Chapter 715 - 270: The Glory of the Divine Hidden Emperor Returns (Part 2)

On the Black Triangle’s side, when Yan Wusheng saw the celestial phenomenon triggered by Huo Wen’an, his contemptuous and evil gaze suddenly transformed into one filled with shock and disbelief.

He stared in a daze at the sky where lightning roared and beasts cried, exclaiming in horror, "You are an S-Class Superpower User!"

Huo Wen’an smiled faintly and kept silent.

He turned and took a step into the void, and a staircase made of Black Sea water appeared beneath his feet. Switching from walking to sprinting, in the blink of an eye, he reached the end of the staircase, standing at the center of the lightning-streaked storm.

He waved the Divine Hidden Sword in his hand, and the tornado beneath him rapidly condensed into eight mighty mammoth water elephants. The water elephants, with their pitch-black eyes, stared intently at Yan Wusheng and the wolf-shaped energy entity behind him.

Yan Wusheng perceived the threat of death from those mammoth elephants’ gaze.

"Offending you is unintentional!" Huo Wen’an aimed the Divine Concealment Stick Sword in his hand at the deep sky, and from above, the power of lightning struck the sword’s blade.

Everyone could see the man standing at the center of the storm, holding a black sword flashing with the power of lightning. Surprisingly, such a majestic and fierce power of lightning did not harm his body in the slightest.

He wasn’t summoning lightning; he was controlling it!

To control water, wind, and lightning, this person definitely wasn’t Yan Wusheng!

Then, he could only be...

"That code name 099 fighter doll, he’s a top-notch Super Power User!"

"No, he must be an S-Class Superpower User!" said a woman with a captivating figure, her skin glowing with a wheat-like radiance, but bearing a horrifying scar on her neck.

She wore a black spaghetti-strap dress, a golden soft sword wrapped around her waist, barefoot, with a tattoo of a sleeping kitten inked on her ankle.

She was Dongfang Ying, the Hall Master of Yunxiao Hall, one of the three overlords of Bai Ze Island.

"Hall Master." Upon seeing Dongfang Ying, the senior leaders of Yunxiao Hall quickly ran toward her direction. A few stood on a plain grassland, gazing distantly at White Eyebrow Old Zhang and Xiao Qiao.

"Hall Master, are you saying that the man opposing Yan Wusheng, the Old Palace Master, is an S-Class Superpower User?" The subordinates were shocked, finding it hard to believe that an S-Class Superpower User had appeared on Bai Ze Island.

Moreover, this person was not one of those well-known S-Class Superpower Users from the Divine Martial Realm.

Dongfang Ying did not respond to her subordinates but walked barefoot across the grass toward White Eyebrow Old Zhang and Xiao Qiao.

Coming directly before White Eyebrow Old Zhang, Dongfang Ying stopped.

She looked up at the dark sky, watching the lightning flashing within, and the man whose figure was obscured by the lightning, making it impossible to see him clearly.

She said, "An S-Class Superpower User gracing Bai Ze Island, this is to strike Hell Palace, to kill the chicken to scare the monkey."

White Eyebrow Old Zhang also put away his previous look of disdain.

He glanced at Dongfang Ying, nodded with a solemn expression, "Even if we join forces, we can’t be his opponent."

An S-Class Superpower User, with just a flick of their hand, could shake the earth and mountains, destroying Bai Ze Island would be a piece of cake.

Dongfang Ying nodded, looking worriedly at that black figure, pondering, "We just don’t know what his purpose is. For us, is his appearance a turning point or a disaster."

White Eyebrow Old Zhang sighed, "That old pervert Yan Wusheng, this time he’s going to fall."

Dongfang Ying sneered, "Him? A scum, falling is what he deserves."

White Eyebrow Old Zhang raised an eyebrow, not commenting.

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Under the thunderous and blazing clouds, the Divine Hidden Sword was already charged with energy, emitting a blinding silver light.

Huo Wen’an struck down the Divine Hidden Sword toward the mammoth elephants formed by Black Sea water below him, transferring the power of lightning into the elephants.

The silver light swiftly coursed through the mammoth elephants, eventually forming two silver eyeballs, illuminating the elephants’ eyes.

At first glance, the mammoth elephants seemed to be imbued with vitality.

With the sword’s edge pointing straight at Yan Wusheng, Huo Wen’an calmly uttered a single word: "Kill!"

The eight mammoth elephants moved their sturdy legs and charged toward Yan Wusheng.

Seeing this, Yan Wusheng immediately gave up resisting and turned to flee. The once defiant wolf, with its tail between its legs, scurried away through the dense forest like a stray dog.

Yan Wusheng hid in the thicket, desperately running toward the direction of Fallen Demon Street.

Apart from the sinners, Fallen Demon Street also had the staff from Yunxiao Hall and Jile Hall, all of whom were under White Eyebrow Old Zhang and Dongfang Ying’s people.

With so many people on Fallen Demon Street, even if Yan Wusheng died, he wanted to drag down a group of unlucky bastards. By then, White Eyebrow Old Zhang and Dongfang Ying would certainly not sit idly by.