novelraw Chapter 2156: High Priest of the Heavenly Shaman Sect
Chapter 2156: High Priest of the Heavenly Shaman Sect
A ’palm print’ as colossal as a small mountain came whistling down, seemingly carrying unmatched power.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
...
Wherever the palm print passed, the void trembled, and sounds of explosions rang one after another, much like the sudden rumble of thunder.
The palm print descended, seemingly shrouding the sky, akin to dark clouds pressing down on a city.
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
...
As the palm print swooped down, sounds akin to bursting balloons arose, as those who hadn’t managed to leave Dawn Ashton Chapman’s vicinity were unable to dodge in time, each one exploding into a blood mist scattered through the sky.
The blood mist danced about, transforming into red roses dotted across the sky, dazzling and striking!
In an instant, over ten Saint Immortal Realm experts from various forces of Martial Dao Sacred Land perished without a trace!
Some of these Saint Immortal Realm experts were even of the ’Saint Immortal Fourth Transformation’ and ’Saint Immortal Fifth Transformation’, yet before the descending ’palm print’, they had no power to resist and couldn’t evade in time.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!
...
Almost at the moment when over ten Saint Immortal Realm experts around were blown into a blood mist, Dawn Ashton Chapman’s ’Thousand-striped Sacred Sword’ timely unsheathed, whistling forth, forming a dense ’sword net’ above his head.
The sword net hung suspended in the sky, shooting out fierce sword energy, filled with a sense of destruction, as if it could burn everything and annihilate all!
The black robe on Dawn’s body billowed, his handsome yet sinister features tightened, as the Saint Origin within his body surged out without reserve, fully activating the means merging his mastered defensive martial arts and defensive Divine Ability:
Sword Defends the World!
He had once used this method to receive the full force strike of a ’Saint Immortal Eighth Transformation’ expert and only suffered a minor injury, though it exhausted most of the Saint Origin within him.
Rumble!!
Thunderous booms cascaded downward, as the ’palm print’ resembling clouds descended from the sky struck, after slaughtering over ten Saint Immortal Realm experts, landed above Dawn’s ’sword net’.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
...
Immediately, explosive thunderous sounds echoed consecutively.
As the palm print landed on the sword net, its overwhelming force massively eroded the defense unfolded by the sword net.
The sword net also continued to dim under the barrage of these waves of force.
"Not good!!"
Just as Dawn seemed to sense something, his expression changed drastically and the palm print finally destroyed the sword net, landing upon him.
Though the sword net had depleted much of the palm print’s power, the remaining force was still vast and boundless, crashing onto Dawn’s body with him plummeting into the vast valley.
Boom!!
Rumble!!
...
Amid tumultuous, earth-shaking sounds, the entire valley seemed to tremble, as if a great earthquake had struck.
Meanwhile, the palm print’s force was finally spent.
Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!
...
At this moment, including Kaj Keller, a group of people finally snapped back to reality, gasping collectively after regaining their senses.
Without even making an appearance, just a single ’palm print’ slaughtered over ten Saint Immortal Realm experts!
Even the black-clad swordsman Dawn Ashton Chapman, ranked twenty-seventh on the ’Extreme Saint Ranking’, a ’Saint Immortal Seventh Transformation’ expert, was rendered utterly powerless!
They all knew well in their hearts:
Given that blow from the palm print, even if Dawn isn’t dead, he’s undoubtedly gravely injured!
Swoosh!
As if a gust of wind passed, startling Kaj Keller and the others, the next instant, another figure appeared before them.
It was an elder cloaked entirely in black robes, his stature tall and robust, broad-shouldered and strong-waisted, his appearance seemingly ordinary, yet his eyes exuded an exceptionally keen sensation.
Upon arriving, he stood there unmoved, like a statue.
"This is..."
Kaj Keller, sharp-eyed, noticed the blood-red skull emblem embroidered on the elder’s chest part of his robe, his pupils instantly shrinking, then his body started trembling.
Like he had encountered something terrifying.
"High Priest!"
Just as others glanced at the elder with apprehension, a voice filled with respect yet tinged with weariness sounded.
It was Dawn Ashton Chapman, beaten down into the valley below by the palm print, rising into the air with his bedraggled form.
Dawn, now a far cry from his previous valiant appearance, looked ash-covered and disheveled.
Upon rising, Dawn gazed at the elder, eyes filled with apprehension and fear, "You... you actually came personally."
Faced with the elder, Dawn adopted respectful address.
Even though the elder had severely injured him!
He dared not exhibit the slightest disrespect before the elder.
"Since you withstood one of my palm strikes, I shall spare you today!"
However, facing Dawn Ashton Chapman’s respectful address, the old man known as the ’High Priest’ by Dawn didn’t even glance at him before letting out a cold snort and then swiftly moving away.
"Thank you, High Priest."
Upon hearing this, Dawn Ashton Chapman instantly breathed a sigh of relief.
If the opponent truly wanted to kill him, even if his cultivation had reached the ’Saint Immortal Seventh Transformation,’ he would still be utterly powerless to resist.
