Summoning Players into My Game Chapter 774 - 390: Divine Power Shakes the World!

"Is the Light Divine Envoy himself taking action?" Lao Si inquired, his gaze fixed on Sean, who had materialized within their live broadcast feed, enveloping their surroundings.

The reputation of the Light Divine Envoy, Sean, was legendary throughout the Imperial Country and across the vast Myriad Dragon Star. Having recently overcome a supreme talent from the Holy Hall, he held the thirty-third position on the Elite Ranking. Among the Imperial Country's elite, he was considered top-tier, his power already on par with a genuine Initial Tier Divine Fusion Realm powerhouse.

For a mission as specific as assassinating the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall, it would typically suffice to dispatch a lower-ranked supreme talent from the Elite Ranking; they could handle it with ease. The deployment of a master of Sean's caliber for such a task was undeniably overkill.

"What a pity," Qiao Boyi lamented, observing Sean standing before Luo Wushang and the others. "Even if Tang Yilong wished to intervene now, it may prove too late."

They had all witnessed the recorded duel between the Light Divine Envoy Sean and the Holy Hall's supreme talent. It had been the most electrifying battle on the Myriad Dragon Star in the past half-year.

Initially, the dominant belief among major forces was that Sean's victory was improbable. The Holy Hall's prodigy possessed four Demigod Secret Ultimate Techniques perfected to the Realm of Perfection, granting him a significant physical advantage over Sean, who had only three.

Yet, in a surprising turn of events, Sean managed to advance his own techniques to four Demigod Secret Ultimate Techniques at the Realm of Perfection. His raw power surged beyond 100,000 tons. The Light Law, renowned for its swiftness, rapidly overwhelmed the supreme talent proficient in the Fire Law. The latter retreated in disarray to the Holy Hall's stronghold, narrowly escaping with his life. Had their base not been so proximal, he likely would have perished by Sean's hand.

Now that Sean had personally engaged, unless Tang Yilong of the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall intervened, Sean's sheer speed would decimate all one hundred members of the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall outside their base; not a single soul would survive.

Current intelligence indicated Tang Yilong remained within the base, dedicated to his training and confined to the manager's cultivation room since his arrival on the Myriad Dragon Star. It was utterly perplexing what Tang Yilong contemplated, having finally received his garrison assignment.

However, on the opposing front, Sean, facing Luo Wushang and his companions, did not bear a relaxed countenance. Instead, his expression grew grave as he fixed his gaze upon Luo Wushang within the throng.

"Why does this individual from the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall evoke such a perilous sensation within me?" Sean mused, his eyes reflecting confusion as he studied Luo Wushang, who stood clad in a silver-gray robe and hood, not even reaching two meters in height.

At present, with his four Demigod Secret Ultimate Techniques perfected, his combat prowess had substantially amplified since his days in the camp. Across the entire Myriad Dragon Star, few individuals, excluding the managers of the major factions, could truly best him.

The only entities on Myriad Dragon Star capable of instilling this sense of acute danger in him were the Four-star Divine General Vito of the base; the other two Three-star Divine Generals did not elicit such a feeling.

"Could her prowess truly rival Lord Vito's?"

This profound question surfaced in Sean's mind, though he swiftly dismissed the notion as absurd.

Despite Vito being a Four-star Divine General and residing in the Middle Tier Divine Fusion Realm, his strength was comparable to a High Tier Divine Fusion Realm expert. While Luo Wushang radiated a dangerous aura, his sheer Qi Blood Strength registered only at the Half-step Divine Fusion Realm level, making any comparison to a Four-star Divine General impossible.

Without further hesitation, he unleashed a punch toward the assembled members of the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall, aiming for a swift conclusion before the hall manager could mount a rescue.

Meanwhile, Fang Zhen and his comrades were taken aback by Sean's abrupt appearance. They had never anticipated the camp's BOSS initiating a proactive attack, a scenario previously unheard of.

Astonishment notwithstanding, as Sean's radiant fist surged forward, a blur of motion intercepted it. This shadow was none other than Lu Fanchen, whose cultivation had reached the zenith of the Middle Tier Heavenly Human Realm. The instant Sean launched his blow, Lu Fanchen, having already activated an Energy Burst, met Sean's assault with a lightning-fast punch aimed directly at his head.

"So swift!"

Confronted by this sudden, unexpected strike, Sean found himself devoid of sufficient time to deploy his Demigod Secret Ultimate Techniques. His only recourse was to channel his Qi and Blood, manifesting a near-solid Qi and Blood Illusion around his own fist to directly counter Lu Fanchen's impact.

Boom!

The collision of fists sent Sean hurtling back hundreds of meters, his arm now bleeding. Lu Fanchen, conversely, remained steadfast, his arm completely unscathed.

"How is this even possible?"

Sean stared at the unharmed Lu Fanchen, his expression a mask of profound astonishment and utter bewilderment.

Having achieved Perfection in his four supreme Demigod Secret Techniques, Sean's physical prowess rocketed past 100,000 tons. When incorporating his Qi and Blood Power, his might surged beyond an astonishing 260,000 tons. This level of strength ought to have been more than enough to contend with a Half-step Divine Fusion Realm cultivator, and possibly even a genuine Divine Fusion Realm expert. Yet, being flung away by Lu Fanchen's solitary punch, and suffering an injured arm, was utterly astonishing.

At this moment, Sean wasn't the sole individual taken aback. The prodigies from the Imperial Country observing from the sidelines, along with Lao Si and Qiao Boyi watching via live feed, were equally dumbfounded. "How can the might of a disciple from the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall be this formidable?" Lao Si's gaze was locked onto Lu Fanchen, his expression steeped in disbelief. During their brief clash of fists, Lao Si had clearly observed that Lu Fanchen’s strike hadn't employed Qi and Blood Power, relying solely on his innate physical strength.