Chapter 592: . Exit the alien battlefield, public execution! (1)

Book 592. Exiting the Alternate Space Battlefield, A Public Execution! (1)

Lu Sheng's comprehension of the Five Seasons Fist Technique had already reached the absolute limit of the fifth realm.

The distance separating him from the sixth realm was not even as thick as a layer of window paper; it was merely a razor-thin, whisper-light membrane.

He only needed to exert a fraction of effort.

Then he could effortlessly burst through it.

All it took was for Lu Sheng to execute a single, complete punch within the real world.

Just like a moment ago.

Had that punch of his been fully thrown, his fist technique would have instantly shattered the barrier into the sixth realm.

Thereby grasping the third law—which would also be the very first new law he had comprehended entirely on his own.

Unfortunately.

Lu Sheng, in the end, had still failed to deliver it in full.

Because if that punch had been unleashed.

Whether this cultivation space could survive was one thing.

But Hai Jidao, who stood directly facing the blow, would have most certainly been doomed.

"To possess the might to instantly kill a level-thirteen combatant before even breaking into the sixth realm, it seems the grade of the Stellar Law is far higher than I imagined."

The law Hai Jidao commanded was likely something akin to Wither.

In a sense, he happened to be perfectly countered by Lu Sheng's own Way of the Stellar.

His defeat was anything but unjust.

After finishing his thoughts, Lu Sheng looked back toward Hai Jidao and Ao Nong Turing.

Only then did he notice the deep shock and complex expressions painted across both their faces.

Hai Jidao fared somewhat better, but it was primarily Ao Nong Turing whose gaze toward him had begun to carry an unvarnished respect.

This was a demeanor the man had never once displayed even when facing Hai Jidao.

Lu Sheng’s incomplete punch from just now could be said to have utterly extinguished the final remnants of defiance and pride Ao Nong Turing held before him.

"As for the upcoming special training..."

Hai Jidao pondered for a long time, taking a deep breath before speaking to Lu Sheng: "You probably don't need to participate anymore."

"I understand."

Lu Sheng nodded.

An opponent at Hai Jidao’s level seemed to no longer hold much significance for him at present.

Lu Sheng suddenly found himself anticipating the imminent journey to the Heavenly Snake Galaxy.

As the heart of a galaxy, it gathered the top elite powerhouses of an entire star system.

Surely.

It would not disappoint him.

The Grand Planet Governor, Mokodo, was right.

The Hundred Great Star Zones were far too small for him; he belonged on a grander stage to truly grow.

Just as Hai Jidao was preparing to conduct the second round of special training for Ao Nong Turing.

Suddenly...

"Rumble!"

The entire cultivation room shuddered violently, followed immediately by a fierce rocking of the entire spacecraft.

The three exchanged glances, and Hai Jidao quickly spoke up: "Stay here, I will go out and take a look."

With that, he hurriedly left the cultivation room.

Leaving behind a calm Lu Sheng and a visibly tense Ao Nong Turing.

Hai Jidao was not gone for long.

He returned again very quickly.

Seeing him this time, Lu Sheng actually spotted a rare hint of a smile upon his face.

Then they heard Hai Jidao speak with a touch of delight: "Good news. We have now... completely and safely departed the Alternate Space Battlefield."

Both Lu Sheng and Ao Nong Turing were momentarily stunned.

The latter's face quickly flushed with excitement and fervor, letting out a visible sigh of relief.

Among the three, he possessed the lowest strength, and he was the one who had been the most terrified throughout the journey.

Now, the half-suspended heart in Ao Nong Turing’s chest could finally settle down.

Lu Sheng, however, was only thinking—so fast?

Saya maintained a composed demeanor, but in truth, every single step he took was fraught with tension.

The very instant he stepped into this venue.

He could clearly perceive dozens of scrutinizing gazes falling upon his form.

Very quickly, the scrutiny within those glances shifted into shock, followed by unmasked murderous intent and hostility.

