrums.

"Senior Demondawn."