Chapter 141: Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Seven: Return Home (VIII)

Longzhou was once home to a mythical creature, the Qilin. The Qilin is born from scattered annual stars, hence it is considered a symbol of good fortune. There are males and females, Qi is the male, Lin is the female. They have the body of a deer, the tail of a dragon, the scales of a dragon, their feet are cloven hooves, and they have a single horn on their heads, with flesh at the tip of the horn. They live for two thousand years.

The Qilin soars through wind and clouds, commanding the rain and mist. Wherever it goes, it sprinkles spiritual rain, curing creatures of illness. In places blessed by its spiritual rain, everyone is healthy and strong.

At that time, a great craftsman named Ou Yang heard of the Qilin and ordered his clan to circle and kill the auspicious beast.

After the earth-shattering battle, the earth was shattered and the mountains and rivers fractured. The Qilin had its soul extracted, and Ou Yang planned to make a divine armor from its hide and its soul.

He named it the Saint Qilin Heavy Earth Armor. However, magical items have their spirits and the spirit of the Qilin, filled with resentment, became unusually brutal upon the completion of the armor. It rebounded against its master.

Ou Yang died, but before he did, he severely damaged the spirit of the divine armor, breaking its spiritual charm.

The great craftsman was dead, but the divine armor was passed down. However, this piece of divine armor could no longer be referred to as a holy armor, because the spirit of the Qilin had turned into a fierce spirit, unable to communicate with its master.

The Saint Qilin Heavy Earth Armor had turned into Fierce Qilin Heavy Earth Armor. No one could control it, so Ou Clan decided to auction it.

It passed through the hands of more than ten masters, and finally, this fierce armor fell into the hands of the Tang Clan and was chosen by Tang Sen.

A mortal who became an unbeatable martial artist received a unique fierce armor, creating a living legend.

When Feng Wen Dong saw Tang Sen’s expressionless face emerge from the vehicle, his legs couldn’t help but tremble. Perhaps for most people, the title or position of the First Head of the Martial Hall of Tang Clan was just a title, but for family heads like them, it was a nightmarish martial artist.

Feng Wen Dong wanted to beg for mercy, but he knew it was too late. So, he shouted, “Brothers, escape while you can, save one if you can.”

That was the best advice he could give to his brothers because having seen Tang Sen fight, he was like a real god on earth.

Dong was the first to escape northward, seemingly not caring about his family’s warriors behind

the chariot, leaped high into the air, stepping foot on the earth, causing huge

earth. An earthquake occurred under Tang Sen’s foot, and

moment, the earth split, the mountains crumbled, and dust filled the sky. The earth boiled, and the tomb mounds collapsed. High banks became valleys,

his head, looking at the fleeing Feng Wen Dong and others, deciding to first eradicate the

stones as

body seemed to turn into a puddle of mud, gleaming with golden light. As

golden light. It looked like a spontaneously generated

gone, those huge stones turned into a thirty feet tall golden figure, with its eyes tightly closed, its face looked

the sky gathered behind it, transforming into a battle robe,

stone and dust as a robe – Tang Sen’s ultimate technique, the Golden Rock Battle Body, starkly appeared

golden giant opened its eyes, and two rays of golden light blasted from its stone eyes, striking Feng

among the four, Feng Jin Huan had already run nearly a

golden light appeared with lightning speed,

who thought he was at a safe distance, was killed

around, his eyes filled with rage and heartache. Watching an old comrade meet such an easy death, he felt as though his

Rock War-Body meant going on a killing spree. Killing just one warrior would

onto a mass of land filled with Transcendent Realm warriors, crushing

a group of warriors who had evaded the trampling. The robe glimmered with golden light and was harder than steel. The warriors had no means to escape and were enveloped in the robe, lifted high above the ground. The golden giant clapped his palms,

the remaining Transcendent Realm warriors within the

dispersed, a lump of blood and flesh mixed with armor fell to the ground. Tang Luo’s eyes twitched

with the Transcendent squad, he turned

once more. The towering giant obstructed Feng

struck toward Feng Wendong. There was no way to evade or hide; he had to

transforming it into a sea of blood shadows. The Blood Fiend aura pervaded like a physical entity,

the Shadow of Asura, collided with the golden fist, and the intense Spiritual Power collision produced a

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