Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

C1680 The Wind Is Blowing



C1680 The Wind Is Blowing

0The Golden Nine-headed Lion was sent flying by the punch, and it fell to the ground like a dead dog.    

    

The emperor of the Ten Thousand Monster Kingdom also flew out and appeared beside Guritoshi. With a gloomy face, he examined the latter's condition.    

    

A moment later, after feeding Gu Li Tuoxi a Medicinal Pill, he directly flew away from where he was with the Nine-headed Lion Heavenly Pride.    

    

From beginning to end, he did not look at Ao Lingchen, nor did he demonstrate his power, nor did he pay attention to him.    

    

It was as if nothing could cause any changes to him.    

    

In fact, they had already thought of any outcome for the emperors of the various sects.    

    

Not to mention suffering a heavy blow, even if the Heavenly Pride they brought with them was killed, they could only break their teeth and swallow it down.    

    

Coming to participate in the Sacred Land Grand Competition, they had long prepared themselves mentally. No matter how angry they were, they could only admit it.    

    

This was the rules, the rules.    

    

Only the Haotian Saint Land would make such a big fuss over the dead Heavenly Pride. It was such a shameless act.    

    

Looking at the broken arena and the Golden Nine-headed Lion that was sent flying by a punch, the people of the Haotian Saint Land who were cheering for Gu Li Tuoxi and asking him to persevere had gloomy expressions on their faces.    

    

They had a feeling that they had been fiercely slapped in the face.    

    

No one had expected that the Heavenly Pride of such a powerful Nine-headed Lion would be defeated so quickly and in such a miserable way.    

    

When they thought about how they had been slapped in the face by Ao Lingchen because of this Nine-headed Lion, many of the disciples of Haotian Saint Land had even insulted Gu Li Tuoxi, thinking that he was just a waste, a waste of their expressions.    

    

These discussions naturally spread to the ears of the disciples from the Ten Thousand Fey Empire. The discussions of the people from the Haotian Saint Land had infuriated the Heavenly Pride disciples from the Ten Thousand Fey Empire.    

    

However, since this was the territory of the Haotian Saint Land, no matter how angry they were in their hearts, they could only endure it with all their might.    

    

They did not want to bring disaster to the Ten Thousand Fey Empire because of their reckless actions, and bring disaster to themselves.    

    

The elder who presided over the competition in the Haotian Saint Land had a gloomy expression, like a gloomy eggplant, looking extremely ugly.    

    

He did not expect that Ao Lingchen would actually be able to win against such a powerful opponent.    

    

This was completely different from what he had expected.    

    

Initially, he thought that Ao Lingchen would be killed by this Golden Nine-headed Lion. Who would have thought that he would be the final victor?    

    

Suppressing the irritation in his heart, the elder in charge of Haotian Saint Land stepped out in the sky in the end and announced that the victor was Ao Lingchen. He had obtained the opportunity to advance.    

    

After announcing the outcome of this battle, the elder in charge of Haotian Saint Land also announced that the competition would be temporarily suspended.    

    

He began to organize people to repair the broken arena.    

    

While the ring was being repaired, the square was also filled with discussions.    

    

Everyone was discussing the exciting battle just now.    

    

Even though the disciples of Haotian Saint Land were filled with anger and hatred towards Ao Lingchen.    

    

However, they were still convinced by the powerful strength that Ao Lingchen had displayed.    

    

They had never thought that the leader of Saint Asura Sect would be so powerful that it was enough to make them fear him.    

    

Thinking back to the battle that erupted just now, recalling the strength of Ao Lingchen's combat strength when he fought with the Golden Nine-headed Lion, everyone could only sigh with emotion.    

    

Ao Lingchen was just too strong. They were thinking if it was Sikong Woohwa of Haotian Saint Land and Xuanyuan Wuyi who had encountered such a powerful Ao Lingchen, would they have a chance of winning? Would they be able to kill this man?    

    

Even though they were full of confidence in the two great Heavenly Prides of the holy land, they couldn't help but be shaken when they saw Ao Lingchen display such a powerful combat strength.    

    

Everyone was looking at how strong the Nine-headed Lion's bloodline was, and how terrifying Gu Litoshi's combat strength was just now.    

    

However, even such a powerful Nine-headed Lion was defeated after using its innate divine ability, source energy, and five different types of power.    

    

Such an outcome made everyone understand that Ao Lingchen was very strong, much stronger than what they had imagined.    

    

The Heavenly Pride of the various sects, the experts who had taken the position of arena master, were all staring at Ao Lingchen, who was talking and laughing with Ao Luoluo.    

    

They were afraid of this person, but at the same time, when they looked at Ao Lingchen, their eyes were filled with fighting spirit.    

    

They also longed to fight a great battle with a powerful Heavenly Pride like Ao Lingchen.    

    

Only a powerful opponent could force them to improve faster and improve faster.    

    

As for the two people from Haotian Saint Land, Sikong Woohwa's eyes were filled with intense killing intent when he looked at Ao Lingchen, as if he only had the intention to kill Ao Lingchen in his heart.    

    

Xuanyuan Wuyi, on the other hand, looked at Ao Lingchen as if he was staring at his prey. His expression was extremely strange as he looked at Ao Lingchen with a smile.    

    

Ao Lingchen ignored the stares from the surrounding people.    

    

He was not afraid of any challenges. To him, no matter who he would encounter in the next round, it would not make much of a difference.    

    

Whether he was strong or weak, Ao Lingchen only had one goal in his heart, and that was to win the championship and obtain the highest glory in the Sacred Land Competition.    

    

Ao Lingchen also wanted to know what kind of choice those people from Haotian Saint Land would make when they saw that the one who won the championship was him, a person who made them want to burn their skin and bones.    

    

Was it the emperor of Haotian Saint Land who killed him in front of everyone, or was it just letting him leave like this?    

    

Ao Lingchen was more inclined towards the former.    

    

Ao Lingchen wasn't the only one who thought this, even Sword Emperor Wusheng thought the same.    

    

In fact, Ao Lingchen knew more about it. He knew that Senior Sword Emperor Wusheng had informed the other emperors of Saint Asura Sect, and they were already making preparations for the trip to Haotian Saint Land.    

    

Once these people from the Haotian Saint Land decided to kill him, those experts from the Saint Asura Sect who came here would attack him. With the Haotian Saint Land as the center of the war, a war between the two major sects would break out.    

    

Although the battlefield was chosen to be the Haotian Saint Land's territory, it would be the only place where the competition would take place. It would be the fuse of the war, and the source of it all. The experts of the Saint Asura Sect preferred to place the battlefield in the nest of their enemies.    

    

No matter how intense the war was, the one who would suffer a serious injury would be the holy land.    

    

Of course, such a choice had its own risks. If one were to fight in the enemy's lair, it would be very easy to be surrounded and killed by more experts. It would also be restricted by the formations they had set up.    

    

However, compared to placing the battlefield in the Saint Asura Sect, they were even more determined to place the battlefield in the Haotian Saint Land.    

    

While the surrounding people were discussing animatedly, the arena in the center of the square was also repaired in a short fifteen minutes with the support of the Sovereign and a large number of True King warriors. Moreover, it was made of the toughest black iron.    

    

It was a ring made entirely of black iron.    

    

The Haotian Saint Land had spent a lot of effort in order to prevent the next big battle from blowing up the arena.    

    

Along with the restoration of the stage, everyone knew that the second battle of the arena competition would also begin.    

    

A golden age confrontation would be carried out under the gazes of everyone, and everyone was looking forward to it!    

    

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