Snap!

Zi Chehun, who was sitting upright, instantly crushed the teacup in his hand, his face slightly distorted.

Yan Xiong also had bulging veins on his neck and a hint of blood in his eyes!

Situ Xianghe, this smiling tiger-like pulse master, was also gnashing his teeth!

Dead!

All dead!

The five holy envoys who were selected from their three major sects to protect the way!

The five most outstanding members of the new generation, except for Luo Cang, are now all dead!

and!

Without exception, all of them died at the hands of Ye Wuque.

In the end, he just took action but did not kill anyone.

It is no exaggeration to say that Ye Wuque alone destroyed the future backbone of their three major clans, and even the geniuses who had the potential to become clan masters.

It's like cutting off their retreat!

It directly turned into a period of transition.

How big is this hatred?

The three main vein masters naturally wanted to eat his flesh alive, peel off his skin, pull out his tendons, grind his bones and scatter his ashes.

Even if this is a life-or-death selection, it is bound to happen within the rules.

In this world, some people are just like this. They can only take advantage of others and kill them. When it is their turn, they cannot accept it and must retaliate until they die!

However.

Ye Wuque on the ancient battlefield didn't care at all about the murderous gazes of the three clan leaders below, and didn't even look at them.

After scanning the crowd, he looked at the remaining three contestants.

Zi Che Yong!

Yan Xinghai!

Xuan Yifeng!

Zi Che Yong was in a daze, as if he had not yet recovered from Zi Che Xiao's sudden death. His eyes were out of focus and he felt as if his dream had been shattered.

Yan Xinghai...

Tears falling like rain!

His teeth were chattering, his body was shaking constantly, and he stared up at Ye Wuque on the ancient battlefield. His eyes were already bloodshot, filled with endless hatred and fear!

Talk about the galaxy.

This is his biological brother from the same mother!

He is gifted beyond compare and a prodigy in the way of swordsmanship. He is destined to be the top figure of the Yan family in the future!

But now he is dead!

And there is no body left!

How could he not be heartbroken and miserable?

Xuan Yifeng...

At this moment, he was surprisingly calm. He just stood there with an expressionless face, as if Ling Feng's death was not a big blow to him.

There was only a flicker of light in his eyes, which seemed to carry a sense of regret.

With the death of the three great holy envoys, it means that these three selectors have almost completely lost hope.

unless……

"Who among you three will go next?"

On the ancient battlefield, Ye Wuque, who was standing with his hands behind his back, spoke in a faint voice again, breaking the dead silence between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, the creatures from the five major veins dared to raise their heads and look at the three selected candidates, Zi Che Yong!

According to the rules of the final level arena battle.

If the Holy Protector dies, then as a selector, he is also eligible to participate in the ring battle. As long as he can defeat all opponents, he is still qualified to become the ultimate great holy master.

During the entire process, Lord Diaozu never spoke a word and just watched Ye Wuque kill Yan Xinghe and Ling Feng. This meant that Ye Wuque really did not violate any rules and he agreed with what Ye Wuque was doing at the time.

Now, Ye Wuque spoke up. The question was, these three remaining candidates...

Do you dare to come up?

Zi Che Yong, who had been in a daze, seemed to finally wake up because of Ye Wuque's indifferent words.

He looked at Ye Wuque on the ancient battlefield with a condescending and indifferent look. His already pale face turned pale instantly. He lowered his head without any hesitation, and a hoarse and trembling voice sounded.

"I...give up!"

After saying this, Zi Che Yong left without looking back.

Immediately afterwards, Xuan Yifeng's voice was heard.

"I give up too."

Xuan Yifeng, who had the calmest expression, also gave up in a calm tone at this moment.

But he looked at Ye Wuque deeply, and did not turn around and leave like Zi Che Yong. Instead, he just stepped aside.

Although he lost the chance to become the "Great Holy Lord", he still seemed to want to see the final result.

Of the three selected candidates, two have already given up.

There is only one Yan Xinghai left.

He still stood there stubbornly, his blood-red eyes fixed on Ye Wuque, his gaze seemed to be choosing someone to devour!

But when Ye Wuque's indifferent gaze fell on him, the moment they met eyes...

Yan Xinghai's body trembled violently!

He lowered his head subconsciously!

He is scared!

Scared!

Endless chill and fear of death exploded in his heart, instantly overwhelming the pain of his brother's death and the boundless hatred for Ye Wuque!

Yan Xinghai clenched his fists tightly!

He discovered his final emotions and mentality, and at this moment he hated himself immensely.

However, he couldn't open his mouth to shout "I want to avenge my brother", and instead he finally said...

"I...give up..."

A faint, trembling sound like a mosquito or fly fell from Yan Xinghai's mouth. In an instant, he turned into a stream of light and disappeared in a flash without even looking back.

Three selected candidates!

At this point, everyone gave up the opportunity to challenge on stage.

This means that out of the seven teams participating in the Saint selection, only the last two teams are still qualified.

As soon as this thought came to mind, the entire sacrificial square became quiet again.

The gazes of all the creatures from the five major veins began to dart back and forth between the two figures!

One is that on the ancient battlefield, there was a ferocious and powerful person who single-handedly killed almost all the outsiders who protected the Holy Envoys... Ye Wuque!

And the other one...

Before this, the now recognized peak existence among the five great gods, the incomparable invincible one who had never been defeated... The end of the "God of War"!

These two people.

One is a fierce dragon crossing the river!

One of them is a powerful local leader!

Now, there are only two of them left.

The final showdown seems to be finally about to begin.

"The End..."

"What are you waiting for?"

Ye Wuque's faint voice finally rang out again.

Inside the sacrificial square.

The fear and terror in the hearts of the five major veins creatures were immediately replaced by excitement, anticipation, and restlessness because of Ye Wuque's words.

I saw the end who had been standing quietly, and now a gentle smile appeared on his calm and handsome face.

He looked at Ye Wuque on the ancient battlefield, without saying much, just took a step forward, and in a flash, he arrived at the ancient battlefield.

Zhong Ling, who was sitting off the field, had a tense face as she stared at her brother. There was worry in her beautiful eyes, but more of it was an absolute trust.

"Brother, you will definitely win!"

On the ancient battlefield.

Ye Wuque and Zhong Mo were facing each other from afar.

The whole world became quiet again, and all living beings stared intently, not even willing to blink, for fear of missing any wonderful moment.

"In fact, from the moment I met you, I had a hunch that you would be the biggest stumbling block and obstacle before Ling'er ascends to the throne of the Holy Lord."

"Ye Wuque!"

"You are also the only opponent worthy of my seriousness."

The final voice sounded first, very peaceful, with a hint of smile.

He seemed to be chatting about family matters, without any arrogance, but the sense of matter-of-factness in his tone was not concealed.

The momentum of the end is not overbearing, but it seems to carry infinite heaviness and vastness, making people tremble in their hearts.

Ye Wuque remained calm when he heard Zhongmo's words.

He just looked at the end with a bright and deep gaze, and gave a faint response, as if he finally had a hint of expectation.

"They don't even have the qualifications to please me."

"I hope you are now..."

“Don’t let me down.”

"Okay?"

"The end of 'Martial God'."