Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 645

The strongest leading elder of the Golden Sacred Sect, Webster, advanced towards the Chief Elder, his eyes reflecting pure rage.

"Go to hell!"

Webster howled and proceeded to strike the Chief Elder a thousand times with his almighty fist.

The Chief Elder took a step back, one after the other, dodging the strikes so easily that it put the other's strength to shame. He then raised his hand and called upon the golden plate.

"Do you really think your body cannot be destroyed?" the Chief Elder sneered.

The golden plate in the Chief Elder's hand released golden light again. This time, all the golden light condensed into a saber in his hand.

With speed beyond comparison, the saber slashed its way towards the elder of the Golden Sacred Sect.

"Humph? Too weak! Did you really think that kind of weapon could even land a scratch on me?"

Webster crossed his arms over his head in an attempt to block the attack, which ended up colliding with the golden saber.

The deafening explosion resulted to both of them being thrown into the air, debris filling up the space between them and blinding their sight.

Whoosh!

A few moments later, a silhouette emerged from the sky.

He stood in front of the other man with an aura to kill overflowing him. It was the Chief Elder from the Dragon Chasing Sect.

Webster, on the other hand, was severely injured with both of his arms dripping with blood and it took everything in him to muster up the energy to even sit up. He gaped at the former in shock. It was clear that he was still in disbelief to what had happened mere seconds ago.

"No way! That is impossible! Both of us possess ninety percent of Holy Will. How could you so easily destroy my indestructible body?" Webster roared, glaring daggers at the other in front of him while cursing to himself under his breath when his limbs refused to cooperate. Never in a thousand years would he ever imagine himself being in this kind of situation.

Upon seeing the event unfold, the rest of the elders of the Golden Sacred Sect who watched the battle were also shocked. Immediately, they broke out in cold sweat. If Webster died, they would have absolutely no chance of survival against the Chief Elder of the Dragon Chasing Sect.

"Indestructible? Bullshit! What a complete buffoon! Was that the quality that made you think so highly of yourself to the point of birthing arrogance?" barked one of the elders from the Dragon Chasing Sect.

"We initially wanted to spare your lives, but your shamelessness that convinced you to steal our treasures will be your downfall. Forgiveness is no longer an option. Go to hell!"

Now it was the elders of the Dragon Chasing Sect's turn to act arrogant. They had the Chief Elder to back them up, after all. Defeat was no longer siding with them—not when the odds were in their favor.

Boom.

A blast of light suddenly exploded onto the ground. Webster stood up despite his wobbling legs, presumably demanding a rematch with the Chief Elder.

"If I can break this so-called indestructible body of yours the first time, what makes you think I can't do it the second? Do you really think you can beat me? Are you still willing to put up a fight?" the Chief Elder sneered.

"Even if I die by your filthy hands, I will try whatever I can to hurt you!"

Webster raised his fist and swung it towards the Chief Elder's direction like a shadow once again.

His fist had the horrible power of impact as if an asteroid hitting the earth. The earth began to tremble from the force, once again blinding everything and everyone with sand and stones.

"What a fierce battle! If I were in the battlefield, I would be turned to ashes in mere seconds," Hobson declared. He was dumbfounded by the two elders' power.

Hobson wasn't the only one of course, as Darren shared the same feeling.

The power of the ninety percent Fringe Holy Will was so overwhelming that he couldn't even breathe at such a distance.

'Currently, I am a five-star grand warrior. If I want to defend myself, I have to reach at least the top level of the six-star stage. But I have to enter the seven-star stage, to even get a chance of fighting against them, ' Darren thought to himself.

The seven-star Grand Realm was vast to say at least. The elders currently fighting were possibly at the top level of the seven-star stage.

'I am unsure whether Hanson and Mathew could beat them there and then.'

Despite having the reputation of being strong cultivators, these two fighting elders were far inferior compared to Hanson and Mathew.

Hanson was at the top level of the seven-star Grand Realm as he had cultivated both his sword and blade at the same time. Had he not been poisoned, he could have been able to kill a holy warrior. Mathew's killing sword intent was also considered a powerhouse, at the same time his physical strength was not weaker than Hanson's. The two were truly unconquerable among the seven-star grand warriors.

"It looks like will soon be our turn to take action," speculated Darren. After observing for a moment, he noticed the aura of one person in the thick smoke getting weaker. It was obvious that Webster was going to meet his demise soon.

"Well, I was thinking the same thing. After Webster dies, we'll immediately attack his companions as a precaution, in case that we would be punished by the old bastards from Dragon Chasing Sect." Hobson nodded as a silent agreement to Darren's suggestion. Soon enough, both of them decided to inch closer towards the battlefield.

As the smoke faded away by the Holy Will, the silhouettes of the two elders came into view.

The Chief Elder held his head high, arrogance painting his features as he stood untouched. In front of him, Webster was down on his knees midair, blood painting his body madder red. His eyes reflected nothing: absent from all the determination to win. He did not expect that the Chief Elder of the Dragon Chasing Sect could be so powerful.

"If I had refined my indestructible body with better precision, you would have died for sure." There were no emotions reflected in Webster's voice.