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Chapter 725 The Dark Saint!

As Lin Dong charged into the crowd first, Luo Feng and Shi Hao also rushed out from their hiding places at the same time.

Qian Renxue wielded her golden longsword, its light as bright as a rainbow, instantly knocking over several cultivators who were trying to approach the stone platform.

Qin Hao's spear moved like a dragon, flashing with silver light, and with each strike, he sent his opponents flying.

Han Li did not step forward, but stood beside the stone statue, his hands forming a hand seal, controlling the lightsabers to precisely strike every enemy who tried to resist.

The scene became chaotic at one point.

However, Shi Hao's side clearly had the upper hand.

Although there were many cultivators who rushed in, most of them were just ordinary geniuses. How could they be a match for Lin Dong and Luo Feng?

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the people who rushed in were beaten to a pulp, collapsing to the ground and groaning in pain.

However, something strange happened.

After Shi Hao slashed a cultivator away with his sword, he suddenly staggered, his body swayed a few times, and he almost lost his grip on the broken sword in his hand.

He leaned against the stone platform, panting heavily, with fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

"Brother Shi Hao, what's wrong?"

Lin Dong turned around and saw this scene. His expression changed, and he rushed over to support him.

Shi Hao waved his hand weakly and said, "It's nothing... I've just been too exhausted these past few days, and my whole body feels weak."

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Feng swayed and knelt on one knee. The phantom of the golden-horned beast disappeared from his body.

He gritted his teeth, trying to stand up, but found that he didn't even have the strength to lift his arm.

"Sixth brother..."

Lin Dong was shocked and tried to help Luo Feng up, but his legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground.

His eyes widened in disbelief. "What happened? My spiritual power... how did it disappear?"

Han Li collapsed onto the stone statue, the array flags in his hands falling to the ground.

The situation is the same for Qian Renxue, Qin Hao, Luo Dao, and Lan Yichen.

Everyone was exhausted and could barely hold onto their ritual implements.

Most of the cultivators who had been defeated by Shi Hao and his group had also lost their fighting ability.

Some had already completely lost consciousness, while others were still struggling.

But without exception, they were all now powerless to fight.

The interior of the ancient hall was in complete disarray.

"Hahaha...a bunch of idiots!"

Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind the stone platform.

Shi Hao and the others turned to look, only to see that the space behind the stone platform was beginning to distort strangely.

Immediately afterwards, figures emerged from the void.

These people were all dressed in black robes, their bodies shrouded in an aura of death, like ghosts crawling out of their graves. With each step they took, they left a trail of black footprints on the ground, while exuding a putrid smell.

There were seven people who emerged from the distorted space.

They quickly lined up in a row, completely surrounding the entire ancient hall.

The leader was a young man with a handsome face but as pale as paper, deep-set eyes, black lips, and a strong aura of death surrounding him.

"This is... the Dark Prince of the Underworld?" Luo Dao exclaimed in shock, his face turning deathly pale. "How is this possible? How could he be here?"

Lan Yichen was also trembling with fear, his voice shaking: "The Dark Saint Son... a young supreme being nurtured by the Netherworld, an ancient freak. Legend has it that he once single-handedly slaughtered a small clan, and even a peak Divine Fire Realm expert was no match for him. And those people around him... were all his war servants, and all of them were first generation!"

Shi Hao leaned against the stone platform, his gaze fixed on the young man in black. There was no fear in his eyes, but rather a strange light flashed across them.

The Dark Saint walked slowly to the stone platform, looking down at Shi Hao. A smirk appeared on his lips as he said in a mocking tone, "So you're Huang? The one who killed Di Chong's secondary body in the Tianyuan Secret Realm and slaughtered everyone in the Sinful State Spirit Realm, the Sinful Blood of the Lower Realm?"

After saying that, he suddenly shook his head, a hint of contempt in his eyes: "It seems you're nothing special after all..."

Shi Hao looked at him without saying a word.

The Dark Saint reached for the jade box on the stone platform, continuing as he did so, "You think you discovered the Eight Treasures Qilin? How laughable! I placed it here myself, and I also personally modified the restrictions on this ancient temple, all to lure greedy people like you here so I could wipe you all out in one fell swoop."

He picked up the jade box, opened it, glanced at it, and nodded in satisfaction: "The Eight Treasures Qilin is indeed a good thing. However, using it as bait to catch so many fish is worth it."

The Dark Saint turned around and looked at Han Li and the others: "You are not weak. If we were to fight head-on, I might not be able to win easily. Unfortunately, you are too greedy. As soon as you came in, you were thinking about snatching the precious medicine. Don't you understand the principle of the snipe and the clam fighting and the fisherman benefits?"

Lin Dong glared at him and gritted his teeth, saying, "Despicable! If you've got the guts, fight me head-on!"

The Dark Saint laughed: "A head-on confrontation? In this ancient immortal ruin, who would confront you head-on? It's all about winning. As long as you win, that's all that matters."

With a wave of his hand, the six servants behind him immediately dispersed and surrounded Shi Hao and the others.

At this moment, the voice of the Dark Prince rang out again: "However... I can give you a chance. Submit to me and become my servants, and I may spare your lives, and even share some precious medicines with you. Otherwise..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was already quite clear.

Shi Hao looked at him and suddenly laughed, but there was no fear or anger in that laugh, only an indescribable meaning.

What are you laughing at?

The Dark Saint frowned, his gaze fixed on Shi Hao.

Shi Hao slowly stood up: "Have you only heard the story of the snipe and the clam fighting and the fisherman benefiting, but never the story of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind?"

The Dark Prince's expression changed slightly: "What do you mean?"

Shi Hao raised his hand, and three streams of immortal energy flowed slowly within his body.

"Your restrictions are indeed powerful, but against us... this level of skill is far from sufficient..."

Shi Hao looked at the Dark Saint and said, word by word.

Before the words were even finished, the runes inside the ancient hall suddenly began to flash violently.

The magic arrays that had originally surrounded the group now began to suppress the Dark Saint and his servants.

at the same time.

Han Li stood up from the ground.

He dusted himself off and smiled at the Dark Saint, saying, "Although I don't understand ancient restrictions, I have some knowledge of formations. I've already adjusted the restrictions you modified. Now, these restrictions obey me, not you..."

As soon as Han Li finished speaking, Lin Dong and the others jumped up as well.

Lin Dong cracked his knuckles and chuckled, "I've been pretending to be disabled for so long, it's been driving me crazy..."

Seeing this, the Dark Prince's expression finally changed: "You...you did this on purpose?"

...(End of this chapter)