"Jiang Tian, forget it!"
Zhao Xueqing couldn't stand it anymore. She stepped forward and said, "No matter what, he has taken care of my mother!"
"Humph! Reclusive royalty? Crown Prince? He's just an ant that I can crush with ease!"
"I'll give you one last chance. Don't be so reckless!"
Jiang Tian cracked a smile and shook his right arm. Jin Tso-hyun fell behind the Grand Master like a dead dog.
The white-haired old man helped Jin Tso-hyun up and then slowly approached Jiang Tian. "Kang Tae-chu, you are indeed arrogant. Today, let me see what you can do!"
Jiang Tian said coldly, "The last Grand Master of the Qing Dynasty, the former Sect Master of the Kongtong Sect, Fan Qilong?"
"That's me!"
The old Grand Master didn't stop as his murderous aura surged.
"I heard that you were more powerful than Situ Xiao in the late Qing Dynasty. You have mastered the Snake Saliva Wind Chasing Claw. You reached the Immortal State in your thirties and were known as the most powerful cultivator in Hua Xia. Now that you are three hundred years old, you should be an Earth Level Deity. "
Jiang Tian asked again.
"My past glory is not worth mentioning!"
Fan Qilong's voice was hoarse, but his murderous aura was still thick.
"You're quite modest!"
Jiang Tian said with a smile.
"I don't want to mention my past glory because I want to return to the Jianghu and kill you, the most powerful cultivator in the world. I want to defeat the Holy See and Brahmin and return to the top of this planet!"
Fan Qilong continued to walk forward. His eyes were cold and his crooked fingernails trembled slightly.
"Haha, forget it, old man. I don't want to fight with you. You are three hundred years old and your blood is drying up. Even if I don't kill you, you won't live for long! "
Jiang Tian mocked.
"Kill him, Grand Master! Then take down the Tianqing School and rule over Sodoni! "
Jin Tso-hyun had been humiliated time and time again. He hated Jiang Tian to the bone and lost his patience.
He had absolute confidence in Fan Qilong.
"Fan Qilong is the trump card of the Aisin Gioro family. Kang Tae-chu is no match for him!"
Seeing the State Preceptor make a move, Nalan Li, Naran Qinghe, Nalan Tu, and the others' dejection and fear were swept away. Their faces became very excited, as if Jiang Tian was dead for sure.
One had to know that Fan Qi Long was the sect leader of Kongdong. Back then, he was an existence that could compete with the Kunlun Sect and the Qingcheng Sect.
At the end of the Qing Dynasty, Fan Qi Long, as the country's Imperial Teacher, was invincible.
Back when the Empress Dowager was chased out of the imperial city by the Eight-Nation Alliance, other than Head Eunuch Li Lianying, he was her bodyguard. He had once killed thousands of pursuers with a single strike of his sword and fought against a King Sage of the Holy See!
Even the Yihe Fist was taught by him.
It was said that his disciples were good at "Divine Fighting". They could make hand seals and chant spells to invite the gods into their bodies. They could withstand bullets and were not afraid of artillery fire.
Jin Tso-hyun's martial arts were also taught by him! He was a real Earth Immortal powerhouse!
"Even if you call yourself a Divine Immortal, I'm afraid you don't live up to your name! After all, you are only in your thirties. Your cultivation is shallow and your combat experience is insufficient. How can you be a match for this old monster who has lived for hundreds of years? "
At this moment, Jin Tso-hyun was full of confidence. His eyes were shining with the light of wisdom, as if Jiang Tian was already a dead man.
"Hahaha, Fan Qilong, the most powerful man in Hua Xia in the late Qing Dynasty! Kang Tae-chu's head is mine. You are not qualified to kill him! "
But at this moment, a strange howl that could pierce through gold and crack stone shot straight up into the sky. Even the clouds were shattered.
"Get out of my way!"
This strange howl was like the roar of a tiger deep in the mountains. It shook the wilderness and the drizzle slanted. Within a radius of three miles, the earth and mountains shook.
Everyone from the Nalan family was shaken to the point that they staggered back. They were dizzy, and their hearts were filled with disgust as they vomited.
Even Nalan Li and Jin Tso-hyun, who were half a step away from the Immortal State, couldn't bear it. Their faces were pale.
Clang!
Suddenly, rocks flew and mud arrows burst out.
A deep pit with a radius of five or six meters was formed on the marble floor.
Billowing waves of air pushed out. The momentum was terrifying. Everyone in the Nalan family was shaken to the point that they were thrown off their feet. Their eyes were filled with fear.
