The white-haired old man frowned. His thoughts were also biased towards Zi Ying.
There was even a first-level Divine Lord in Man Ning's team. It could be seen that his strength was really not much. Going to the Dragon Race's mother planet was also a waste of the quota.
"Strength is never based on words!"
At this moment, Lu Ming's indifferent voice sounded.
Everyone's eyes gathered on Lu Ming.
"Kid, what do you mean by this?"
Zi Ying's eyes narrowed as he stared at Lu Ming.
"Looks like your ability to understand is really not good. My words are already so clear, but I don't mind explaining it again. Strength can never be judged by words. Only by fighting can one judge strength!"
Lu Ming said indifferently.
Lu Ming would not miss the opportunity to go to the Dragon Race's mother planet.
If the other party wanted to exclude him, then he could only use his fist to fight his way in.
"You want to fight? Do you think you can compete with us with your first-level Divine Lord cultivation? Haha! "
Zi Ying let out a disdainful sneer.
He did not believe that a first-level Divine Lord could be that strong.
Divine Lord realm was not God King or Celestial God realms. One could casually fight across realms.
He was very clear about how difficult it was to fight across realms in the Divine Lord realm. Moreover, the people here were all considered geniuses. It was even more difficult to fight across realms.
"Elder, I think Lu Ming is right. Strength is not based on words, but through fighting. I request a battle to determine which team is the weakest!"
Man Ning cupped his fists toward the three elders.
"Alright, this elder also has the same intention. Then let's have a team battle. The three teams will fight each other and have a team battle. The weakest team won't have to go to the Dragon Race's mother planet!"
"Also, remember not to kill!"
The old man instructed.
As the old man spoke, he slammed his palm on the ground.
Rumble!
The ground rumbled, and a huge stone battle platform emerged from the ground.
"This battle platform is about a thousand miles long and wide. You guys go up and fight. Those who fall off the battle platform lose!"
The old man said.
"Zi Ying, let's fight!"
Man Ning looked at Zi Ying with high fighting spirit.
With a swoosh, Man Ning stepped onto the battle platform first. Then, Lu Ming and the others stepped onto the battle platform one after another.
They were very confident because they knew Lu Ming's combat strength. They could not use an ordinary first-level Divine Lord to measure Lu Ming's combat strength.
Zi Ying and the rest dared to underestimate Lu Ming. They were destined to suffer a great loss.
Just like Ke Dao..
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Zi Ying shouted and rushed to the fighting ring.
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Zi Ying said coldly. He was full of confidence. As soon as his words left his mouth, he dashed out and charged toward Lu Ming and the rest.
. "Zi Ying, your opponent is me!"
Man Ning shouted coldly and also rushed out, charging towards Zi Ying.
Two rays of saber light flashed and tore the void apart. They collided fiercely and the saber light swept out in all directions.
Zi Ying and Man Ning's figures trembled as they retreated repeatedly.
But in the next moment, they fought again. The sky was filled with saber light and the powerful aura formed a terrible pressure that spread in all directions.
"They are stronger, but their strength is still limited!"
Lu Ming observed for a while and had a rough idea of Zi Ying and Man Ning's strength.
Although the two of them were stronger than the others, they were not much stronger.
The Origin Divine Power Factor was still four times awakened and the Origin Secret Technique had not severed the shackles.
It was not easy to sever the shackles of the Origin Secret Technique.
The Second Prince of the Taixu Dynasty had cultivated for two Stellar Years and reached the ninth-level Divine Lord Realm. But he had only severed one shackle.
Back in the Primordial Divine Spirit World, although they were all below the Divine Lord Realm, those who entered the Primordial Divine Spirit World were all geniuses of various races who cultivated the Primordial Divine Body.
Some of them were very talented, but only a few of them had severed the shackles of the Origin Secret Technique.
Moreover, in the Primordial Divine Spirit World, in those famous mountains, whether it was cultivating the Origin Divine Power Factor or the Origin Secret Technique, it was easier than outside. However, only a few people could do it.
If Lu Ming had not had a series of fortuitous encounters, it would not have been so easy to sever the shackles of the Origin Secret Technique.
Boom!
Zi Ying and Man Ning were fighting, and Lu Ming and the others were also fighting.
More than 20 people on both sides were fighting.
"Kid, a first-level Divine Lord trash, get down!"
A black-faced youth sneered and rushed toward Lu Ming, slashing his saber at Lu Ming.
This youth had a third-level Divine Lord cultivation and was very strong. However, in Lu Ming's eyes, it was not enough.
"Looks like I have to show some of my strength. Otherwise, if I keep being looked down upon, it won't be good for me when I go to the Dragon Race's Mother Planet!"
A thought flashed through Lu Ming's mind.
He realized that sometimes, it was not good to be too low-key. When it was time to be high-profile, it was time to be high-profile.
In an instant, the Battle Character Art was activated. Eleven types of divine power erupted and the Tyrant God Spear appeared in his hand.
Weng!
The Tyrant God Spear vibrated. At this moment, Lu Ming directly activated the Tyrant God Spear's power after severing the shackles. A terrifying aura erupted from Lu Ming's body, causing heaven and earth to tremble.
Then, the spear swept out.
Bang!
Without any surprise, the black-faced youth's saber light shattered. The spear did not stop, sweeping toward the black-faced youth.
"Ah, your Origin Secret Technique severed the shackles!"
The black-faced youth let out a horrified roar. He had almost been frightened to death. At the critical moment, he used his saber to block.
His saber was a Monarch grade divine artifact. Moreover, his Origin Secret Technique was also a saber that was fused into the Monarch grade divine artifact.
However, when the Tyrant God Spear struck the saber, the saber violently trembled and shattered. The black-faced youth's body flew out of the stage like a cannonball. He continued flying for over ten thousand miles before crashing into the ground. He vomited large mouthfuls of blood. He had been heavily injured.
One move. In just one move, the black-faced youth had been instantly killed.
Of course, the black-faced youth hadn't died because Lu Ming had shown mercy. There was a rule before that stated that he could not kill.
"What?"
Seeing this scene, the others were greatly shocked.
It wasn't just Zi Ying's people. Man Ning's people, the other team, and the white-haired elder's group all widened their eyes.
He had severed the shackles!
Lu Ming's Origin Secret Technique had actually severed the shackles and activated a terrifying power.
"Scram!"
Before anyone could react, Lu Ming had already charged over.
He was invincible. No one could block one move from Lu Ming.
The Tyrant God Spear swept out, and one figure after another was sent flying out of the stage.
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