Starforce Warriors-Chapter 586: Annihilating A Great Saint With A Flick Of The Finger

Chapter 586: Annihilating A Great Saint With A Flick Of The Finger

On the screen, Grade Eight Beast Kings were being killed like chickens. The fleet of bombers had turned into a brilliant display of fireworks scattered across the sky. In the distance, the mech battalions were being scythed through like blades of grass, their once-formidable formations crumbling in rapid succession.

"A Saint-level fighter!"

"No, this is Great Saint-level strength!"

The Great Xia warriors in the meeting room were visibly stunned.

"Whose subordinate is this? Such unparalleled bravery!" Even General Hua Zhongyue couldn’t help but ask.

By this stage of the war, each side was well aware of the top-tier combatants on either side. Yet, the energy of this Great Saint-level fighter was entirely unfamiliar. This expert wasn’t just a Great Saint; they were a combat-oriented one.

"This is bad! If he keeps pushing forward, he’ll inevitably provoke the enemy’s Great Saints to act."

"He can’t go any deeper. If he does, he won’t be able to return!"

The figure on the screen continued their relentless charge, diving straight into the heart of the star beast horde without hesitation. The sight was too much for those in the meeting room to bear.

If they advanced any further, it would become incredibly dangerous. After all, the Yiggs Coalition also had Great Saint-level powerhouses. If they were surrounded, escape would be nearly impossible.

Energy flares soared into the sky like divine swords piercing the heavens. They were the auras of enemy Saint-level fighters preparing to make their move. Sure enough, in the next instant, dozens of figures tore through the void toward the lone figure on the battlefield, ready to surround and attack. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"No, I must go to support him," said Grand Commander Chu Yuncheng as he abruptly stood up.

"I’m going too," added Grand Commander Li Donglou, unable to remain seated any longer.

The sudden emergence of a Great Saint-level combatant was an unexpected blessing. This was a significant boost to their strength and perhaps even a turning point for Great Xia. They couldn’t allow this powerhouse to fall on the battlefield. Both commanders immediately made preparations to head out.

"Look!"

In the meeting room, the head of the Ren family suddenly exclaimed.

Everyone’s eyes turned back to the screen. Four Saint-level fighters had barely gotten close to the mysterious figure before they were met with gold and silver sword qi that sliced through the air like unstoppable forces of nature.

Their powerful Saint-level bodies were instantly obliterated, turning into clouds of blood mist that rained down to the ground like scattered dumplings.

"So powerful!"

"How is he killing those Saints?"

"Slaughtering Saints like they’re nothing but dogs!"

The people in the meeting room were utterly stunned. They had witnessed Saint-level fighters being defeated before, but it was nearly unheard of to see Saints being killed with such ease, as if they were mere chickens.

When did Xiajing City gain such a ruthless powerhouse?

"This is bad. A Great Saint-level figure has stepped in," General Hua Zhongyue said, his eyes narrowing with concern.

The situation suddenly shifted on the screen. The sky above began to churn with rolling fire clouds, as the dark overcast sky transformed into a sea of flames. It was as if the very fire of the sun had engulfed the heavens.

A colossal figure resembling a god of fire emerged from within this inferno, its presence radiating a suffocating, overwhelming power.

“It’s Jared Kush!”

When they saw the figure that resembled a demonic god wreathed in flames, the hearts of everyone in the meeting room leapt to their throats.

Jared Kush! The third-ranked Great Saint-level powerhouse in the world, known by the title Flame Emperor, was revered as the strongest fire manipulator on the planet. He was the founder and commander of the Yiggs Gate of Hell legion and one of the key leaders of the allied forces in this campaign.

He was a true apex figure who stood at the pinnacle of Earth’s martial world. Rumors said his blood carried the essence of the fires of hell, and Westerners hailed him as the earthly incarnation of Vulcan, the god of fire.

No one expected him to appear so quickly. On the screen, the mysterious Great Xia expert faced the Flame Emperor Jared Kush, whose presence loomed like a demon god. Yet, there wasn’t the slightest hint of retreat in his behavior.

Instead, the warrior accelerated, diving straight into the sea of flames without hesitation.

“This is bad!”

“Have the two Grand Commanders arrived yet?”

“So reckless!”

In the meeting room, everyone’s hearts were practically leaping out of their chests as they watched the scene unfold. Great Xia had finally produced a new Great Saint-level combatant, which was a much-needed reinforcement. But he was about to duel the Flame Emperor. It felt like a death sentence.

