Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

A terrifying fluctuation was unleashed from Haotian Saint Lord's body like a tsunami. A monstrous killing intent swept across the heavens and earth, sweeping towards Sword Emperor Wusheng and Ao Lingchen.    

The violent killing intent hit Sword Emperor Wusheng, causing him to feel as if he had just suffered a serious injury. He spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered backwards while roaring.    

At the same time, the Wusheng Sword in his hand released a bright sword light. Tens of thousands of sword light rushed out, turning into a huge Sword Formation that blocked all directions. It blocked in front of Ao Lingchen, blocking this terrifying force for him.    

Sword Emperor Wusheng knew very well that if he didn't defend Ao Lingchen from the attack of Haotian Saint Lord's Qi, this killing intent would be enough to kill Ao Lingchen on the spot.    

Being able to severely injure a peak Emperor like him, no matter how much Sword Emperor Wusheng looked at Ao Lingchen, he didn't think that Ao Lingchen could withstand this Qi.    

At this moment, Sword Emperor Wusheng understood what Haotian Saint Lord was thinking. He really wanted to ignore all the rules, the bottom line, and attack them in front of all the sovereigns.    

A monstrous killing intent erupted from Haotian Saint Lord's body, causing the heaven and earth to tremble.    

All the emperors looked at Haotian Saint Lord with a fearful expression, and their eyes were filled with heaviness.    

They were also thinking about one thing. Could it be that Haotian Saint Lord really wanted to go against the will of the heavens and ignore the rules set by all the sects at the same time?    

Could it be that he really wanted to attack Sword Emperor Wusheng and the others?    

They were naturally not worried about Sword Emperor Wusheng's safety. Instead, they were thinking of another matter, a matter that concerned them.    

Haotian Saint Lord was able to attack Sword Emperor Wusheng because of this. If there was something that made this Sacred Lord unhappy, would he also be killed by Haotian Saint Lord?    

No one could guarantee that such a thing wouldn't happen. After all, such a thing would happen once or twice.    

Sword Emperor Wusheng also looked at Haotian Saint Lord with a serious expression. Initially, he wanted to use this opportunity to provoke Haotian Saint Lord. He thought that Haotian Saint Lord would not trample the bottom line that they had set because of the dignity of the various sects and Haotian Saint Lord.    

But now, it seemed like Haotian Saint Lord didn't intend to do so. It seemed like he really wanted to make a move.    

Sword Emperor Wusheng's face turned paler and paler as he resisted the tremendous pressure from Haotian Saint Lord.    

Powerful Yuan Qi surged within his body, blocking the pressure that was coming towards him.    

He clenched his right hand tightly, ready to attack at any time.    

He knew that once Haotian Saint Lord chose to attack, he would have to use his sword to defend against his opponent at the first possible moment, in order to avoid being killed by this guy.    

Ao Lingchen also stared at Haotian Saint Lord with a serious expression.    

He didn't expect that Haotian Saint Lord would really attack him.    

Although the pressure didn't hit his body, from Sword Emperor Wusheng's action and his increasingly pale face, Ao Lingchen knew what kind of fierce attack Sword Emperor Wusheng was currently enduring.    

At the same time, he could also feel Haotian Saint Lord's power and dominance.    

Haotian Saint Lord looked at Sword Emperor Wusheng coldly. Numerous star silhouettes appeared beside him, accompanying him.    

These sparkling stars were like the stars in the sky, constantly crushing the sword Qi that Sword Emperor Wusheng unleashed.    

In order to resist the impact of the stars, Sword Emperor Wusheng raised the strength in his body to the maximum before he could resist it. All the sword Qi was like paper in front of the stars, being torn apart.    

These shadows made Haotian Saint Lord's expression freeze. He felt a strong threat and uneasiness.    

Before Haotian Saint Lord could truly attack, Sword Emperor Wusheng had already felt the threat of death.    

