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Chapter 1638: An Eternal Realm Specialist in the Dao of Space?

Chapter 1638: Chapter 1638: An Eternal Realm Specialist in the Dao of Space?

At the same time, the presence of eight Eternal Realm experts gradually approaching also appeared within Wang Mang’s perception.

Wang Mang retracted the Slaughter Halberd and turned to run.

"Damn it, if not now, when?"

The elder looked at Wang Mang and chuckled lightly, "Thinking of leaving?"

No sooner had his words fallen than his figure suddenly appeared beside Wang Mang.

"Why the hurry, young friend?"

"Don’t you think you owe this old man an explanation?"

The elder’s figure stood level with Wang Mang, his face wearing a kind smile.

Glancing at the elder from the corner of his eye, Wang Mang sneered, "The world is vast, where can’t I go?"

"Old coot, keep up if you can!"

The next moment, Wang Mang’s figure instantly vanished from the spot.

In his place stood a bewildered Barbarian Tribe disciple.

Seeing this, the elder reached out and grabbed the Barbarian Tribe disciple who had switched places with Wang Mang.

Feeling the strong spatial fluctuations on him, the elder chuckled softly.

"Spatial Divine Skill?"

"I am modest, but I dare say I have some understanding of the Dao of Space."

No sooner had he spoken than the elder’s figure appeared again beside Wang Mang.

"Young friend, your mastery of the Dao of Space is quite formidable."

"Truly, you are talented and bright."

"Why not stay and discuss the Dao with this old man?"

Seeing Wang Mang with an expression as if he had seen a ghost, the elder teased.

Confronted with the elder’s smiling mockery.

Wang Mang flipped him the middle finger and disappeared once again.

In an instant, another Barbarian Tribe disciple switched places with Wang Mang.

For the moment, the elder did not follow.

Instead, he stroked his chin, musing, "Is it just a simple exchange of positions with someone else?"

The next moment, his figure also vanished once more.

Meanwhile, Wang Mang was feeling a headache as the elder reappeared beside him again.

He regretted ever coming across one of the nine Eternal Realm experts, especially one skilled in spatial abilities!

This was like sticker bur, impossible to shake off.

For a while, Wang Mang stopped provoking the elder and kept using the Ultimate Domain to escape.

But no matter how he swapped positions, this undying old man could always keep up.

Looking at the elder’s amiable face, Wang Mang stopped and put on a hypocritical smile, "Elder, would you believe me if I said you’ve got the wrong person?"

As he spoke, Wang Mang stared straight at the elder.

Upon hearing this, the elder suddenly wore a genuine expression of belief, exclaiming in surprise, "Then you truly are careless."

"It’s a good thing the person you mistook was me; had it been someone else, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

"The old man has observed that you have made remarkable achievements with the Dao of Space, and as it happens, I also have some insights into it."

"Since that’s the case, why not come to my dojo and sip on spiritual tea while we discuss the Dao?"

Hearing his words, Wang Mang couldn’t help but sneer inwardly.

Discussions? More likely, it would be hard to escape by then.

Having this thought, Wang Mang did not waste more words and kept swapping positions.

Seeing this, a sly smile appeared on the elder’s face.

After Wang Mang swapped positions, a few hair-raising presences instantly emerged in his perception.

Suddenly, eight Eternal Realm experts surrounded him.

Moments later, Wang Mang hurriedly took in the surrounding scene.

The spot Wang Mang now occupied was surrounded by figures.

All the Barbarian Tribe disciples had gathered here.

And the eight Eternal Realm experts lay in wait like predators.

Shit, he’d been played!

In an instant, Wang Mang understood the cause of the situation.

The next moment, his form once again switched places with a Barbarian Tribe disciple beside the elder.

The old man had anticipated this and let out a smile.

"Young friend, you might want to consider my proposal," he said.

Having learned about Wang Mang’s abilities, he immediately informed several elders to gather all the tribe’s juniors together.

Watching the old man’s confident demeanor, Wang Mang couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

After confirming that a few other warriors from the Eternal Realm were lying in wait, Wang Mang changed his mind.

Was it just an old thing from the fourth level of the Eternal Realm?

With no more reservations, what was there to fear?

Observing Wang Mang’s unrestrained laughter, the old man frowned slightly.

The next moment, he continued, "Young friend, what’s your decision?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Mang’s laughter gradually ceased.

Staring intently at the old man, a bloodthirsty crimson gleam flashed in Wang Mang’s eyes.

"Indeed, I have made my decision," he said.

No sooner had he spoken than the Slaughter Halberd appeared in Wang Mang’s right hand.

Seeing this, the old man’s expression darkened.

"You’ve disrespected me time and time again; do you really think I wouldn’t dare to kill you?" he said.

Gone was the geniality on the old man’s face.

Endless Dao runes swept out from within him.

The sharp gusts instantly tore through space.

Overwhelming pressure, deep and vast, twisted the very void.

The old man now emitted a terrifying presence.

He looked like an ancient god standing in the air, rendering the heavens a shade dimmer.

"Junior, I ask you one last time, will you join our clan and become my disciple?"

"Do not make a mistake!"

His voice boomed like resounding thunder, echoing across the world.

His eyes blazed brilliantly as he stared straight at Wang Mang.

With just one word of refusal from Wang Mang, he would enact lightning retribution to demonstrate the might of the Barbarian Tribe to the world.

Watching the old man, exuding such an imposing aura, Wang Mang looked utterly unfazed.

Then, as if struck by a thought, he said softly, "When it comes to showing off, I must admit you’re unparalleled."

Caught off guard by the remark, the old man was at a loss for a moment.

The next instant, Wang Mang flashed into existence right in front of the old man.

Seeing him still unresponsive, Wang Mang didn’t waste words, and slowly swung the Slaughter Halberd towards him.

Thump!

The halberd landed on the Dao runes surrounding the old man, emitting a series of muffled sounds.

At once, the old man came to his senses.

"Do you have a death wish?!"

His face was somber, and his boundless murderous intent was palpable.

Hearing this, Wang Mang simply let out a nonchalant chuckle.

The very next moment, the heavens began to tremble.

Thin lines of space appeared behind Wang Mang.

A blurry phantom slowly emerged.

All at once, a wild and ancient aura swept across the Eight Desolate Heavenly Domain.

An oppressive force permeated the Great Wilderness World.

Causing all beings in this world to bow and tremble in fear.

Even warriors from the Eternal Realm couldn’t completely avoid the fear that rose from the depths of their souls.

Seeing the ancient god’s phantom behind Wang Mang, the elder’s pupils contracted as he exclaimed, "An ancient god?!"

"How can this be!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Mang let out a disdainful laugh.

"Nothing is impossible," he said.

"And to answer your earlier question,"

"The one who should die is you!"

As he spoke, Wang Mang’s gaze turned blood-red and he sneered.