Moments later, the old man arrived near Kaj Keller.
Seeing this, Kaj Keller hurriedly stepped aside, deeply fearing that by obstructing the old man’s path, he might provoke his displeasure.
Even he was terrified of the old man’s prowess!
"High Priest... It really is him!"
After hearing Dawn’s respectful address to the old man, Kaj Keller’s heart trembled, realizing that his previous guess was correct:
This old man was indeed the ’High Priest’ of the Heavenly Shaman Sect!
The number one power within the Heavenly Shaman Sect!
The High Priest of the Heavenly Shaman Sect had reached the ’Saint Immortal Ninth Transformation’ in cultivation.
His ranking on the "Extreme Saint Ranking" was below only Imran Nigel and one other person from the Martial Dao Sacred Land.
Ranked third on the "Extreme Saint Ranking," he was one of the few peak powerhouses of the Martial Dao Sacred Land.
Buzz!!
A sound like a blade hum echoed, making Kaj Keller and Dawn suddenly see a flash before their eyes.
It was as if the old man had casually waved his hand, slicing the air with a blade and leaving a terrifying ’rift’ in the void, like a gap that suddenly split open from thin air.
Next, he moved, disappearing into the void rift.
"He... He went in?!"
The crowd outside gaped in astonishment, shocked by the old man’s ’actions.’
Meanwhile, a few among them who regained their composure first murmured, "Just now, Lord Dawn addressed that old senior as ’High Priest’? The title of High Priest seems to be a rare one even in the Upper Domain of the Martial Dao Sacred Land, doesn’t it?"
"Dawn used to be part of the Heavenly Shaman Sect, and with that person’s formidable power... Could it be... Could it be that person is the High Priest of the Heavenly Shaman Sect, Osman Moore?!"
"Lord Osman Moore?!"
"It must be him! Besides him, I can’t think of anyone else who could annihilate ten Saint Immortal Realm powerhouses with just a palm print without being present, severely injuring a Saint Immortal Seventh Transformation powerhouse ranked twenty-seventh on the ’Extreme Saint Ranking!’"
"Osman Moore, the High Priest of the Heavenly Shaman Sect, the foremost powerhouse of the Heavenly Shaman Sect... ranked third on the ’Extreme Saint Ranking,’ one of our Martial Dao Sacred Land’s world-class powerhouses of the present!"
...
A world-class powerhouse is a title given to the present-day Saint Immortal Ninth Transformation powerhouses of the Martial Dao Sacred Land.
Only those who have reached the Saint Immortal Ninth Transformation and above are qualified for this title!
Having guessed the old man’s ’identity,’ the crowd was not only shaken but also curious...
Whether that High Priest of the Heavenly Shaman Sect could remain unharmed after entering the suspected ’trap’ left by three demi-saints.
According to rumors:
The explosive power of the killing array within that ’trap’ had even shattered the defensive super sacred artifact ’Limitless Bell,’ crippling one arm of ’Jagger Patel,’ protected by the Limitless Bell!
"I wonder if Lord Osman Moore will return safely!"
"Of course he will! Lord Osman Moore is not only the High Priest of the Heavenly Shaman Sect and the sect’s foremost powerhouse... he is also the only one among the current generation of the Heavenly Shaman Sect who has fully comprehended the sect’s ultimate defensive Divine Ability!"
"The sect’s ultimate defensive Divine Ability, known as an ancient Divine Ability, is also recognized as the number one defensive Divine Ability in the Martial Dao Sacred Land! With that Divine Ability’s support, the High Priest’s defense is probably comparable to Jagger Patel, who possesses the Limitless Bell."
...
Amidst the crowd’s murmurs, most people showed considerable confidence in the Heavenly Shaman Sect’s High Priest ’Osman Moore.’
Even Kaj Keller and Dawn Ashton Chapman were now curious:
Would Osman Moore make it out alive?
Lower Domain of the Martial Dao Sacred Land.
Within a previously serene mountain range, sudden booming shouts erupted like thunder:
"Walter Simmons! Wake up... wake up... quickly wake up!!"
"I am your master... Take a close look, I am your master, Sword Thirteen!!"
...
The repeated shouts were not only loud but also conveyed a sense of urgency, filled with profound powerlessness.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Accompanied by two swift sounds of wind, two figures soared into the sky, traversing through the mountain range.
However, the speed of the one behind far surpassed that of the one ahead.
In an instant, the one behind caught up with the one ahead.
The man in front was a middle-aged man, looking disheveled, as if he had just endured some ordeal.
The one behind was an exceptionally handsome young man. With sword-like brows and starry eyes, he should have had a graceful demeanor, yet he was enveloped in overwhelming demonic energy emanating from his body, which was incredibly pure.
Such demonic energy was not something an average ’Demon Cultivator’ could possess!
Furthermore, the young man’s eyes were blood-red, cold and sharp, devoid of any emotion.
Swoosh!!
With a tremor of the young man’s right hand, the three-foot-long sword he held vanished without a trace, leaving only a fleeting sound of the sword’s cry.