Nie Tian and the Black Emperor were surprised to hear that the Blood Soul Envoys had arrived, but the look in their eyes was different.
The worry in the Black Emperor's eyes was more obvious, but Nie Tian was very excited.
After a while, the Black Emperor looked at Nie Tian and Lan Zhuying and frowned. He said in a deep voice, "Nanyu, bring them over."
"Yes," Cang Nanyu replied and left with Nie Tian and Lan Zhuying.
The Black Emperor looked at the figures of Nie Tian and the others with a gloomy face, unable to conceal his worry.
It was impossible to stop Nie Tian from participating in the Blood Soul Road. He could only hope that everything went smoothly.
After a while, Cang Nanyu and the others arrived at the square outside the Black Martial Hall.
From afar, Nie Tian saw two martial artists in black standing on the square, waiting for them.
The two martial artists in black were an old man with gloomy eyes and an arrogant young man. They were looking at them with a scrutinizing gaze.
Cang Nanyu brought Nie Tian and Lan Zhuying, as well as a few other martial artists to the square. He bowed slightly to the two martial artists in a very respectful manner.
These two were the Blood Soul Envoys of the Blood Soul Sect. They were here for the Blood Soul Road.
The Blood Soul Sect was an overlord in the Underworld, the absolute ruler of the Underworld.
Even though Cang Nanyu was the Southern Reverend of the Black Martial Hall, he had to show respect.
"Southern Reverend, where is the Black Emperor?" At this time, the young cultivator spoke up, his gaze sweeping over Cangnanyu coldly. He seemed to be very unhappy.
"I'm sorry, but the Black Emperor has some matters to attend to. He cannot meet the two envoys," Cang Nanyu bowed slightly and said carefully.
"What matters?" The young martial artist's eyes darkened and he sneered, "I heard that the Black Emperor and the Three Yin Great Emperor exchanged a palm strike not long ago. Could it be that the Black Emperor is too heavily injured and cannot meet anyone?"
His voice was sharp and cold, filled with undisguised mockery.
"Lord Envoy, you must be joking. The Black Emperor indeed has some matters to attend to. Please forgive him." Cang Nanyu frowned. He was obviously a little angry, but he still spoke patiently.
"Hmph!" The young martial artist sneered and said, "That old bastard Black Emperor actually dares to put on airs in front of this young master. He's really shameless!"
Cang Nanyu's face darkened to the extreme when he heard the young cultivator's words. There was an unconcealable rage in his cold expression.
"What, are you not convinced?" The young martial artist looked at Cangnanyu and sneered. He was extremely arrogant and said, "If you don't like it, then hit me!"
"You …" Cang Nanyu's face darkened. He felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on his chest, rendering him speechless.
If not for the other party's identity, he would have already made his move.
"Trash!" The young martial artist sneered and no longer looked at Cangnan Yu.
"Young Master Hui, let's get down to business." At this time, the old man walked forward and smiled at Cang Nanyu. "This old man is Zhu Xiu, an elder of the Blood Soul Gate. This is Sang Hui, you can call him Young Master Hui. The two of us will be in charge of the Yin City's Blood Soul Selection this time. "
Cang Nanyu nodded slightly and his tensed face relaxed a little.
This old man called Zhu Xiu was obviously much more mature than Sang Hui.
However, Zhu Xiu's attitude towards Sang Hui was very cautious and even a trace of fear. This meant that Sang Hui's identity was not simple.
Then, Zhu Xiu and Sang Hui looked at Nie Tian and the others, sizing them up as if they were choosing goods.
Nie Tian frowned slightly. He did not like this feeling.
"Nan Zun, are these the geniuses of your Black Martial Hall?" At this time, Sang Hui sneered with a look of disdain and provocation.
Cang Nanyu's eyes darkened as he said coldly, "They are the strongest cultivators of the Black Martial Hall's younger generation."
"The strongest?" Sang Hui's lips curled into a disdainful smile. "Are you saying that the people of the Black Martial Hall are all trash? You dare to say that you are the strongest with just these few pieces of trash? "
Nie Tian's eyebrows furrowed, his face grim.
The other cultivators also had ugly expressions. They were obviously suppressing their anger.
According to the rules of the Blood Soul Road, one Blood Ancestor's token could allow three cultivators to participate.
Apart from Nie Tian and Lan Zhuying, Cang Nanyu had chosen four cultivators. Two of them were from the Yin City's Seven Princes and were already at the advanced Heavenly Mandate Realm.
However, Sang Hui had said that such strength was trash.
Nie Tian suppressed his anger and did not explode.
"Nan Zun, the rest of them are just barely strong. What's going on with this girl and this silver-haired kid?" At this time, Zhu Xiu stood up and glanced coldly at Lan Zhuying and Nie Tian. When he looked at Nie Tian, his undisguised disdain made him seem extremely cold.
"A mere Heavenly Charm Eighth Tier Holy Disciple. Lord Nan Zun is really something." Sang Hui sneered. "Is Lord Nan Zun looking down on the Black Martial Hall? Or is he looking down on the Blood Soul Gate?"
"I …" Cang Nanyu's face paled. He didn't know what to say.
At this moment, the corner of Nie Tian's mouth twitched. With a faint smile, he stepped forward and said, "Lord Elder, Young Lord Hui, do you think I'm too weak?"
"What do you think?" Sang Hui sneered with disdain.
"I think I'm stronger than you," Nie Tian said calmly, looking at Sang Hui with an indifferent expression.
"What did you say?" Sang Hui furrowed his brows and immediately laughed, "Brat, are you here to make fun of me?"
He was a Heavenly Mandate Ninth Tier Saint Master while Nie Tian was only an Eighth Tier Holy Disciple. How could Nie Tian say he was stronger than him? Wasn't this a joke?
"I said I'm stronger than you." Nie Tian smiled. There was a hint of unconcealable dominance in his calmness.
"Brat, you're looking to die!" Sang Hui's eyes darkened as a cold killing intent flashed through them.
"One sword." Nie Tian looked at Sang Hui with a twitch of his lips.
"What did you say?" Sang Hui frowned.
"I only need one sword to defeat you." Nie Tian raised an eyebrow and raised a finger. His eyes were filled with disdain and provocation.
"Brat, you've angered me!" Sang Hui's face darkened as he looked at Nie Tian. He could feel the disdain in the latter's eyes.
"Come." Nie Tian, however, was as calm as ever. With a faint smile, he stomped the ground and shot up into the sky. Like a sharp sword, he stood tall in the sky.
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