The Sword God of the Universe

Chapter 1510: Full Army Charge



Two hundred simplified versions of mini Jiuxuan Fierce Fire Array plates were made. If they were used to construct normal mini Jiuxuan Fierce Fire Arrays, you could only create around twenty.

With the foundation of All Paths Sacred Land, providing this amount of materials isn’t an issue.

Don’t just look at how All Paths Sacred Land is no match for Wanbao Divine Hall now; when it comes to foundation, Wanbao Divine Hall is far inferior to All Paths Sacred Land.

Wanbao Daoist obviously couldn’t have imagined that All Paths Sacred Land could produce more than two hundred of the top-level attack array plates at once. He also found it unbelievable. He knew All Paths Sacred Land had a deep foundation, with material reserves incomparable to his Wanbao Divine Hall, but he thought even All Paths Sacred Land couldn’t possibly provide materials for more than two hundred top-level attack array plates.

But now, thinking about it is useless.

"You little brat, meet your death!" Wanbao Daoist, fierce on the outside but fearful inside, charged out madly.

Divine power surged all over him, killing intent boiling over. He let out a voice filled with bitter anger, but rather than directly attacking the side of All Paths Sacred Land, he intended to rescue the many God Lords of Wanbao Divine Hall being fiercely attacked by the Jiuxuan Fierce Fire Array.

"Hmph!" Jing Yan saw through Wanbao Daoist’s plan. He certainly wouldn’t allow Wanbao Daoist to destroy those Jiuxuan Fierce Fire Arrays.

"Wanbao Daoist, rumors say you are a martial arts strongman second only to the Heavenly Venerate. Today, let me experience it." Jing Yan, holding the Colorful Cloud Sword, flashed his figure and approached Wanbao Daoist.

Wanbao Daoist’s eyes narrowed, his body stopped in space, and a chilling cold erupted in his eyes.

"Looking for death yourself!" Wanbao Daoist swung a black long staff towards Jing Yan. A cascade of black staff shadows filled the sky, carrying incomparable horrific pressure.

"The Saint Master alone probably can’t hold off this old thing, Wanbao Daoist. Elder Chui Feng, I’ll go support the Saint Master; you watch out for Tu Yang." Elder Chuo Yan squinted slightly, speaking to Elder Chui Feng.

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