Chapter 0185: What Is His Origin?

Borg is actually a high-level expert in the Sacred Realm!
Originally, with his Qi sea shattered, Borg was considered useless. It was already incredible for Willie and the others that he could recover to the mid-level stage of the Sacred Realm. Now, the high-level strength he displayed shocked them even more!
In the Sacred Realm, advancing to each higher level is extremely difficult, especially as one progresses further. Breaking through from mid-level to high-level is more than ten times harder than breaking through from the initial level to mid-level.
Some mid-level experts in the Sacred Realm take a hundred years, or even several hundred years, to succeed in such a breakthrough!
Yet, in these ten years since he disappeared, Borg managed to make the breakthrough.
Faced with Borg’s sword strike, the burly Conner sensed the breath of death. In a fit of panic and anger, his body flashed blue as it suddenly changed—his entire body turned blue, his legs thickened and lengthened, his upper body muscles swelled, and even his nose, mouth, and face underwent changes. At first glance, he resembled the Ox race of the Orc Empire on the Lu Yuan Continent.
Conner belonged to the Sea Buffalo tribe of the Sea race.
In an instant, Conner swung his giant axe at Borg’s sword attack.
The axe howled through the air, leaving behind trails of motion. The heavy water pressure around them decreased significantly.
At that moment, Willie, Ford, and Red Lily also took action.
Conner was only at the initial level of the Sacred Realm—how could he compete with Borg, who was at the high-level stage? So, the three of them attacked Borg simultaneously as he demonstrated his high-level strength.
Among Willie, Ford, and Red Lily, Ford was the strongest, at the mid-level stage of the Sacred Realm, while Willie and Red Lily were both at the initial level.
Ford wielded a greenish-brown curved sword shaped like a scythe. With one strike, it created countless swirling storms, each shaped like the sword itself, with a cold glint.
However, of the four, Ford was human.
Willie, with his cursed eye disabled, held a long spear. With one strike, it produced numerous blue flashes, displaying considerable power. Compared to the others, Red Lily’s attack seemed “weak.”
Her weapon was the clothes covering her body. Those clothes suddenly lengthened and danced as she moved gracefully, filling the air with red light.
When she attacked, her entire body changed as well—especially at her back, where a tail appeared, resembling that of an imperial fox from the Orc Empire.
Red Lily was a powerful member of the Red Fox tribe of the Sea race.
With their combined attack, they instantly dispelled the threat posed by Borg’s sword strike and even gained the upper hand.
Although Borg was at the high-level stage of the Sacred Realm, they were after all part of the Four Great Sacred Realms.

Fierce battles raged in several sacred realms, and the guards around Tianpeng Island also retreated in terror. As for the pedestrians on the streets, they fled even further away. Tianpeng Island held great strength and prestige in the Eastern Sea region, comparable to some of the top-ranked kingdoms on the Hengyuan Continent. This town was the central settlement of Tianpeng Island, so there were many people from various races coming and going. Among them were some high-ranking sea clan warriors, and even two sacred realm experts. The ordinary people in the town stayed far away, but these powerful warriors watched from a distance. “I never thought anyone would dare kill the young master of Tianpeng Island here and still stay to wait for Ford and the others,” one sacred realm expert exclaimed. Such a thing had never happened before. “I wonder who these people are? Could they be the island guardians of the Blue Whale clan?” another sacred realm expert wondered. He recognized that Klad, standing behind the Yellow Dragon, was from the Blue Whale clan. “That’s unlikely. I heard that only the clan leader Kri is a high-ranking expert in the sacred realm, and those island guardians are only mid- or low-ranking. Even Kri isn’t as strong as this elder,” the first expert added. “Also, which prominent family does that young man belong to? It seems that elder respects him greatly, and those two behind him are also sacred realm experts.” “I don’t know. I can’t guess which human family he’s from. But Bog? That name sounds familiar.” Among the sea clans overseas, there were many powerful warriors. Many high-ranking sacred realm experts from the Hengyuan Continent hid on various islands abroad, becoming elders or guardians of powerful island factions. The other watching warriors also discussed the situation in shock. Of course, those who took pleasure in others’ misfortunes could be found in every corner of every world. Tianpeng Island had run into a real problem this time! Many onlookers secretly hoped that Tianpeng Island would be destroyed. “Young master, shall I go help Bog?” Nat asked, seeing Willy and the others fighting against Bog together, with Bog struggling to hold his ground. The Yellow Dragon pondered for a moment before nodding. Immediately, Nat shouted, took off into the air, and swung his heavy sword at Ford, joining the battle. With Nat’s involvement, Bog’s pressure decreased significantly, while Willy, Conner, and Red Lily faced much greater pressure. A high-ranking expert in the sacred realm, who also possessed some divine powers, easily dealt with three low-ranking sacred realm experts. Soon, under Bog’s attacks, Willy, Conner, and Red Lily were forced to retreat step by step, in dire straits.

