Without saying a word, Xu Hao immediately sent out a distress signal.
A dazzling beam of light shot into the sky, and a beautiful flower shone brightly in the air, with the character "武" (martial arts) on it.
Seeing this scene further confirmed everyone's previous judgment.
"The Martial Emperor has really lost, lost to the young man before him, my God."
"No matter who this person is, from today onwards he is my idol."
When the distress signal was sent, Xu Yiming's eyes showed no joy, but rather a sense of worry, as he knew exactly what it meant.
Qin Feng's formidable strength not only exceeded his expectations but also his father's.
Even if Qin Feng is punished afterward, his father will not forgive him easily.
Xu Yiming knew Xu Hao's temperament very well.
Xu Yiming looked at Qin Feng and felt a pang of bitterness in his heart. It would be a lie to say he didn't regret it. Why did he provoke Qin Feng in the first place? And he was incredibly foolish to force Qin Feng out.
Even after sending out a distress signal, Xu Hao remained vigilant, his eyes fixed on Qin Feng, as if afraid that he might be killed by Qin Feng if he wasn't careful.
Zhou Jian and the others were very excited. If Qin Feng won, then no one in the Southern Region would dare to bully the Heavenly Sword Sect in the future.
Qin Feng is a guest elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect!
Qin Feng glanced at the beautiful signal flower with a blank expression, having no interest in what Xu Yiming and his son were thinking.
He now has only one thought: to resolve this matter quickly and let everyone know the consequences of provoking him.
Qin Feng's figure flashed, and his ghostly movements made Xu Hao break out in a cold sweat, and shocked everyone present.
Xu Hao knew his time was running out, and all he could do was pray, "Hurry up and let the King of Hell come."
Qin Feng's movements were swift and direct, a simple and unremarkable sword thrust that sent a chill down Xu Hao's spine.
Xu Hao had already experienced Qin Feng's prowess firsthand; Qin Feng's moves felt very strange to him.
Without careful observation, one cannot discern the true power of Qin Feng's moves from their surface appearance and imposing presence.
It only during confrontations and contact that it suddenly gives you a shock, which makes Xu Hao feel mentally exhausted.
Xu Hao dared not slack off. His best course of action was to go all out, even if it meant being a little tired, at least it would be safer.
Qin Feng's five-colored sword, imbued with sword energy and gleam, pierced straight at Xu Hao.
Xu Hao's face was contorted with rage. He gripped the halberd tightly with both hands and, with a furious roar, thrust it out with tremendous force.
On one side, Qin Feng was relaxed and carefree, while on the other side, Xu Hao was hysterical. This stark contrast did not seem unreasonable to anyone in this situation.
Everyone had witnessed Qin Feng's strength and knew that this young man, who didn't look very old, possessed skills far superior to those of his peers.
A glint of cold light flashed in Qin Feng's eyes, and then his sword flashed like a dragon.
The sword energy arrived first, followed closely by the precious sword, and a series of killing moves were executed with ease.
This effortless attack drew admiration from the spectator, the old Taoist Qingchen.
Xu Hao, however, felt completely different when facing Qin Feng; it was a sense of danger that sent chills down his spine.
Qin Feng's sword energy arrived first, clashing with Xu Hao's halberd.
Bang.
The explosive sound reverberated throughout the venue.
Xu Hao was so shocked that he staggered backward, and this time he even coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Before Xu Hao could recover, Qin Feng's figure in his pupils grew larger and larger, and Qin Feng's five-colored sword shone with a dazzling cold light.
Xu Hao was horrified. A sense of despair, as if he were about to die, overwhelmed him. He felt a surge of regret and resentment.
His mind began to replay his life, how magnificent and glorious it had been, and how he was about to perish here today.
At this critical moment, a long spear came flying through the air, aiming straight for Qin Feng's face.
Qin Feng frowned. If he insisted on ending Xu Hao's life, he would also be seriously injured. After a brief moment of consideration, he turned the sword that was about to be thrust at Xu Hao towards the flying silver spear.
Clang.
A metallic clang, seemingly piercing everyone's eardrums, resounded throughout the entire world.
Qin Feng was forced to retreat repeatedly by this sudden attack.
At the same time, he made a judgment about the strength of the newcomer; this was a peak Emperor Realm expert, just like Xiao Tianhuang.
If he wasn't mistaken, this person was the one Xu Hao was rescuing, and also the Yama Emperor of the Tianchi Dynasty.
Qin Feng didn't attack this time; he was a little worried. This person was very strong.
He guessed that this person must have been paying attention to the situation here for a long time, otherwise it would have been impossible for them to arrive in such a short time.
Qin Feng guessed that even if Xu Hao hadn't sent a distress signal, this person would still have appeared.
A man wearing a golden crown and a golden dragon robe appeared before everyone.
This man had a dignified expression, exuding authority without anger, and his aura of a superior commanded respect.
When Xu Hao saw the man appear, he knew he was saved. Even so, his back was soaked with sweat, and he collapsed to the ground without even having time to say hello.
The feeling of death that Qin Feng gave him just now was so real that even Xu Hao, a Martial Emperor who had been through many battles, felt powerless and weak.
Upon seeing the visitor, Xu Yiming immediately bowed and said, "Yiming greets Uncle Yan."
Yuan Yun and the others also bowed and said, "Greetings, Emperor Yama."
Yan Huang nodded slightly, glanced at Xu Hao, and seeing that he was alright, he swept his gaze around the entire room. Those whose gazes fell upon him all lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.
He was a little surprised to see the old Taoist priest Qingchen. He nodded to the old priest as a greeting.
The old Taoist priest smiled slightly, showing no intention of intervening for the time being.
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