Tempest of the Stellar War
chapter-540

The old disciples who had been in the World of Saints for a few years blinked but they let out sarcastic laughter instead

A saint trial appeared on the disciple level and it already caused a sensation. This was good. The saint trial actually also appeared on the acolyte level's Soul Trial. This level of difficulty was to the sky. You should know that this type of trial could make people feel helpless. It was not something humans could withstand.

"What?"Fatty Luo's ears were really as sharp as dog ears. Deng deng deng, he rushed over in a few steps, grabbed that person's arm and asked.

"Let go of me….."

"Say, why is he unlucky? Don't you believe that I will bite off your arm!"Luo Fei's eyes were very scary.

"Ahem, well you just went through the Soul Trial, do you think that you can go through that type of terrifying test again?"

Luo Fei was stunned and shook his head. How was that possible, based on his situation, no matter what he could not pass.

"And that is the most basic Soul Trial. Now it has entered the saint test program, the difficulty level is more than doubled. Besides, the other saint tests if you failed, you merely fail. This Soul Trial can hurt a person's spirit. If youre not careful, heh heh, it can be dangerous." The old disciple attracted the attention of those around him and told the story eloquently.

As he said, suddenly, the color of the trial's door turned dark purple. The whole trial area became a chaotic mess...

The old disciple's expression changed instantly and cried out: "That's impossible!"

Luo Fei's eyes turned icy. The hand grabbing the old disciple grasped harder. "What's going on?"

"You let go first...The saint test and the test to rise to the saint level had opened at the same time! This...is completely out of our control now. He's done for, done for. Your friend is done for. With just the saint test, if failed, it will hurt the spirit, causing spiritual harm to people, now...if he fails, the harm caused is permanent, he can even enter a vegetative state!"

While he was saying that, the people around them had gloating eyes. Who told them to be such jerks, let the trial kill you guys!

A forest, pitch black forest. He could not see his fingers when he stretched out his hands.

Terrifying voices were hidden in the darkness like the demons from hell. At any time, it would be prepared to reach out its demonic claws. He had to hurry to the camp. Predators under the cover of darkness were only more dangerous.

Raising his head, the lush canopy covered the sky, blocking the sky. There were sounds of landing. It was the jumps between the trees by the nocturnal flying squirrels.

Lear suddenly stopped in his tracks. He seemed to have become smaller, as though he was back to when he was just 10 plus years old.

Where was the camp?

And....why was he here?

He remembered. This was the horror forest that was the birthday present that old man gave to him for his 12th birthday. He was thrown in the horror forest for 7 days and 7 nights.

Lear smiled coldly. This was interesting; it actually could lead a person into a trance in an instant. He forgot that he was in the midst of a trial and almost thought that all these were real.

Careful steps became a strolling pace. A pack of wolves blocked his way. The eyes in the dark were like ghosts, exactly like when he was 12 years old.

That was a bloody battle and eventually he survived. He fought like a beast. The 12 years old him used his teeth to bite the wolf pack to death.

Similarly he was now even more fearless. A childish illusion!

Instantly, the surroundings turned bright!

"Boss, you are so awesome. The first to succeed this trial!"

Luo Fei jumped over and as usual, praised him.

Lear lightly nodded and then his life went on smoothly. Very quickly, the white robed man was impressed by his talent and strength. He knelt in front of him and acknowledged him as the inheritor of the ancient civilizations, making him the King of the generation.

Time passed quickly like a flying arrow, like the flowing river. Lear was already the indisputable king of the Solar System. Borrowing the power of the Saint Church, he moved in the direction of ruling the Milky Way Alliance.

The Chronos Family's Ancestor Worship Ceremony...

Lear stood on the stage and looked at the old man – the terrifying old man of the past. At this moment, he was sitting on a wheelchair, relying on a support machine to breathe. This was his own masterpiece.

After the ceremony, he would bury this old man completely.

"Very good, you have already learned how to be ruthless. Now I can tell you about that thing. You always suspected that I killed your dad, my own son. Actually, I did not. These facts were only hidden. Your father is a talent but a pity that he is more interested in women. You are a genius and I cannot let you follow in his footsteps. It will only make you indecisive."

"So I let you think that they have already died. Actually they are still alive and you have now matured."

Lear was stunned then he saw a couple walking over from the side.

Father and mother....?

"Lear, my baby, we finally can meet."

Mother shed tears and rushed over, hugging him tightly.

A familiar scent, a deep memory of him in his mother's arms when he was young.

"Lear, you have done well. You are no doubt my son. These few years... you've had it hard."

Father's gentle smile, the smiling wrinkles at the edge of mouth were much deeper than he remembered. Father had also aged a lot.

"Congratulations boss, a family reunion and you even rule the Milky Way Alliance!"

Luo Fei jumped out at the right timing to praise. This guy also grew a beard, except he was fatter than before, like a ball.

Lear smiled. This was really good.

