The Sword God of the Universe-Chapter 873: Fang Ruoyu’s Shock

Old Seven and the other six puppets had spent quite some time with Bai Xue before, and they were all quite fond of her.

So, when Bai Xue left them to return to the Heavenly Origin Continent, they still missed her somewhat.

Now, seeing a woman entering the Qiankun Small World, they gathered around, not with malice. However, Fang Ruoyu suddenly facing six strangers, it was impossible for her to be calm.

"What’s your name, girl?" Old Seven said, a cheeky smile on his face as he looked at Fang Ruoyu.

"Tell this old man your name, and what’s your relationship with Jing Yan? Could it be that you’re also Jing Yan’s woman?" Old Seven stroked his cheek; he wanted to stroke his beard, but there was none.

He called himself "old man," a habit he learned from humans. These puppets, even though they had been in the Death Temple for tens of thousands of years and never ventured outside, encountered many martial artists who entered the temple. From their conversations, the puppets became familiar with human ways of addressing each other.

Fang Ruoyu’s face turned cold.

If Old Seven had only asked her name, she wouldn’t have been angry. But when he suggested she was Jing Yan’s woman, her fury rose instantly.

At once, she drew out her silver longsword and attacked Old Seven.

"This girl has quite a temper!" Old Seven said with a laugh, not dodging or evading.

The other puppets stood by idly, simply watching for entertainment.

The silver longsword in Fang Ruoyu’s hand emitted a streak of sword light, sweeping toward Old Seven.

In truth, Fang Ruoyu used only part of her strength in this strike; she just wanted to teach Old Seven a lesson and didn’t intend to kill him.

After all, Old Seven and the others were in this space belonging to Jing Yan, so they must be acquaintances, perhaps even friends of Jing Yan.

Moreover, Fang Ruoyu wasn’t a person who killed indiscriminately. She wouldn’t kill someone just because of a single sentence. Therefore, her attack’s power wasn’t strong.

"You..."

Just as the silver sword light was about to strike Old Seven, he didn’t make any move to resist, which caused Fang Ruoyu to panic. She had assumed Old Seven would definitely block her attack, but unexpectedly, he made no reaction at all.

Seeing the sword light about to kill Old Seven.

Fang Ruoyu hurriedly tried to withdraw the sword light, but though she tried her best to control it, part of the sword light still swept across Old Seven.

"Bang!" The sword light hit, producing a sound.

Immediately afterward, Old Seven’s body was sent flying.

Fang Ruoyu’s face turned ashen, her beautiful eyes filled with regret. She quickly stepped forward, trying to catch up and check on Old Seven’s condition.

But before she could take a few steps, Old Seven, who had been sent flying by the silver sword light, charged back with terrifying speed.

"Ouch!"

"It hurts! It really hurts! My clothes are ruined. Look, my clothes are ruined. These were a gift from Jing Yan!" Old Seven cried out, holding his torn clothes.

Fang Ruoyu was dumbfounded!

Despite most of the attack’s power being controlled and avoided, part still struck Old Seven. Yet, Old Seven appeared completely unscathed. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

What is going on?

Fang Ruoyu was certain that Old Seven hadn’t used any defensive treasure, nor had he channeled primordial energy to block the attack. So, how was he unhurt?

Fang Ruoyu’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Old Seven. What kind of monster is this?

Not to mention, even if she used her full strength, there was no way she could harm Old Seven in the slightest. Even martial artists in the Saint Realm couldn’t harm Old Seven.

Even if Jing Yan personally attacked, he could at most leave some marks on Old Seven, but those marks would quickly heal. Jing Yan couldn’t completely destroy Old Seven.

"Serves you right!"

"Exactly, who told you to be disrespectful to the young lady?"

"If you ask me, you deserved a beating!"

The other puppets glared at Old Seven.

"You guys..."

"Are you still my brothers? You actually teamed up with this girl to bully me?" Old Seven rolled his eyes, "Fine! Very good! Just wait. When we see Jing Yan, I’m going to tattle on you!"

Old Seven’s face was puffed with anger.

Fang Ruoyu stood there in shock, her emotions conflicted as she looked at the six individuals. She didn’t even dare to speak. She pondered, where did Jing Yan find these monsters?

"Girl, don’t be afraid!"

"Since Jing Yan let you in, you must have a special relationship with him. We are all considered Jing Yan’s subordinates, so you don’t need to be wary of us." Old Two looked at Fang Ruoyu, forcing a smile as he spoke to her.

"You are Jing Yan’s subordinates?" Fang Ruoyu looked at the six puppets.

"Yes! We stay by Jing Yan’s side to protect him and follow his orders. So, saying we are his subordinates is not incorrect." Old Two nodded.

"Then... why did he not get hurt when I hit him?" Fang Ruoyu pointed a finger at Old Seven.

"Hurt?"

"With your mere Dao Emperor Realm cultivation, how could you hurt Old Seven? Even if a martial artist in the Saint Realm came, they couldn’t harm Old Seven in the slightest." Old Two waved his hand dismissively.

"How is that possible?" Fang Ruoyu clearly didn’t believe it. She thought Old Two was exaggerating.

Undoubtedly, these individuals were exceptionally strong, with certain methods unknown to her.

It seemed Jing Yan had indeed encountered something extraordinary and found these powerful allies.

Fang Ruoyu’s thoughts turned ardent. She had been worried about how to assist her lady in the Chaotic Land. Now, with Jing Yan and these six individuals, she had some confidence.

"Second Brother, you’re bragging!" Old Seven’s eyes rolled as he spoke.

"How am I bragging?" Old Two looked at Old Seven.

"You said that even martial artists in the Saint Realm couldn’t harm us, but what about Jing Yan? Jing Yan is also in the Saint Realm, isn’t he? If Jing Yan used his full strength, even you, Second Brother, wouldn’t be able to withstand it, would you?" Old Seven said.

Old Two rolled his eyes at these words.

"You’re being unreasonable. Can you compare Jing Yan to ordinary Saints? Can you find another Saint like Jing Yan in this world?" Old Two said seriously.

"Wait..." Fang Ruoyu interrupted their conversation, suddenly realizing something was amiss.

What did they mean?

It sounded like they were saying that in this world, martial artists in the Saint Realm couldn’t harm them, but Jing Yan could. Moreover, they said Jing Yan wasn’t an ordinary Saint. Could Jing Yan be in the Saint Realm?

Fang Ruoyu’s shock was even greater than before.

Jing Yan in the Saint Realm? How could that be! How much time had passed? When she was in the Heavenly Origin Continent protecting Jing Yan, she watched him cultivate from the Postnatal Realm to the Dao Spirit Realm. His cultivation speed was indeed fast, but to say he had now ascended to the Saint Realm was simply unbelievable.