亚洲天堂2017无码中文

"Die."

This word that suppressed even the rumbling of the heavens shook the hearts of many, the six swords densely packed with incomprehensible energy and martial intent locked the six directions as they exploded into the ground, six massive suns blooming like a multicolored nuclear explosions that washed away all sound and colors.

In this silent world, the prominent color was no longer a pale blue, but a vast expanse of crimson sky and earth, as a dense stench of blood filled the atmosphere.

It was one move that doomed the fate of thousands of mortal cultivators and hundreds of saints to the despairing afterlife.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Powerful explosions rocked the sky as the clouds sent down one streak of lightning after the next to strike the land, seemingly ripping this powerful silent domain into shreds, revealing a min-numbing, hair-raising, bone-chilling, heart-stopping scene.

In the rain of lightning and thunder, Wendy\'s multicolored hair waved about chaotically, her robes drenched in a stain of saint blood that was in the process of evaporating. However, the ground was a smooth fine surface of highly tempered sands to the point where this earth looked no different from a mirror.

An army of believers and their followers were wiped off from this life with a single strike, but the various elements involved preceded everyone from understanding why it was so.

They couldn\'t tell that Wendy\'s antimatter domain would actively devour worldly energy and convert it into her own, allowing her to channel the boiling energy of thousands into six swords that conveniently obliterated this army.

Magicians were always and would always be weapons of mass destruction in open battlefields, especially when attacking with wide-area attacks. Thus, the more enemies there are, the better it would be for Wendy.

Off in Valdmor, Aria couldn\'t help but click her tongue as this type of ridiculously overpowered area control intent was no different from her Bloodthirsty Territory, only that the general laws of energy conversion were much more complex and diverse than blood control.

She didn\'t have the confidence to say that in terms of destructiveness, Bloodthirsty Territory would win over the Antimatter Territory. However, there was one thing she could accomplish with the Bloodthirsty Territory that she knew was impossible with the Antimatter Territory, which was to wrestle control over someone\'s body by controlling their bloodstreams.

She could tell that the antimatter intent would passively convert any energy it came into contact with, rendering the possibility of controlling the energy within the opponent impossible. Thus, in terms of destruction, even if the Antimatter Territory took one step ahead, it would still take two steps back in terms of practicality.

After making this judgment clear in her head, Aria returned to sleep on Kieran\'s head.

…

"Unbridled abomination!"

A loud shout that seemed to cut the heavens like a sword tore through the dark clouds and crumbling domain, striking into Wendy\'s body with a boom, sending her body reeling back like a shooting star that smashed into the waist of a mountain in the distance.

Boom!

Rumble!

The mountain cracked from base to peak, slowly shattering into segments as a light cough echoed from its depths. Then, Wendy shot out from the rubble, her blood-stained clothes slightly torn, her wild expression still calm as she wiped off a trickle of blood from her mouth.

"A High Saint actually dares to sneak attack a third-cycle cultivator!"

Zofia who was reeling in shock from Wendy\'s power, wondered to herself that if the student was already this powerful, how strong would the teacher be?

She could barely believe that Wendy was in her early twenties.

Then, she heard Meranda spit hatefully while complaining, feeling shocked and dizzy as she hurriedly covered this pitiful human\'s mouth.

"Do you want to die?! Even the boss and big sister Winter Soldier didn\'t say anything, what are you complaining about?!"

Meranda also seemed to realize something, Juvia, and Pandora was still calmly watching without any change in expression. Hence, she huffed in anger and decided to keep her mouth shut.

As for Pandora and Juvia, they were watching the crack that used to house Leonardo, but it was already sealed shut from the battles. However, blood and lightning kept striking at the ground, and they knew that Leonardo was drawing this energy to cultivate.

Indeed.

Leonardo\'s bloodthirsty martial intent was unique as it didn\'t simply require abundant energy to steadily grow, it also required abundant vitality and blood energy from equally powerful cultivators, lest the progression of the dense cluster of nebulae representing the bloodthirsty martial intent would lag behind, the imbalance causing a deviation in Leonardo\'s cultivation.

As for the ink-black lightning, even though the energy from essence energy crystals and the natural worldly energy would help, the process would take too long as the density of the concentrated energy is simply too low in the middle realms.

This leaves the desolate martial intent and the innate eternal night martial intent. Since desolation is a foundational law that exists everywhere, it is actually the easiest to cultivate despite the ridiculous strength it provides. As for his innate martial intent, he could directly feed it from the black sea in his sea of consciousness, albeit that is unnecessary as it had already reached a solid state.

The blood and lightning were continuously flowing into Leonardo\'s body, along with thick streams of essence energy directly absorbed from the energy veins, respectively nurturing the red, black, and white nebulas within.

As for the chaos outside, he didn\'t care.

…

Cough! Cough!

Wendy coughed lightly, adjusting her breathing and turbulent aura.

Far in the distance, an old man dressed in golden priest robes seemed to teleport into the center of the former battlefield, his eyes shining with golden radiance.

As his robes fluttered, the sky behind him parted and a sea of golden radiance began to shine through the clouds.

"You even invoked the wrath of Goddess Arcadia with your sins! You don\'t belong to this world, you must be a fiend brought to this world through acts that blaspheme the faith and dignity of our Goddess! To actually carry out such a slaughter against the devout believers who were defenselessly carrying out acts of prayer and worship in the presence of Goddess Arcadia!"

His aged voice boomed far and near, but Wendy was prepared this time.

A thin film of antimatter intent wrapped around her body, passively converting this energy to stabilize the disorder of her worldly energy. In the past, she wouldn\'t need to worry about constantly maintaining this exotic energy in a state of order, making her lament that cultivators need to constantly worry about this double-edged sword flowing within them.

Wendy knew that Leonardo needed some more time, but she hadn\'t expected that the other party would directly dispatch a High Saint instead of sending batches of third-cycle saints.

She didn\'t know that her performance was too shocking and unconventional. Of course, that\'s to be expected as she only witnessed battles on the scale of people like Leonardo and the incarnations of celestial bodies.

She was just wondering why these people were too weak, actually dying to a single strike. Then, she remembered what Leonardo said when she asked whether the cultivators behind the Sky Mountains were as powerful as him.

He said that there shouldn\'t be anyone close to his power in the same cultivation realm, and now she understood why.

She smiled faintly.

"Scram!"

Although her body was swaying, she was resolute as she knew her teacher wouldn\'t allow her to die.

"Impudent!"

The old man shouted, but his shout suddenly stopped, caught in his throat as an aura of immense danger-filled his senses. Not just him, everyone could feel a dark, sinister, cold aura approaching from the distance.

Even the dark clouds parted, revealing a lonesome silhouette walking in this direction, a sea of black flames following behind her like a docile tide.

A tall woman dressed in a long black dress, her face and features hidden beneath a wide black umbrella, silently approached the battlefield.