Chapter 674 - 668: Ma Ran? Ma Ran!
Gray and Zhang Qianren exchanged a glance, beads of sweat simultaneously appearing on their foreheads.
Perhaps it was due to some mysterious commonality between the superpowers "Haotian" and "God", during the previous planetary ascension, the perspectives of the two extended, and at the final moment, they entered an unfathomable state.
Unlike others who directly left that state, they, guided by an inexplicable force, achieved a subtle resonance and soul connection.
Now, although Gray and Zhang Qianren have left that state, the after-effects of their blended divine thoughts continued to reverberate without pause.
At this moment, just by exchanging a look, they could understand each other’s thoughts and emotions.
"Although we haven’t faced each other directly yet, the new volume of the ’Classic of Mountains and Seas’ in the Celestial Court already contains data and information on these two guys!"
"The one next to him is from the Light Dragon Race, incredibly powerful, with comprehensive abilities, without any flaws or weaknesses... Judging by his appearance, he doesn’t plan to make a move for now, so we’ll leave him aside first."
"The key issue is this guy..."
The "Right" who vanished into the void brought them immense mental pressure.
Luckily, Gray and Zhang Qianren could, in a state of synchronized thinking, communicate in a flash, not needing to engage in a slow dialogue like normal people—which if it were so, they wouldn’t know how many times they’d have been killed.
"The Void Dragon Race, unless one’s life realm is at a certain high level, his attack power is virtually unlimited!"
"Any material, energy, or defense measures have no effect under his means of attack."
"At our current level, even if we join forces, we can’t confront him head-on!"
"Don’t try to hold or defend."
"It’s meaningless!"
"Try to avoid his attacks, or use our attack methods to alternately restrain him, delay time!"
"At this moment, we can only hope the Prophet and Martial God arrive at the battlefield in time."
Gray agreed with Zhang Qianren’s judgment and tactic, immediately vibrating thirty-six pairs of pure white light wings, his figure transforming into a stream of light, as if in the blink of an eye, dissolving into fine flecks of light, flowing incessantly in the wind.
At the same time, Zhang Qianren also took a step forward, his form transforming into an inconspicuous flying sword, merging into three thousand ancient melodic flying swords, weaving into a blade tornado, drawing infinite sea water and raising a water dragon, charging into the Cloud Peak.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Dull thunder rolled, explosions echoed incessantly.
In the sky, multicolor light wove crisscrossed rainbow bands.
The scent of smoke and the ionization of matter pervaded between heaven and earth.
The Guardians, whose bodies were torn into pieces, soaked in the sea, appeared somewhat dazed, even forgetting the pain momentarily.
"God" and "Haotian" joined forces to battle the elite from the Dragon Civilization, though without much confidence or chances of victory, momentarily, they were only at a disadvantage, not defeated.
The battle gradually became stalemated.
"Right, need any help?"
A hint of wonder appeared on the golden-haired, golden-eyed Left’s face: "Judging by your appearance, it seems a bit of effort is needed to take them down."
Above the sky, came a burst of arrogant laughter.
"Hahaha... No need!"
"Just now I found them interesting and wasn’t being serious!"
"Superpower, Burning Martial... Both are promising extraordinary paths, yet they haven’t mastered even one."
"Such talent and potential that even amazes me among the Human Race Civilization doesn’t appear in every era."
"On Earth, encountering two at once."
"Ha!"
"Honestly, I’m a bit confused about whether Earth Civilization is favored or abandoned by the will of the cosmos."
"Enough talent and potential, a strong belief and will, resources and heritage aren’t lacking, but they missed the most crucial time!"
"Now..."
"I’ve already won!"
As Right finished speaking, the wind stopped and the rain ceased.
The tumultuous sea calmed abruptly.
Above the sky, not a cloud in sight.
Meanwhile, Gray and Zhang Qianren, their bodies severed in two and faces covered in blood, fell into the sea.
"Tch... Too young."
Right’s figure transformed, appearing beside Left: "Not even a thousand years old, it feels like bullying cubs."
He appeared at ease, with a poised demeanor.
Suddenly, Right sensed something was amiss.
He didn’t hear the sound of objects falling into the sea.
And beside him, Left was on full alert, staring intently into the distance.
Zzz... Zzz...
In the direction Left watched, a pitch-black shadow was slowly burning.
This burning shadow was reassembling and connecting the four severed pieces of Gray and Zhang Qianren’s bodies together.
Where the shadow’s flame licked, all injuries vanished without a trace.
Muscles, blood vessels, bones, nerves, energy channels were all reconnected.
The blood lost due to severe injury seemed to be replenished in the process.
In the blink of an eye, Gray and Zhang Qianren were restored to their peak condition.
If not for the bloodstains on their faces and the weariness in their eyes, Right might have thought these Earth natives were holding back cards earlier on purpose.
The shadow burned away completely.
A figure stepped out from within.
A young man with white hair, dark eyes swirled with bright silver light band, clad in a black coat with silver trim and a standing collar, with a straight-blade Tang sword at his waist, wearing Hexagram Cloud Battle Boots.
Right furrowed his brow, instinctively clenching his fists.
Ma Ran?
Ma Ran!
He realized immediately that this Earth youth was Ma Ran, known as the Prophet, and also Earth’s strongest individual.
Ma Ran was unlike the two he faced earlier, having had close encounters with that "newborn fellow."
Regardless...
The opponent was dismissing dragons too much!
What made him so arrogant, so domineering?!
Right opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but was shocked to find that he couldn’t utter a single word.
He seemed to have temporarily forgotten the ability called "speaking."
Ma Ran glanced calmly at Left and Right, ignoring them, and at the first moment, gathered the guardians’ broken bodies.
A group of guardians with severed limbs, or even just half faces, floated before Ma Ran, like a parade of a hundred ghosts in broad daylight, voicing their violently fluctuating emotions.
"The Prophet has arrived!"
"I knew, we could wait for him to come!"
"Spare me the nonsense, Ran God never drops the ball at critical moments!"
"Hahaha! These two aliens were so arrogant just now, why aren’t they shouting now, huh? Come and kill me!"
"Hmph, those who howl madly, in front of my Brother Ran, are just putting their heads on the market, not worth mentioning!"
"Damn aliens, prepare to die!"
"Bro, after we go back, let’s drink vodka together!"
"Got any tequila? I heard it’s high-end stuff, wonder if it goes well with hotpot..."
"Count me in!"
"Oh? Martial God isn’t here? I was hoping for an autograph from her..."
Hearing this, Ma Ran replied, "Su Qiangwei is cultivating," and then quietly began healing the wounded guardians.
"..."
Not far away, Left looked at his speechless kin next to him, falling into a deep silence.
Weighing his words, considering his tone, adjusting his mindset...
After a moment, Left cautiously looked towards Ma Ran.
He took a deep breath, slightly bowed, neither humble nor arrogant, and said, "Honorable Sir..."
"Right and I came to Earth seeking to bring back a dragon descendant; we dare not offend you in the slightest."
His voice was somewhat hoarse, his tone tinged with a hint of bitterness and regret.