The Miracle Doctor's Two-Faced Toddler-Chapter 1145 - : Great Killer, Yan Xiaosi! (3)
Chapter 1145: Great Killer, Yan Xiaosi! (3)
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The difference was that Rakshasa Soul could soul capture. Perhaps he could fight him, but he did not know if he could win. Other than Rakshasa Soul, no one in the world was his match.
Everyone was firmly suppressed by this pressure. Just as the hidden weapons were about to stab into their hearts, they suddenly stopped, stopping less than half an inch away from their hearts.
Everyone broke out in cold sweat as they looked at the hidden weapon outside their hearts, not understanding what had happened.
In the next second, the 108 hidden weapons shattered into powder.
The East Saint King frowned. What was going on?
A powerful Saint King’s pressure crushed towards the East Saint King like an ocean. The two pressures collided, and the air seemed to crack inch by inch. The East Saint King’s pressure disintegrated piece by piece. Shadow Thirteen felt his body lighten, and he suddenly could breathe. He fell from the air.
“Thirteen!” Shadow Six flew up and hugged him.
That pressure did not stop because of this. It domineeringly shattered the East Saint King’s pressure, as if it was shattering her roof. The difference was that her roof was broken for fun. This one was even more fun!
“This…” The East Saint King was simply dumbfounded. He naturally felt the pressure of a certain Saint King, but this pressure was too terrifying. In the blink of an eye, it shattered his pressure barrier.
Did the experts of the Sacred Clan come? Or was it that three-year-old Little Saint King?
That was impossible!
A three-year-old Little Saint King was at most an initial-stage Saint King, and he had long entered the late-stage. How could he be crushed by a little child?
“Hmph, I only used ten percent of my strength just now! On account that you guys are still useful, I don’t want to destroy your Young Master Manor, but since you’re stubborn, don’t blame me for being rude!”
As the East Saint King finished speaking coldly, he suddenly released a deep pressure. His realm rose at an unfathomable speed. Shadow Thirteen was born with a stronger sense of power than others. At this moment, he could tell that the other party’s power was increasing by ten percent.
Not good!
Forty percent of power! How terrifying was it for an adult Saint King to release forty percent of his power?
Soon, it was fifty percent!
Shadow Thirteen’s expression changed. Was this guy… going to destroy the Young Master Manor?
As the East Saint King’s strength increased, there was suddenly no movement from the Little Saint King.
“Heh, are you afraid?” Since he was afraid, there was no need to continue improving his strength. After all, it would consume his body if he used too much strength.
Just as the East Saint King was about to deal with the Young Master Manor with fifty percent of his strength, the Little Saint King’s pressure came again. This pressure was actually about the same as the East Saint King!
The East Saint King gritted his teeth and increased his strength by another ten percent. He thought that this should be the little fellow’s limit. As expected, the Little Saint King stopped moving again.
The East Saint King really planned to attack, but the Little Saint King’s pressure came again.
“Hiss…” The East Saint King was puzzled. What did she mean? You poked me when I stopped. You have to force me to use my full strength, right?
The East Saint King tried a few more times. The moment he stopped, the other party really used her pressure to poke him. In the end, he really used all his strength. This was not much different from the Soul Rakshasa’s self-destruction.
“You forced me!”
He didn’t want to destroy half of the capital, but— Bang?
Boom.
The East Saint King attacked. He imagined a loud thunderclap, but in fact, he heard a muffled sound. It was as if a huge firecracker had suddenly been covered by an incomparably thick pot lid when it exploded.
Firecrackers was his full-strength attack, and the pot lid was the pressure of the Little Saint King.
The fatal blow of an adult Saint King was actually covered by the Little Saint King?!
In the air, the pressure from the Little Saint King twisted.. For some reason, the East Saint King felt a trace of disdain from this pressure, as if it was saying to him, Hmph, rookie!
