Immortal and Martial Supreme Master

Volume 1 1535 Patriarch God In Cloth

Volume 1 Chapter 1535 Patriarch God In Cloth

"Pa pa pa pa …"

A burst of crisp applause rang out.

Qin Yun was slightly stunned as he raised his head to look in the direction of the applause.

Amongst the two Ancestral God avatars, a youth dressed in cyan cloth took a step forward and appeared directly opposite Qin Yun.

This youth was the one who gave Qin Yun the greatest pressure. Qin Yun could feel a monstrous killing intent on this cloth-clothed youth.

This youth's eyes, in particular, felt like he was falling into an abyss just by looking at them.

However, this cloth-clothed youth's aura was restrained very well. If not for Qin Yun possessing the Heavenly Will of the Initial Universe, he would not have been able to detect this terrifying killing intent.

At this moment, the cloth-clothed youth was a dormant dark beast, as if he could swallow Qin Yun at any moment.

"What a terrifying killing intent. How many people must be killed to possess such a terrifying killing intent? Furthermore, this is the incarnation of the Ancestral God. If it was real, wouldn't it be even more terrifying?" Qin Yun muttered to himself in shock.

"Your name is Qin Yun, right?" The cloth-clothed youth said with a smile. The smile on his face carried a sense of refinement.

"It's precisely this junior." Qin Yun nodded modestly.

'"That's right. Whether it's talent, perception, or mentality, they're all top existences of the same generation. I've lived for so many years and this is the first time I've encountered someone as talented as you. No wonder you still need to cross the heavenly tribulation to reach the Divine Realm and summon the four of us." The cloth-clothed youth smiled and said, his eyes showing undisguised admiration for Qin Yun.

"Senior, you're overpraising me." Qin Yun remained humble.

The youth in cloth smiled and continued, "If you had been born 10 billion years earlier, I would have taken you as my disciple and passed on all my mantle."

Hearing this, Qin Yun revealed a bitter smile.

This Heavenly Tribulation had summoned four Empyrean Gods. Three of them had already revealed their desire to accept him as their disciple. The other had yet to express his stance. Since when had he become so popular?

"Thank you, Senior, for your kindness. This junior also wants to be born early, but this is not something I can decide." Qin Yun replied with a smile.

When the youth in cloth heard Qin Yun's words, a warm smile appeared on his face.

This cloth-clothed youth laughed warmly. If Qin Yun hadn't sensed the terrifying killing intent contained within this cloth-clothed youth's body, he would definitely have thought that this youth was an approachable person.

"To be able to control the killing intent to such an extent is truly too terrifying." Qin Yun muttered to himself in shock. He was filled with respect for this cloth-clothed youth.

'"Qin Yun, I saw that you were also a decisive murderer. You must have already sensed the murderous aura on my body. That's right, what I comprehended was the true meaning of murderous aura. I have a nickname, the God of Slaughter in Cloth." The cloth-clothed youth introduced himself with a smile.

"Cloth-clothed Killer God?" Qin Yun repeated. Just this name gave him a feeling of killing intent.

To be able to be crowned as a god-slaying figure, one would usually have a heaven-defying battle record. No one could possibly have such a resounding title.

Suddenly, Qin Yun seemed to have thought of something. He couldn't help but stare with wide eyes and say, "Could it be that you are the legendary Ancestor God who killed three Xiaoluo Heavenly Ancestor Gods and the Cloth-clothed Ancestor God as soon as you stepped into the Ancestor God Realm?"

"You've heard of me?" Qin Yun asked in surprise.

"Of course!" Qin Yun answered decisively.

Before, Qin Yun hadn't reacted. Later, when he thought back to the word "cloth", Qin Yun remembered what he had heard about the legend of the cloth-clothed Ancestral God in Xu Han's body.

The Cloth-clothed Ancestor God also entered the God Realm step by step from the Mortal Realm. He killed all the way to prove his dao. Countless people chased after him or wanted to kill him, but in the end, all of them died under his fist.

The cloth-clothed Ancestor God didn't use any weapons, because his hands and feet were extremely terrifying weapons.

Every move he struck was fatal, and very few of the people he struck would be able to survive.

Because he liked to wear cloth clothes, others gave him the nickname Cloth Killing God. Later on, when he stepped into the Ancestral God Realm, he simply named it after Cloth clothes.

At that time, the cloth-clothed Ancestor God was a famous figure. However, after entering the Ancestor God Realm, the news of him gradually faded away. Later on, his deeds were gradually forgotten by others. Only a small portion of them were able to tell of his great achievements.

Of course, the reason why Qin Yun was able to know his deeds so clearly was because Xu Han worshipped the cloth-clothed Ancestor God very much.

Qin Yun never thought that one day he would actually talk to this cloth-clothed Ancestor God, even though it was only an incarnation.

"I didn't expect that my fame would be quite great. After so many years, there are still people who know about my deeds." The cloth-clothed Ancestor God laughed heartily.

Qin Yun also smiled respectfully, reverence for the cloth-clothed Ancestor God from the bottom of his heart.

"This junior has always heard of Senior's Thousand Strikes Killing Technique. I admire it very much. I wonder if I have the honor to experience it today." Qin Yun said with a smile.

"Thousand Strike Kill Technique? Haha, good. I'll use the Thousand Strike Kill Technique in the next battle. As for how much you can comprehend, it depends on your own good fortune." The cloth-clothed youth laughed heartily, his smile filled with joy.

Hearing this, Qin Yun revealed a happy expression.

This Thousand Strike Killing Technique was a famous divine ability in the God Realm. Xu Han had always wanted to take a look at this Thousand Strike Killing Technique, but he had never had the chance to see it.

Now that he heard the cloth-clothed youth say that he would use the Thousand Strikes Killing Technique to fight him, how could he not feel happy?

Of course, at the same time as he was happy, his heart was also somewhat solemn.

The power of this Thousand Strikes Killing Technique was extremely terrifying. He didn't know if he could withstand it.

"Kid, I believe you should know the power of this Thousand Strikes Killing Technique. Do you really want me to use this Thousand Strikes Killing Technique?" The cloth-clothed youth seemed to have seen through Qin Yun's thoughts and asked with a smile.

Qin Yun nodded heavily, his eyes revealing an extremely firm expression.

This was probably the only chance he had to see the Thousand Strikes Killing Technique. If he missed this opportunity, he would probably never be able to obtain this divine ability in his entire life.

"Alright, then I will use the Thousand Strikes Killing Technique. If you can comprehend it, then I, Chen Buyi, will not have wasted my life." The youth in cloth restrained his smile and his expression became extremely serious.

Hearing this, Qin Yun's expression became incomparably solemn.

Buzz!

The cloth-clothed youth no longer restrained his aura, and a terrifying killing intent immediately surged out from his body.

At this moment, Qin Yun seemed to have fallen into the sea of blood, and the entire world was filled with a bloody aura.

"Qin Yun, I saw it. Next, I will execute the first move of the Thousand Strikes Kill Technique, Thousand Strikes Kill." The cloth-clothed youth said. After he finished speaking, his figure immediately disappeared from the spot.

At this moment, Qin Yun's expression became extremely serious, and his pupils contracted.

However, the next moment, an afterimage instantly flashed past his eyes. A palm flashed through the air and directly slapped Qin Yun's temple, instantly sending him flying.