The number of gazes projecting toward him subsequently multiplied without pause.

Ten, a hundred, a thousand...

Saya felt like he was walking on a bed of needles, each step forward akin to drawing closer to an abyss of death.

"Hey, buddy."

A large hand reached over, gently patting his shoulder.

Danton leaned close to him, speaking casually: "Relax a bit. Can this scene really be more perilous than the Alternate Space Battlefield? I can certainly guarantee you will leave this place alive."

"Sigh."

Saya gave a bitter smile, just about to say something to Danton.

Right then, his pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw a man and a woman slowly making their way toward his direction.

The man was handsome and erect, clad in a moon-white formal suit.

Beside him was his companion, noble, reserved, and breathtakingly beautiful.

Saya bit his lower lip hard, watching the two of them step by step approach right before him.

Finally, lips trembling slightly, a name was cried out.

"Wells. Mae... Maeve."

"You're actually not dead."

Maeve glared icily at Saya, glanced at Dunton standing beside him, and sneered, "It seems going to the Alternate Void

Battlefield was not entirely without gain for you."

Saya gritted his teeth, for even though he had long tried to accept this reality, actually hearing such harsh,

callous words from his former lover's mouth still made his heart ache as if pierced by a blade.

"Alright, Maeve."

Wells gently patted Maeve's arm, smiling as he looked at Saya, and spoke in a condescending posture:

"To tell the truth.

Saya, I am truly very glad, very surprised that you could appear today."

Wells raised his hand slightly.

Those in the crowd who were quickly approaching Saya with hostility immediately slowed their steps.

"After all, we were once so intimate.

On such a momentous day like today, if you could not be present, it would indeed be an extremely regrettable thing."

"Wouldn't you agree."

Wells looked to Pere on the side, speaking politely, ", the beautiful Flower of the White Moon Arrow, Miss Pere."

Hearing this, Pere gave a soft sneer and did not speak.

"Clack, clack, clack—"

At this moment, several figures walked over toward them.

These individuals were all well-pampered, middle-aged men of distinguished temperament.

From their eyes, laden with vicissitudes and indifference, one could see their extraordinary status.

This was one of the characteristics of top figures in the starry sky.

No matter how decadent the inner soul had already become, the exterior always maintained the very peak appearance of life.

Seeing the appearance of these few people, Saya's eyes lit up, as if suddenly grasping onto some hope.

He could not wait to cry out in low, agitated tones: "Grandpa Bosi, it's me, Saya.

I am not dead yet, I have returned!"

It was no wonder Saya would be so excited.

The middle-aged man before him was once one of the elders in the family who doted on him the most.

Before Saya's father passed away, they were also the best right-hand men when Saya's father managed the family.

For Saya to have the courage to stand here today, the existence of this group of elders counted as one of his greatest sources of confidence.

If he could win the support of this faction of elders, he still held a sliver of hope to contend with Wells

for the position of successor.

He had even imagined in the bottom of his heart—

Perhaps this faction of elders was just waiting for his return, to raise a hand, and retake control of the family?

It was not entirely impossible.

But the very first sentence the other party uttered shattered the few illusions remaining in Saya's heart to pieces.

"You should not have come back."

The middle-aged man whom Saya called Grandpa Bosi frowned as he looked at Saya, speaking coldly, "This is also not a place where you have the qualification

to appear, Mai.

In fact, three days ago the Council of Elders had already decided to expel you from the family.

It is just that the news has not had time to be announced yet."

"Uh..."

Saya was struck as if by lightning, frozen in place.

Meanwhile, the colors of sarcasm and mockery on the faces of Wells and Maeve beside him bloomed wider and wider.

They even could not help but laugh out loud.

The laughter immediately drew the attention of those nearby, and many people at the banquet cast their gazes over.

As the once most watched of the younger generation of Lairusas, Saya's identity was naturally recognized by everyone.

A public execution!

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