Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1509 Sun Seizing Event, Human Race?

Chapter 1509 Sun Seizing Event, Human Race?

The Sun Seizing Event gathered the elite members of the Golden Crow Tribe from all directions, spanning millions of miles.

These elites were destined to fight at the Sun Seizing Event.

Therefore, many had already quietly probed various parties before the event.

At this moment, the people from the Zhuo Yuan Clan were approached.

After a few words, they began to fight.

Such scenes were common in the city.

"Bang!"

A tall and slender youth from the Zhuo Yuan Tribe was punched and sent flying, his body falling to the ground.

The other Zhuo Yuan Tribe disciples rushed forward to help him up.

"Hmph, the Zhuo Yuan Clan, claiming to be the number one clan for millions of miles, is nothing special," said a person in black half-armor, a disdainful smile on his face.

He rubbed his arm, his gaze sweeping over the members of the Zhuo Yuan Tribe, saying, "Don't hold back your strength, bring out someone strong to play with me."

His words angered the Zhuo Yuan Tribe members.

Among those standing in the front, a young man in green armor was about to step forward, but he was stopped by a calm middle-aged man beside him.

"Zhuo Wu, don't stop me." The green-armored young man gritted his teeth as a faint Essence Spirit power appeared on his body.

Eighth level Essence Spirit.

The challenger from the Golden Crow Clan took a step back with a solemn and disdainful expression.

He himself had just entered the eighth level of Essence Spirit cultivation. In a battle with someone of the same level, his chances were not great.

Moreover, there was an obvious golden light flickering in the eyes of the person opposite him. He had awakened quite a lot of the power of the Golden Crow bloodline.

In the past 8,000 years, no one in the Golden Crow race had awakened their bloodline naturally. The elites who partic.i.p.ated in the Yang Seizing a.s.sembly were basically less than 100,000 years old. Only a few of them had completely awakened their Golden Crow bloodline.

Most of these people who had completely awakened their bloodline power were only at the Chaoyang Realm. There were very few who could enter the blazing sun, let alone the blazing sun.

Those who could gather the bloodline power of the blazing sun, at least had been cultivating for a million years, and were powerful members of the Golden Crow Clan.

"Zhuo Ju, before we left, the clan leader entrusted us with everything in Zhongyang City to be overseen by Patriarch Muye," the big man named Zhuo Wu blocked the young man in green armor and said in a low voice.

His words calmed Zhuo Ju down, and he slowly retracted the steps he had just taken.

The burly man heaved a sigh of relief when he saw their appearance.

However, his gaze fell on the crowd not far away, and his brows furrowed slightly.

That was not good.

What should be done?

He turned back and looked at his own tribe.

"Forget it, Tong Zhao, you come back. What's the point of talking about hunting in the wilderness, breaking through the Human Race's defenses? It seems that the Zhuo Yuan Tribe is just a bluff—"

In the rear of the group, a young man in a white robe sneered and waved his hand.

"Let's disperse. Don't take these tribes seriously in the future. They don't have much real ability."

His words made the surrounding people laugh.

Regardless of whether it was true or not, a race that did not even dare to accept a challenge was indeed not very capable.

If they didn't have the confidence to win a big battle, they would basically lose.

A tribe that didn't even dare to accept a challenge was not worthy of concern.

"Seeking death!" A loud shout came from the Zhuo Yuan Clan, and a young man in black armor flew forward, charging toward the front.

He finally couldn't take it anymore?

The surrounding onlookers smiled.

Not far from the rear, a young man in silver armor stood with a smirk on his lips.

A smile appeared on the face of the young man who had provoked him just now.

The burly man named Zhuo Wu sighed softly. He was just about to speak when suddenly his whole body shook.

He raised his hand and saw a golden light appearing in his palm.

"Patriarch Muye is here."

"He told us to ignore it, d.a.m.n it!"

Zhuo Wu roared and rushed out. His speed was even faster than the young man who had rushed forward earlier.

Behind him, a ninth level essence spirit phantom emerged, shimmering with a brilliant silver halo.

"Ninth level essence power!"

"This is bad!"

There were exclamations from the front, and gasps from the surrounding area.

The elites of Zhuo Yuan Tribe, who had ninth level Essence Spirit power, attacked directly.

Didn't they hide it at all?

This kind of challenge was intentionally provoking strong individuals in various tribes to reveal their ident.i.ties and strength.

Logically speaking, Zhuo Yuan should know the rules. Why were they so reckless?

"Zhuo Yuan Tribe is nothing to worry about." Someone among the onlookers shook his head and murmured.

"So direct? Could it be that the Zhuo Yuan Tribe has something to rely on?" Some people's gazes fell on the elites of the Zhuo Yuan Clan who had all partic.i.p.ated, and they frowned.

The overall strength displayed by the Zhuo Yuan Tribe was extremely strong.

For tribes that dared to provoke them, the Zhuo Yuan Tribe only sent half of their people, easily overpowering the opposition.

Three ninth-level Essence Spirit experts made many people secretly amazed.

With such strength, even if they didn't have the opportunity to step onto the final stage of the Sun-s.n.a.t.c.hing Tournament, they should still be able to rank in the top 100 or even the top 60.

Now they revealed it openly without any concealment; what a pity.

When the Sun Seizing Event started, tribes with similar strength would definitely unite and be the first to eliminate them.

"Bang!"

Zhuo Wu punched the burly man in front of him who was at the eighth level Essence Spirit Realm and sent him flying. Then, seeing the opposing tribe retreating, he stopped.

He glanced around, snorted coldly, and led the people from the Zhuo Yuan Clan away.

Including the elites gathered from the surrounding tribes, there were nearly a hundred people in the Zhuo Yuan Clan who left quickly.

"Prince Yu Huan, our Tong Wei Tribe has fulfilled the mission and tested the strength of the Zhuo Yuan Clan," the people beaten by the Zhuo Yuan Clan's elite appeared from the street corner and stood in front of the young man in silver armor.

"Well done." The young man named Yu Huan nodded and threw out a jade bottle.

"Take it. It's for healing." As he spoke, he reached out and patted the shoulders of the two people who were groveling in front of him. "Don't worry. After the Sun Seizing Event begins, my Yu Cang Tribe will lead you forward step by step until you obtain the predecessor's true spirit bone."