I Swear I Don't Have A Python In My Pool-Chapter 1534 - The Endless Sacred War Ends
Chapter 1534: The Endless Sacred War Ends!
Chapter 1534: The Endless Sacred War Ends! Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
As the aftershock dissipated, Hao Shixuan’s dilapidated body appeared.
“Cough, cough!”
He felt a heat in his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Instantly, his body fell forward uncontrollably.
With one hand supporting his collapsed body, he unwillingly looked at Wang Mang’s back.
Just like that, Wang Mang’s figure walked further and further away…
After a while, Wang Mang walked to the side of the Nether Clan’s Holy Son who was like a dead dog.
Looking at the dazed Holy Son of the Netherworld, Wang Mang squatted down and patted his cheek.
“Where is the World Origin?”
After patting for a long time, a trace of light returned to the Holy Son’s eyes.
Immediately, his pupils constricted and a terrified expression appeared on his face.
“Wh-what?”
At the same time, he crawled up shakily, wanting to escape into the distance.
Seeing this, Wang Mang hurriedly stopped him and said speechlessly, “Am I that scary?
“Where is the source of the world?”
Hearing this, the Nether Clan’s Holy Son muttered in a daze, “World Origin… World Origin?
“…”
Wang Mang narrowed his eyes as he looked at the somewhat delirious Underworld Clan’s Holy Son.
In the next moment, countless devouring Great Dao surged out of his body.
Seeing this, the Holy Son of the Netherworld Race said in horror, “Oh, oh, I’ll go get the World Origin now.”
Hearing this, Wang Mang nodded in satisfaction, and the Great Dao of Devouring that circled around him instantly vanished.
“Take me with you.
“Got it.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the Nether Clan’s Saint Son hurriedly flew in a direction.
Seeing this, Wang Mang followed along as well.
After a while, the Nether Clan’s Holy Son stopped on a flat ground.
As some Great Dao power surged out of his body, the ground trembled.
The next moment, a dazzling ball of light broke out of the ground and floated toward him.
After handing the World Origin in his hand to Wang Mang, the Netherworld Race’s Holy Son slowly said, “It’s all here.”
After receiving it, Wang Mang said indifferently, “Alright, it’s none of your business.”
Hearing this, the Nether Clan’s Holy Son hurriedly replied, “Got it.”
After saying that, he quickly flew into the distance.
Seeing this, Wang Mang smiled disdainfully.
Then, he chanted in his heart, “System, devour this World Origin.”
The next moment, the system’s voice went off.
[Ding! Devoured one-tenth of the Small World Origin! Obtained 200 million Dao Crystals!]
Hearing this, Wang Mang slowly nodded.
At this moment, a loud and clear announcement sounded throughout all the realms.
“I hereby announce the end of this Endless Sacred War!
“Everyone in the territory, please leave within one day!”
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge domain gate appeared in the sky.
Seeing this, Wang Mang did not hesitate and flew toward the domain gate in a flash.
At this moment, Hao Shixuan slowly stood up with the help of the Radiant Saint.
Looking at the unwilling Hao Shixuan, the Radiant Holy Son looked relieved and resigned to his fate.
“Hao Shixuan, why are you doing this?
“We’re not from the same world as him.”
Hearing this, Hao Shixuan’s expression changed. In the end, he muttered in a daze, “Am I supposed to be his stepping stone willingly?
“I—”
At this moment, the Nether Clan’s Saint Son’s figure rushed toward the two of them.
Looking at the two silent people, the Holy Son of the Netherworld asked in disbelief, “Shixuan, Guangming, you guys…”
Looking at the sudden appearance of the Underworld Clan’s Saint Son, a hint of disdain flashed in the eyes of the Holy Son and Hao Shixuan.
Then, the Radiant Saint nodded expressionlessly.
“That’s right. Didn’t you see it too? We lost.”
Hearing this, the Nether Clan’s Saint Son paused.
He was completely immersed in self-doubt just now and did not pay attention to the battle at all.
The next moment, he forced a smile and comforted the two of them.
“That Wang Mang is indeed powerful. It’s normal that we can’t defeat him.
“This will happen again in the future. Don’t take it to heart.
“Hmph!
“Let’s go!”
Hearing his words, Hao Shixuan snorted in disdain.
Even the Holy Son of Light, who was supporting him, did not give the Holy Son of the Nether Clan a good look.
As he watched the two of them leave, the Holy Son of the Dark Clan seemed to have thought of something, and his expression immediately turned ugly.
…
After Wang Mang returned to the Battle Saint Platform, the people in the territory flew out of the territory gate one after another.
After a moment, the Battle Saint Platform was filled with people.
In the next moment, the Starry Sky Clan Leader in the pavilion stood up and flew toward the stage.
As soon as the Starry Sky Patriarch arrived, everyone’s gazes immediately shifted to him.
Under everyone’s expectant gazes, the Starry Sky Patriarch paused and slowly said, “I hereby announce the successful conclusion of this Endless Sacred War.
“No. 1.
“The Ancient Starry Sky Race is in second place!
“Radiant Tribe is third!
“…”
…
After the Starry Sky Patriarch announced the rankings of the Endless Sacred War, everyone in the spectator stands cheered.
Not only that, but the people from the factions behind the successors of the small clans who had won in Wang Mang’s camp also cheered excitedly.
Starry Sky Patriarch looked very dissatisfied as he watched the cheering crowd.
The next moment, he waved his hand and slowly said, “Alright, quiet down first!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the cheering crowd quietened down.
Seeing this, the Starry Sky Patriarch spoke again.
“The rewards for the top three camps will be distributed to the various races.
“Dismissed!”
After speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared from the Battle Saint Platform.
In the next moment, everyone in the audience cheered and rushed toward Wang Mang.
“Lord Holy Son is incomparably brave. He suppressed all the Holy Sons and took first place!”
“He’s too strong. It’s really my fortune to have Lord Holy Son.”
“That’s right. In the future, the future will depend on the Holy Son!”
“With such strength, who can compete with him!”
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“Lord Holy Son!”
…
Looking at the people taking turns to praise Wang Mang, Mo Wangu, who was in the crowd, revealed an envious expression.
This was a scene that he had fantasized about, but he did not have the strength to do so.
Seemingly seeing Mo Wangu’s envy, a person beside him whispered with a conflicted expression:
“Don’t be discouraged. You’ve done well enough.
“That’s not for you to decide.”
Hearing this, Mo Wangu smiled in relief and slowly said, “Haha, there’s nothing to complain about if your strength is inferior to others.”
Looking at Mo Wangu who seemed to be relieved, the person beside him patted his shoulder.
However, what he did not notice was a flash of dimness in Mo Wangu’s eyes.
At this moment, Mo Xiaoyou squeezed out from the crowd and grinned at Wang Mang.
“Not bad, pervert.
“He really got first place!”
Hearing this, Wang Mang’s face darkened.
The surrounding people all revealed strange expressions.
The next moment, Wang Mang said angrily, “If you don’t speak, no one will think you’re mute.”
Upon hearing this, Mo Nethery seemed to have thought of something and muttered, “Pfft, that’s how it is.
“Yes?
“Nothing.”
Just as the two of them were bickering, a loud voice suddenly went off.
“Wang Mang! Hand over my Bone Clan’s legacy divine item!”
