Transmigrating to a fantasy world, Lu Che became the Saint Son of the Myriad Laws Sword Sect and the Ninth Prince of the Great Yu Divine Dynasty! His status seemed lofty, but in reality, he was in ...
"How, how could this happen?!!"
at the same time.
In the viewing area of the five forces, gasps were heard from the four leaders' seats at the same time.
The compass in the hands of the leader of the Huanling Sect fell to the ground with a clang, the knuckles of the Shadow Demon Palace leader turned white as he gripped the skull, and the head of the Cangyan Mountain stood up suddenly, causing the seat behind him to creak harshly.
But at this moment, no one cared about these trivial details. Instead, they stared in shock at the body of Zhao Huachi who was kicked down from the bottom of the No. 5 ring, their pupils suddenly shrinking!
“Hiss!! How is this possible?!”
"The Holy Son of Piaomiao Immortal Mansion was actually defeated? Where did this girl get such strength?!"
"Damn it!! Is this the trump card that Dayu is hiding?!"
"This old bastard, Emperor Wu, is so insidious!!!"
The six great rivals were full of confidence, but an accident occurred on the fifth ring, and the result was extremely shocking!
At this moment, the leaders of the four major forces were all shocked and cried out in surprise subconsciously.
The reason why only four people spoke up was...
That was because the Lord of Piaomiao Immortal Mansion, Chen Jingsheng, was still standing there in a daze, and had not recovered from the reality of Zhao Huachi's death!
The moment Zhao Huachi was crushed by the blood-colored crescent moon, he felt a bang in his brain, which suddenly became blank. The corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and he didn't even notice Shao Cheng's cold snort.
It was not until Ye Lingjun kicked the corpse off the ring, and the bright red blood splattered the ground, that he finally reacted.
Then, his eyes instantly glared out, and he let out a heart-wrenching roar:
"No--!!"
Chen Jingsheng staggered to the edge of the stands, and his wide sleeves embroidered with gold-thread cloud patterns swept the tea set off the table.
He clung to the railing tightly, unaware of the bloody cuts on his knuckles from the metal edge, and his red eyes were almost spitting fire.
"Chi'er!!! My Chi'er!!!"
The roar was deafening, like the sound of crying blood, containing endless sorrow!
At this moment, Chen Jingsheng's eyes were red and his face was full of sadness!
Zhao Huachi, that was the top-level genius cultivated by their Piaomiao Immortal Palace with decades of hard work. He was the most powerful Saint Son among the many disciples, and also his heir. He was the hope for the future of the entire Piaomiao Immortal Palace!!!
But now, everything is gone!!
When Zhao Huachi died, everything was gone!!!
The Son of God, who had cost countless resources and placed endless hopes on him, was killed on the spot right in front of him!
How could he not be angry, how could he not be extremely sad? !
His voice was hoarse from extreme grief and anger, and his neck, with bulging veins, trembled constantly.
The next moment, his crimson eyes suddenly revealed endless hatred and murderous intent, and he looked towards Ye Lingjun on the ring!
"Kill her! Kill that bitch for me!!"
"I will tear her tendons and bones apart, and grind her bones into ashes!!"
His tear-stained face was filled with overwhelming hatred, like a ferocious beast whose cubs had been killed.
Crazy and resentful!
Zhao Huachi is dead, and he must let Ye Lingjun be buried with him! !
"Shut up!"
“It’s so noisy!!”
Just then.
Shao Cheng, a disciple of the Holy Land, slammed his folding fan on the table, causing the black iron surface to explode. The flying debris brushed past Chen Jingsheng's ears, stopping his shrill roar abruptly.
"You're not as skilled as others, yet you're still crying?"
"He's dead, so what's the point of making a fuss?!"
Facing Shao Cheng's angry rebuke, Chen Jingsheng gritted his teeth, whimpered like a trapped beast in his throat, and dug his nails deep into his palms, but he didn't dare to utter even a word of rebuttal.
However, the murderous intent in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest!
Zhao Huachi was his heir who was raised by him personally. Now that his body is still warm, how can he let this blood feud go?
Shao Cheng actually knew this too.
After stopping Chen Jingsheng's roar, he glanced at the other four leaders of the four factions, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly:
"Since this woman is on Dayu's side, she is an enemy of the Holy Land."
"She must die!!"
"Everyone, have your disciples go all out to kill her and avenge the Immortal Palace Saint Son!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the four leaders instantly became excited.
Straighten your backs and shout in unison:
"Please don't worry, sir! That girl has no chance of survival!"
After he finished speaking, Xu Ling, the leader of the Huanling Sect, stood up suddenly, his spiritual energy surging, and he shouted coldly at the Huanling Sect Taoist on the fourth stage:
"Take action immediately and kill that girl. Don't delay the Holy Land's plan!"
Upon hearing this, Daozi of Huanling Sect immediately nodded heavily.
"clear!"
In an instant, his robes moved without wind, and the phantom pattern on his forehead glowed with a strange red light. His sinister eyes stared at Ye Lingjun, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, with murderous intent that was shocking!
…
boom--!!!
At this moment, after receiving the order from the sect leader, Daozi of Huanling Sect did not hesitate at all.
With a cold light flashing in his eyes, the spiritual energy around him exploded like a volcano!
Different from the last battle against Dayu Tianjiao.
This time, he didn't dare to be careless at all.
After all, the fact that Ye Lingjun could kill the Holy Son of Piaomiao Immortal Mansion was enough to show that her strength should not be underestimated!
Therefore, he gave it his all every time he made a move!
The might of the immortal realm on land surged out, and as the dazzling divine light bloomed, a three-meter-tall shadow appeared behind him. Nine spiritual patterns were wrapped around him like chains, making a harsh buzzing sound.
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