His parents were alive and well. He had great power and the chronos Family had already become the first family in the Solar System. In the Milky Way Alliance, he also supported numerous powerful political spokespersons. As for political potential, even if it were the Aslan Royal family, they might not be more influential than the chronos Family now. The Aslan Royal family still wanted to form a marriage alliance with him – whether it was with the older or younger princess, it was up to him.

But...but...what a pity...

At this full of pride moment, Lear sighed deeply instead.

He pulled out his sword and slashed.

Fresh blood sprayed everywhere. His mother looked at him with disbelief and fell to the ground. His father roared and sprang towards him. "Are you mad, what are you doing!"

He waved lightly, his sword, another slash!

His father's angry face froze and dropped to the ground.

Did Lear go mad?

"I have not passed yet? Must I kill everyone?"

Ka cha!

The smiling Luo Fei was cut into 2 with 1 slash.

The next one was the old man on the wheelchair.

Then the next, the next and the next next...

Until blood flowed like a river, Lear's eyes still remained steadfast.

Hong…..

The scenes surrounding him finally twisted and then flickered between light and darkness. Lear was back to the trial hall again.

It felt like a century had passed.

Seeing him appear, the noisy trial area suddenly fell as silent as a graveyard. Lear's gaze swept pass. Everyone subconsciously took a step back.

Was this still human?

What level of ruthlessness had to be achieved before he could come out of such a trial?

There was fearful respect in everyone's eyes. Luo Fei rushed over, laughing away: "Boss, congratulations on passing through. I knew it. This type of tricks is just like a small drizzle!"

Lear looked at Luo Fei and smiled. He patted the fatty's shoulders. "Let's go."

Luo Fei nodded and suddenly could not hold back his question. "Boss, what exactly is inside that thing?"

"Nothing more than a dream."

Luo Fei blinked. A dream?

At a side, on the stone of the Soul Trial, naturally, the name The Only One was carved up there. Except, different from the colors of the other names, it was the color of blood, red!

The Only One!

Also, not to say, in the time with Lin Huiyin's company, Wang Zheng was quite peaceful and could easily focus when training. All along, Wang Zheng was too lonely. His parents were not by his side and Old Merchant had disappeared. There was no concept of family in his life and Lin Huiyin was strangely close to him and liked to be affectionate. She really made Wang Zheng feel as though he had a younger sister. Even though the identity of this younger sister was a little scary.

Two days later, Tentacles came back. He had not only returned but also with an invitation card.

Except, the invitation card did not seem to be the main point. He looked around, looking for traces of Huiyin. Wang Zheng finally understood what Tentacles meant. Some of those evil films often would have those tentacle monsters appearing with the bobbing little lolis. This guy was really very wretched.

Regardless of whether Huiyin was just casually speaking or not, he had really brought an invitation card over. Thus Wang Zheng still accepted it.

"Thanks Black bro. You rest assured, I, Tentacles, will never disappoint you. Also I heard that while you can train alone on the disciple level, at the saint level, you need a team. This is even more so if you want to become the saint." Tentacles was very happy seeing Wang Zheng accepting his invitation card.

Wang Zheng nodded. This person knew quite a lot. In this virtual world, actually no one knew each other. Besides, many people still wore masks. At least this Tentacles himself did not wear one.

Generally those wearing masks were most likely cautious of revealing their real identities, Wang Zheng as well. He was not afraid of trouble but he was afraid of causing trouble, especially for the people around him. After chatting with Qiangsen, he felt that this reason this manly guy changed was not because of his own experiences, rather, it was more for the people around him.

He was indifferent if it affected only him but he could not bring down his brothers. Hence he needed to change himself, he needed to become stronger and control fate. This was true strength.

"Black bro, I see that you do not have any battle records yet. You should accumulate some. To advance to the acolyte level, you only need to complete the regular training and then complete 6 trials. Then you have to win 6 out of 10 formal battles."

Suddenly, Tentacles was interested in going to the acolyte level. In the past when he was alone, he felt that going up was no better than him staying comfortably in the disciple level.

Wang Zheng took one look at Tentacles and suddenly understood what he meant. He had seen his level and of course, most likely, he wanted to show Wang Zheng his level as well.

"Sure, let's go to the arena."

Every level had a specialized arena. It was not the random duels by the road but specifically entering a battle area with randomly arranged opponents.

Tentacles was also excited. He finally had the opportunity to show off. He was definitely powerful in the disciple level. You would know when you reached the arena.

He opened his own control bar and chose to enter the levelling duel.

Actually, based on his battle records, Tentacles could already level, but then there was a relatively large group of people like him. These people had already reached the level of leveling up but they did not. Most have taken a look at the higher levels and realized that it was not suitable for them. Their ability was not there yet and rather than go to the higher level maps, it was more comfortable down here.

After all, everyone had different talents, but their presence cause fear to be felt by the average player. At the same time, they piqued quite a bit of interest.