Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!-Chapter 427 - 82: One Punch, One Child

When Qing Shan had just become a Saint, he was actually not even one star, at most a half-star, but after absorbing the origin of ten worlds, he rose to one star Saint.

The group you just saw were all one star Saints, not a single two star among them.

The power of your fist just now was basically equivalent to around two stars..."

The Chess Saint explained to Tang Sanzang.

Only then did Tang Sanzang realize that Saints are also graded, but the power level separation among Saints is way too vast, a gap of one star is like the difference between heaven and earth.

Tang Sanzang asked, "What about the strength of those three Emperors, ten Supreme, and Nine God Kings you mentioned?"

The Chess Saint shook his head, "I don’t know, the rules of Chaos are also disorderly, unable to calculate casually like within the worlds.

It’s impossible to discern other Saints’ star-level strength at a glance.

This also explains why everyone usually behaves very prudently, not stirring troubles randomly.

Because no one knows what star level or what kind of character the Saint they encounter might be.

However, there are ways to differentiate the strong from the weak."

"How so?" Qing Shan asked, with Qin Se and Zhu Ganglie also leaning in to listen. Both Qing Shan and Qin Se being newly ascended Saints knew nothing about the rules of Saints.

Zhu Ganglie, needless to say, being a mere snack, had nothing but curiosity and no sense of presence whatsoever.

The Chess Saint said, "It’s simple, look at where their world is located!

As everyone knows, in Chaos, the higher you go, the thinner the Chaos Qi becomes, the deeper you go, the denser the Chaos Qi becomes.

The further down, the greater the pressure, and the higher the density of the Chaos Qi.

Those with great strength can bury their worlds deeper, withstand greater pressure, absorb more Chaos Qi, thereby accelerating their cultivation.

So, one of the methods of star level classification is the depth of the world.

Taking our current standing position as the baseline, the baseline goes down ten thousand li to increase by one star, and so on.

So, as long as you know how deep someone’s world is, you can estimate their approximate strength.

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Unfortunately, no one has ever seen the worlds of the three Emperors, ten Supreme, and Nine God Kings.

Once, an eight-star expert tried to find them, and he almost got crushed to death by the pressure of Chaos without finding their worlds.

Everyone guesses that their weakest are nine-star Saints!"

"Hiss!"

Qing Shan and the others sucked in a breath of cold air, originally thinking their master’s single punch that killed several dozen Saints surely made him a notable among Saints. Now upon hearing this, their hearts chilled instantly, realizing their perceived invincibility of Saints was just being ants among Saints!

And their seemingly awesome master had already offended the masses, perhaps he might be crushed tomorrow.

Suddenly, Qing Shan and Qin Se felt as if their future seemed not so bright.

However, the two women had no second thoughts, as in their eyes, they were supposed to be dead already; it was Tang Sanzang who allowed their lives to continue and even to ascend to Saints, and this grace was worth their lives in return.

As for Zhu Ganglie, after all this time, whenever he thought his bald master had reached the limit, his master would reassure him with his fists that he had not!

Having his face punched so many times, he stopped contemplating various possibilities, just following the master; if his master could kill, they’d take advantage, if his master got killed, then they’d die together.

Since the Pan Gu world was going to be destroyed anyway, he, stamped with the mark of Pan Gu world, was mostly doomed to not survive.

Thus, Zhu Ganglie’s thoughts were profoundly clear…

On Tang Sanzang’s side, excitement swelled, his enthusiasm palpable, "There’s a big one ahead, excellent! Let’s go get them!"

Just then, a voice emanated from Chaos, "Saints of the Pan Gu world, ever so arrogant! You’re still chasing? Do you really think Chaos is unoccupied?"

As the voice faded, three figures emerged from the Chaos.

One was wrapped in lightning, another cloaked in flames, while the last one was dark as a thundercloud.

Upon seeing the trio, Saint Qin Se immediately pulled Qing Shan, Zhu Ganglie, and Qin Se behind Tang Sanzang, whispering softly, "Master, I know these three—Thunderstorm Saint, Red Flame Saint, and Black Cloud Saint. Their strength is terrifying, definitely beyond two stars..."

Tang Sanzang oh-ed, tilting his head at the three and said, "So you three, coming at me together?"

Boom!

A thunderbolt struck Tang Sanzang, sending him flying!

Thunderstorm Saint snapped irritably, "Stop pretending! You think all three of us need to gang up on you? I can kill you by myself!"

While speaking, Thunderstorm Saint transformed into a bolt of lightning and chased Tang Sanzang in mid-air, unleashing a torrent of thunderbolts, pounding him relentlessly—a fistful of tempest!

After two punches, the dense Chaos fog churned even more, generating more Chaos Divine Thunder to aid Thunderstorm Saint in bombarding Tang Sanzang!

In the blink of an eye, Thunderstorm Saint unleashed thousands of punches, with the explosions continually bursting upon Tang Sanzang’s chest. Eventually, a sky-full of lightning fell, engulfing both Tang Sanzang and Thunderstorm.

Rumble, rumble...

The relentless thunder pounded the area for half an hour before it gradually ceased...

"Who won?" Qin Se asked anxiously.

Zhu Ganglie said confidently, "Of course, our master won!"

"Your master won? Based on that bald man?" Red Flame Saint laughed.

Zhu Ganglie stared at Red Flame Saint as if looking at a dead man and said, "Dare to call my master bald, you’re dead!"

Red Flame Saint, as if hearing a hilarious joke, laughed, "Ha ha... You little pig, you really have so much faith in that bald master of yours. He was beaten from head to toe, do you think he could still win? I not only call him bald, I’ll say it three times—bald, bald, bald! Let him come hit me if he can!"

"Fine!"

A shout suddenly erupted, then Red Flame Saint saw a fist instantly land in front of his face. With no chance to react, his old face deformed instantly, his features twisted to one side, teeth flying out, blood spraying from his nose, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets!

"How is this possible?" Red Flame Saint screamed incredulously in his heart.

They were all three-star Saints, and Thunderstorm was a particularly strong one among them. His barrage of punches would’ve taken down Red Flame Saint under normal circumstances, yet this bald man was not only alive but had hit him with a punch!

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The punch was excruciatingly painful!

But the next moment, Red Flame Saint felt no pain. Instead, everything turned pitch black, and he knew nothing more.

Meanwhile, Black Cloud Saint saw a figure rush out of the lightning, holding Thunderstorm’s head, and then punch Red Flame Saint’s head. Red Flame Saint’s head burst open and shattered instantly, killing him on the spot!

Black Cloud Saint was so frightened that he nearly lost his soul and without hesitation, turned to run.

But then...

Boom!

A fist punched through Black Cloud Saint’s chest, the hand notably clutching his heart!

With a fierce squeeze, Black Cloud Saint’s world went dark—dead!