Nate fought against Ford, both being at the Middle Sanctuary level. Yet to everyone’s surprise, Ford was battered by Nate’s attacks in a manner similar to what had happened to Willie and the others—being thoroughly defeated by Nate, who was also at the Middle Sanctuary level. On several occasions, Ford was even on the verge of being sliced in half by Nate’s sword.

Compared to the others’ shock, Ford’s heart could only be described as filled with terror. Because his opponent, despite being only at the Middle Sanctuary level, possessed an attack power that was no weaker than that of higher Sanctuary-level fighters—no, it was even stronger than that of ordinary higher Sanctuary-level warriors. Some of his attack skills were things Ford had never even seen before. How could someone at the Middle Sanctuary level be so powerful?

He had once fought against their island lord, Romon, who was also a higher Sanctuary-level warrior and practiced a lightning-based law with great offensive power. Yet even he hadn’t been able to push Ford to this extent. After all, Ford was the second-strongest person on Tianpeng Island. Several times, if it weren’t for some concealment techniques he had mastered over the centuries, he would have been killed long ago.

During the fight, Nate was also somewhat surprised. On a few occasions, he was close to killing his opponent, but the other party somehow managed to dodge using some unknown movement technique.

Standing in the air, Yellow Dragon did not intervene but watched the fierce battle in the distance with a calm expression. Gusta also stayed back, showing surprise on his somewhat plump face as he watched Ford escape Nate’s attacks time and time again.

Klad stood behind Yellow Dragon, his face a mix of shock, excitement, and tension. Clenching his fists, he spoke incoherently. Sometimes, when he saw Ford about to be slain by Nate, he would shout, “Kill him!” as if he were Nate himself, about to defeat a Middle Sanctuary-level warrior. But whenever Ford managed to dodge, Klad would sigh in disappointment and regret.

Amidst the intense battles fought by Bog and the others, the buildings around the town collapsed and shattered. Sword marks were everywhere, and deep pits appeared throughout the streets. At a glance, it was all in ruins. Dust filled the air, creating a unique scene under the moonlight of the night.

The patrol guards of Tianpeng Island kept arriving from various parts of the island at the sound of the battle. There were already no less than a hundred thousand of them in the distance, and most of these guards’ squad leaders were high-level warriors—level seven, eight, or even nine. This alone showed the strength of Tianpeng Island.

These guards gathered around, not daring to act rashly. However, when they saw Ford’s protectors in danger, some squad leaders grew anxious, standing together and discussing what to do. But since this was a battle between Sanctuary-level warriors, they could only watch helplessly.

Of course, many guard captains agreed to seek support from various forces surrounding the sea tribes. Suddenly, at that moment, a scream rang out. Everyone was shocked. They saw that the burly Konra had been struck by Borg’s sword, flying backward, his blue body covered in blue blood, his arms drifting in mid-air. Even the strongest warriors of the Holy Land could not regrow their severed arms; not even the higher gods who practiced the laws of light could help, unless it was the God of Light. It could be said that Konra was now disabled. With Konra’s arms severed, Willie, Red Lily, and Ford were shocked. “Konra!” Their faces turned pale, as if they saw their own fate reflected in Konra’s situation. After severing Konra’s arms, Borg saw the panicked expressions on Willie and Red Lily’s faces and sneered, “This is just the beginning!” With that, he dashed forward in a flash. “Thousand Blades!” With a single sword strike, Borg unleashed a thousand streams of sword energy, each layer building upon the last, converging together before rushing at Red Lily in an instant. This technique was part of Borg’s mastery over the water element—like the ocean, with waves stacking upon each other. Red Lily turned her gaze from Konra’s flying body and saw Borg’s sword coming toward her; terror filled her beautiful face. “Borg, even if I die, I’ll die holding you!” she screamed fiercely, her face twisted in panic. Suddenly, countless fox tails appeared all over her body. “Fox Tail Disintegration!” These tails flew away from her body, carrying a scent of red foxes, and shot toward Borg. As they approached him, they shattered into a blood rain that engulfed him. When Borg’s sword energy passed through those tails and struck Red Lily, the blood rain also reached about ten meters in front of Borg. Seeing Borg in danger, Gusta was about to intervene when the Yellow Dragon’s voice came through: “No need.” Although Red Lily’s desperate attack seemed powerful, it was only at the beginner level of the Holy Land and could not harm Borg, who possessed protective artifacts given by the Yellow Dragon. As soon as the Yellow Dragon’s voice faded, a purple glow appeared on Borg’s body, followed by the emergence of a robe. A purple aura spun around it, blocking the blood rain several meters away.