This was the difference between him and a Martial Lord. There was no comparison between the two.    

"Is this how Jiang Chengzi taught his disciple?"    

Haotian Saint Lord's eyes were cold. Not only did the surging aura on his body not dissipate because of that, it became even more vigorous, crushing toward Sword Emperor Wusheng.    

He wanted to teach this ignorant junior a lesson, to let him know what it meant to not offend a king.    

The crushing pressure was like the falling sky, causing Sword Emperor Wusheng's arms to feel numb and he couldn't hold the Wusheng Sword in his hand.    

The Wusheng Sword that was once like his arm was now heavier than ten thousand kilograms. That weight made him feel as if he couldn't withstand it.    

"What a powerful pressure!"    

Sword Emperor Wusheng's pupils suddenly contracted. He looked at the person in front of him and felt as if he was an ant.    

The Wusheng Sword that had been tempered a hundred times might be able to withstand this powerful pressure, but he couldn't bear it anymore. This kind of change frightened Sword Emperor Wusheng.    

He deeply understood the gap between him and a Mighty Martial Ruler.    

Right at this moment, a powerful force erupted from Haotian Saint Lord's body.    

This powerful force sent Sword Emperor Wusheng flying on the spot.    

At the same time that he was sent flying, a bone cracking sound was heard from Sword Emperor Wusheng's body.    

Blood flowed out from his mouth and nose, and blood flowed out from his seven orifices.    

The pressure exerted by Haotian Saint Lord was so strong that even someone as strong as Sword Emperor Wusheng couldn't withstand it. He spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and his body was sent flying. His blood dyed the sky red, and the Wusheng Sword in his hand almost couldn't hold on any longer.    

Sword Emperor Wusheng, who had just unleashed his divine might and was incomparably powerful, was now like a weak little chicken in front of Haotian Saint Lord.    

It was as if he could easily suppress ___ with just a raise of his hand and a lift of his foot.    

"This is a small lesson to you for disrespecting the Original Body just now."    

Haotian Saint Lord said coldly.    

"No matter how strong an Emperor is, no matter how close he is to a Martial Ruler, he is still not a Martial Ruler. A Martial Ruler is an undefeatable legend in front of a cultivator below the Martial Lord realm. Unfortunately, no one who has truly stepped into the Stage of Martial Ruler will ever be able to experience it."    

Haotian Saint Lord's eyes were filled with contempt. He did not put Sword Emperor Wusheng in his eyes at all.    

In the distant sky, everyone was shocked. Their moods were different, and they discussed in low voices.    

They were also deeply hurt by Haotian Saint Lord's words, and felt a heavy blow to their hearts.    

That's right. No matter how close a Martial Emperor warrior was to a Stage of Martial Ruler warrior, he was only a Martial Emperor warrior. How could an ant compete with an elephant?    

Seeing the Divine Lord unleash his divine might, the many emperors of Haotian Saint Land revealed their killing intent. They looked at Sword Emperor Wusheng and Ao Lingchen, and wished they could kill them.    

This was their territory. No matter what Old Yan did, he was still one of them.    

Furthermore, he was a Heavenly Pride Emperor with boundless potential that could suppress all his peers. Even if he couldn't become a Martial Ruler in the future, he would at least be a peak Martial Emperor existence.    

Such a Heavenly Pride was the foundation of their future. How could they not be furious that it had fallen just like that?    

Everyone was staring at Haotian Saint Lord, as if they were waiting for him to make his move.    

Everyone wanted to know if Haotian Saint Lord would attack him regardless of the bottom line.    

Just as everyone was waiting for Haotian Saint Lord.    

Haotian Saint Lord moved.    

Surprisingly, he didn't attack Sword Emperor Wusheng anymore. Instead, he turned around and left in the sky.    

"The Sacred Land competition is about to begin. Bring your people to the square."    

"Today's farce will end here first."    

"After the competition, I will find Jiang Chengzi to settle all of this."    

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