Xiongba's voice was not loud, but it was extremely clear in this extremely chaotic battlefield with all kinds of strong energy and deafening sounds of fighting.

This feeling is like a voice that suddenly comes to mind in a deserted place.

This voice sounded from the soul.

Hearing the familiar voice, the masters of the Tianxiahui took a few steps back and stopped attacking as if they had received a unified order.

This action made the masters of the Central Plains martial arts world somewhat confused.

You know, at this moment, these people from the Tianxiahui have already gained the advantage.

If they continue to take action, they will suffer heavy losses.

That advantage will be like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger, and they will soon be unable to bear it.

But they gave up the advantage they had worked so hard to build up and retreated to the side, allowing them to recover.

Why is this action happening?

Is it because of the person who spoke?

But no matter what, everyone in the Central Plains martial arts world got a moment of rest.

No one dared to delay and quickly gathered together, took a short break, and took the healing pills.

Afterwards, he stared at Qin Shuang and others vigilantly, ready for battle, worried that they would attack again.

However, their attention was attracted by a middle-aged man who was slowly walking towards them.

The middle-aged man had a broad face, sword-like eyebrows that slanted into his temples, and a straight nose that looked like it was cut by a knife.

Her thick black hair swayed in the wind.

With his hands behind his back, he walked towards them step by step.

The speed is not fast, but every step exudes an awe-inspiring dominance.

It seemed as if the world was under his control.

"Boss." When Qin Shuang and others saw Xiong Ba, they immediately bowed down and made way for him.

Xiongba looked at Qin Shuang, nodded slightly, and said, "Well done, but I haven't exercised for a long time.

I just happened to hear these words, and I wanted to see what strength these people have. "

As he spoke, his eyes turned to the Central Plains Wulin and others.

The people from the Central Plains martial arts world who were originally looking at Xiongba suddenly felt Xiongba's gaze coming straight at them.

It felt like being stared at by a ferocious beast, a kind of trembling feeling that came from the soul.

It was as if they were not the same creature at all, and the person in front of him was his natural enemy.

Fear, depression, and that feeling of powerlessness.

Most of the supreme grandmasters here have been to besiege the Blood Demon.

Even though they were no match for the Blood Demon, they would never forget this feeling.

They had never thought that this kind of aura could appear on a person.

Xiongba did not hide his aura, nor did he show off his aura.

No matter what, these people in front of him didn't seem worth his attention.

But just the faint aura made them understand who the person in front of them was.

"Heavenly man!"

No one spoke, but they all thought of this existence.

Only such an existence could suppress so many supreme grandmasters with just his aura.

Only this kind of existence can make them feel irresistible.

"How is this possible?" At this moment, everyone had lost their original momentum and didn't know what to do for a moment.

Escape? Could they escape? How could they possibly escape from the hands of the Celestial Being?

Those who thought of this were already feeling somewhat desperate.

However, when the leader of Guxuan Sect saw Xiongba, he was stunned for a moment, but he immediately reacted.

He quickly bowed and said, "Hello, senior. There may be some misunderstanding between us.

I beg for your forgiveness, senior. I beg for your forgiveness, senior.

We are just following orders and have no conflict with your gang.

There is no hatred between the Yan family and the Ming Cult.

Please forgive me, Senior. We will leave immediately."

"Leave?" Xiongba seemed to have heard something funny.

He stared at the Central Plains martial artists in front of him who were as silent as a cicada and shook his head:

"Can't you hear what my eldest disciple said?

The martial arts world has been without a master for too long now, and it is extremely boring.

There is no way that the imperial court can control the martial arts world.

This old man just wants to sit on the position of the leader of the martial arts world.

Surrender or die, I ask you again, I don't want to hear anything else."

Xiongba's words completely blocked his retreat, but the leader of Guxuan Sect breathed a deep breath.

Thinking of the powerful person behind the Eighth Prince, he felt a little more confident.

"Senior, we are following His Majesty's orders, so please show some mercy.

if......."

Before he could finish his words, Xiongba flicked his fingers slightly.

A stream of air seemed to penetrate the space and hit the head of the leader of Guxuan Sect directly.

As if being struck by some tremendous force, the head of the Guxuan Sect's leader immediately turned into a ball of blood mist.

The headless body plummeted to the ground.

He never expected that Xiongba would act so decisively. Even if he was a celestial being, it was impossible for him to completely ignore the imperial court.

You must know that there is a powerful celestial being in seclusion in the court, not to mention the dragon vein in the royal family.

That was a power beyond the reach of even the gods. Wasn't the man in front of him afraid of that? Why did he attack directly?

Perhaps the celestial beings who appeared in the Central Plains martial arts world were too upright, such as the Wudang Zhenjun.

Perhaps there are no celestial beings in the Central Plains martial arts world.

These supreme grandmasters have been reigning supreme for too long, and they know how powerful the celestial beings are.

But their reverence for the gods is not enough, far from enough.

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