"Kill these bastards!"
Inside Misty City, thousands of auras erupted at this moment. They didn't dare to fight back before because they were no match for each other and there was no high-end combat power to cover them.
But now that Long Ming and others are present, the situation is completely different.
'boom--!'
Countless spiritual energies surged directly into the space, and the pressure of the Immortal Emperor realm appeared in an instant, causing the entire world to tremble.
This is the first time in tens of thousands of years that the Qingxuan Continent has experienced a war of such scale.
"Your opponent is me."
Above the sky, Long Ming's gaze fell on Xue Wuzhou, even though there were several other Immortal Emperors at the peak of their realms.
However, he could sense that Xue Wuzhou was the strongest among them.
As the only Supreme Elder of the Black Dragon Clan, it was naturally his responsibility to deal with such an issue.
After spending just a few days in the Misty Sect, Long Ming was able to fully understand why the elders in the sects that destroyed curses were so terrifyingly powerful.
Even among those in the same realm, it is in a class of its own.
Leaving aside other spiritual liquids and pills, the Enlightenment Tea, which even elders can freely pick, is something that no one in the entire Desolate Great World, let alone the entire Divine Great World, can surpass.
Now I understand where the Misty Sect's confidence in arranging the path to godhood comes from!
This is the vision. Long Ming knew very well that the Misty Sect would definitely go to the Upper World in the future.
Therefore, whether for his own sake or for the sake of the Black Dragon Clan, he must hold on tightly to the Misty Sect's great ship.
"Do you even deserve it?"
A hint of disdain flashed in Xue Wuzhou's eyes, and his blood spirit suddenly erupted, creating a vast sea of blood that enveloped the entire sky.
The strong smell of blood filled the air.
Under the condensation of the Blood Spirit, a huge phantom is constantly materializing.
His demonic form made him seem like a true ancient blood god.
He wields a weapon made of blood spirit.
With a mere wave of his hand, countless streams of crimson light fell from the sky, heading straight towards Long Ming's location.
Feeling the immense pressure around him, Long Ming simply shook his head. With such limited abilities, he couldn't even compare to a single hair of that person.
And they dare to look down on their entire barbaric world?
"I'm really curious, who gave you, you piece of trash, the courage?"
The words had barely left his mouth.
A dragon's roar shook the heavens...
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