A majestic figure, like a meteorite falling from the sky, fell heavily on the ground.
In the billowing smoke and flames.
Bang! In the muffled sound, a foot stepped out of the deep pit.
The foot was wearing a pair of metal boots covered with mysterious runes. It was like an immortal treasure metal!
As soon as that foot appeared, the aura of the entire cemetery grew sluggish. A sinister coldness enveloped the entire area, and a violent pressure surged out in all directions.
Except for Jiang Tian and Zhao Xueqing, everyone felt that it was difficult to breathe and almost suffocated!
A European powerhouse wearing medieval armor and holding a blood-stained spear walked out of the smoke and steam that permeated the air.
His curly golden hair was draped over his shoulders. He had a full beard, a high nose, and deep eyes. His eyes were as blue as the sea. They were cold and wild, like a wolf that was choosing its prey.
He had a complex temperament of divinity and bestiality intertwined on his body!
It was holy, cruel, bright, and bloodthirsty. It was as if he could overlook the common people and punish the world!
"This, this is St. Augustine!"
When he saw his face, Fan Qilong's heart instantly fell into the abyss. He was so scared that his face turned pale and his body trembled violently.
When the Eight-Nation Alliance invaded, Fan Qilong had fought with St. Augustine, but he was no match for him!
After all, the other party was the last Adjudicator of the Holy See, the guardian of the Holy See's Holy Tomb.
His combat strength was that of a genuine Saint King. His Saint Arts were omnipotent, and his spear was unpredictable!
"It's him!"
Jin Tso-hyun's expression changed drastically. He looked at St. Augustine in horror.
Nalan Li and the others were so scared that their expressions changed drastically. Cold sweat broke out instantly.
"State Preceptor Fan, I heard that you want to defeat the Holy See and ascend to the throne of the world's strongest? Why don't you go through me first? "
St. Augustine's eyes were arrogant. He walked over with steady steps, making muffled thuds. The armor on his body rubbed against each other, making the sound of metal clashing.
His Chinese was very pure and even had a Beijing accent.
Powerful people like him used to roam the world, challenging and killing everywhere. They could almost master all kinds of languages.
"Old man, I, I … don't dare!"
Fan Qilong panicked, his eyes filled with fear.
He cowered like a little white rabbit in front of a ferocious tiger. He staggered back step by step!
What he said just now was just a bluff at the start of the battle. How would he dare to fight the Roman Curia to the death?
If he had the guts and the ability, the empress dowager wouldn't have been chased by the Holy See back then.
"Haha, you want to admit defeat? What a coward. Then kneel down and submit to the Holy See! "
St. Augustine stood still with his spear in his hands. He looked at Fan Qilong in disdain, then glanced at Jin Tso-hyun and laughed.
"Are you a descendant of the decadent Qing Dynasty royal family? Ridiculous yellow monkey, weak chicken! Kneel down too! "
Jin Tso-hyun was tongue-tied, but he didn't dare to speak. He shivered in fear as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. His face was pale.
Since he could remember, his father and brother had instilled in him the power of the West, not only strong ships and cannons, but also holy spells and magic.
When he was ten years old, he once bumped into a Caucasian student on the street.
That Caucasian student scolded him, "Ridiculous yellow monkey, weak chicken, kneel down!" He gave him a few slaps!
When his father, Jin Luanxiong, found out, not only did he not help him, he even forced him to kneel down and whipped him!
He was almost beaten to death. Since then, he had a deep psychological shadow.
Even when he saw the face of a European, even if it was just an ordinary person, he would feel a little scared.
This fear had become a kind of thinking habit, deeply implanted in his brain.
Not to mention that he was facing a real Holy King!
"St. Augustine, don't be overbearing and bully the weak. Our Hua Xia is the Celestial Empire, a country of etiquette. We have always convinced people with reason, we don't want to fight with you! I'm not afraid of you! "
Fan Qilong's body shivered, but he still mustered up his courage and shouted at the top of his lungs.
He even had a sobbing tone, as if he was a resentful woman who was bullied.
Jiang Tian lightly shook his head, his heart filled with sorrow.
This is the State Teacher of a country, yet he is so cowardly and fearful of the enemy!
"So what if I bully you and humiliate you? You want to convince people with reason? What a joke! The weak don't have the right to reason with the strong! "
St. Augustine looked at Fan Qilong as if he was looking at a fool and said mockingly:
"I'll give you three seconds to consider. Either kneel down and submit to the Holy See, or die!"
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