General Hua Zhongyue nearly suffered a heart attack. Since Chu Yuncheng and Li Donglou, the two Grand Commanders sent to provide support, were still en route, it seemed inevitable that the mysterious Great Saint would fall in battle...

The agony of witnessing hope snuffed out by despair was almost unbearable. No one in the room believed this unknown expert could defeat Jared Kush, the third-ranked expert on the Saints leaderboard.

But then, in the next instant—

“Huh?”

“Where are they?”

“The mysterious Great Saint and the Flame Emperor... they’ve both disappeared?”

“What’s going on?”

The raging sea of flames and the dazzling gold-and-silver light that had dominated the sky had vanished without any warning. Everyone in the room stared at the screen in disbelief. It wasn’t the earth-shattering clash of Great Saint-level energies they had anticipated. Instead, both figures were simply gone. This unexpected and inexplicable turn of events left everyone dumbfounded.

At that moment, the two Grand Commanders of Great Xia finally arrived outside the city defenses. Their immense energy locked onto the battlefield, scanning for any sign of the combatants. But the mysterious expert was nowhere to be found. Everyone was left in shock and uncertainty, their thoughts swirling with unanswered questions. A strange, chilling breeze swept through the land, adding an eerie final touch to the silent battlefield.

In the distance, the top fighters of the Yiggs Coalition Army began to appear one by one.

At the forefront stood a towering figure clad in ancient, frost-covered armor, wielding a scepter in one hand. His disheveled yellow-white hair and single eye exuded a brutal, menacing aura.

Li Donglou’s eyes narrowed sharply. Another Great Saint had arrived. Phil Johnson, the strongest expert of the European Independent Nations Alliance. This man was one of Great Xia’s most formidable adversaries.

Over the past six months, at least six Saints of Great Xia had fallen at the hands of this foreign Great Saint, known for his mastery over the powers of thunder and lightning.

Phil Johnson’s lone eye glimmered with madness and malice.

“Great Xia scum, you killed my son...” His voice, cold and guttural like a demon’s growl from the depths of an icy abyss, sent shivers through the air.

Li Donglou sneered, “Killers die as they live. Your son’s hands were no less stained with the blood of Great Xia’s warriors.”

“So what if he killed a few of your lowly yellow-skinned monkeys?” Phil Johnson growled through gritted teeth. “Their lives mean nothing! They’re unworthy to be compared to the noble bloodline of the Thunder God’s descendants.”

“You barbaric invader... You deserve to die!” replied Li Donglou as his killing intent surged like a blazing fire.

Phil Johnson gripped his scepter tightly, and the sky above erupted into a turbulent sea of thunder and lightning. Streaks of blinding light illuminated the heavens, as if threatening to turn the entire world to ruins beneath their fury.

More and more powerful fighters gathered at the confrontation. Saint-level combatants from both sides emerged one after another, their sheer presence escalating the tension to an almost unbearable level.

At that moment—

Suddenly, faint spatial ripples twisted in the center of the battlefield and vanished in an instant. Gold and silver energy flickered briefly. The mysterious Great Saint reappeared in midair. He held a rusted sword in his right hand, and a severed head in his left.

Drip... drip...

Fresh blood dripped steadily.

That’s...

Gasps filled the air, sending chills down the spines of all who bore witness.

The severed head belonged to none other than the Flame Emperor, Jared Kush. His head had been severed cleanly at the neck. Saintly blood stained the heavens crimson.

The third-strongest fighter in the world was dead. The Flame Emperor had fallen. Countless eyes landed on the mysterious Great Saint of Great Xia, desperate to see his face.

A powerful and commanding physique. An extraordinary and strikingly handsome face. Eyebrows sharp like divine swords, eyes bright as stars. Even the most critical observers would have to admit that this almost impossibly young man seemed like he had stepped out of a myth.

It was none other than Li Xiaofei. Bolstered by the secret technique Realm of Eternal Samsara, killing a Great Saint like Jared Kush took no more than a few dozen breaths.

The world fell utterly silent before this divine executioner.

Li Xiaofei fixed his gaze on Phil Johnson, the so-called Thunder Lord, and said in an indifferent tone, "What did you just say?"

He took a step forward, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

"A descendant of the Thunder God? You dare call yourself the Thunder God with your pathetic tricks? Who gave you the audacity to look down on the sacred bloodline of Great Xia?"