The expressions of Xiao Chen and the others relaxed. Only then did they stand up. They all saw horror in the other party's eyes.
In that instant, at least twenty Emperor Wu's auras swept over. When they looked at Kunlun Mountain, they found it even more unfathomable.
How rare were Emperor Wu's? However, there were more than twenty of them on this mountain peak. Just thinking about the hidden experts made one's scalp go numb.
It looked like this Kunlun Mountain was indeed suppressing the Rock of Origin. With such a lineup, even if a Demon Monarch came, he would not be able to force his way in.
Xiao Chen looked around and noticed that mysterious swordsman, Duan Yi. A barely discernible fervor flashed in his eyes.
Logically speaking, anyone would be excited to soak in the Heavenly Dew Divine Spring. However, there was clearly something else in this person's gaze.
Like Xiao Chen, this person came from the lower realm. However, for the first one or two years, he had been a nobody, cultivating in an unremarkable Rank 8 sect.
It was only in the recent half a year that this person suddenly rose up, directly defeating one of the seven giants. Only then did he rise to fame and attract everyone's attention.
However, that happened to be the golden period for the various lower-realm geniuses to rise up. Not many people would suspect such a genius who suddenly rose up.
When Duan Yi saw Xiao Chen looking at him, he turned his head and smiled gently. His expression was calm, showing no signs of panic.
Duan Yi turned his head back and started chatting with the old man of his sect.
Xiao Chen withdrew his gaze, no longer thinking about this problem. With so many Emperor Wu's garrisoned at Kunlun Mountain, unless the other party wanted to commit suicide, he would not dare to play any tricks.
The warship slowly turned around and stopped a kilometer above a flat ground halfway up the main peak of Kunlun Mountain. There was a flickering door of light on the flat ground.
Five Emperor Wu's stood on stone platforms in front of the door of light. Each of the five Emperor Wu's corresponded to a race: the Human Race, the Fiend Race, the Deity Race, the Fiend Race, and the Corpse Race.
Seeing this scene, even a fool could guess that the Heavenly Dew Divine Spring should be behind the door of light, a place guarded by the five races.
Not far from the flat ground, there was a flight of stairs that led to a higher place. From afar, it was impossible to tell how many steps there were. The flight of stairs at the end of his sight was hidden in the clouds, ethereal and ethereal.
Xiao Chen looked around. In midair, the Fiend Race, Ghost Race, and Corpse Race's Emperor-class warships had already arrived. Only the Celestial Race's warships were nowhere to be seen.
There were no peerless demonic geniuses of the younger generation on the battleships of the three races. They must have all gone down.
On the stone platform below, Emperor Wu of the Human Clan looked at the battleship of the Bushin Palace, nodded slightly to the Blue Robed Emperor in his official robe on the bow, and then immediately closed his eyes.
The Blue Robed Emperor said in a deep voice, "The ten of you, follow me down. The rest of you, don't move. Just wait here."
Whoosh!
With a wave of his hand, Xiao Chen and the others were lifted up by an irresistible force before they could even resist. When they regained control of their bodies, they were already standing on the platform, behind the human race's Emperor Wu.
In that short instant, it was like teleportation. Xiao Chen and the others could not understand the Blue Robed Emperor's strength at all; it was simply incredible.
Looking around, there were ten young demonic geniuses with deep auras standing behind the Fiend Race's Emperor Wu, the Ghost Race's Emperor Wu, and the Corpse Race's Emperor Wu.
When the geniuses of the other three races were placed together, one would discover that their auras were completely different.
The Fiend Race's younger generation released their auras, berserk and ferocious. They did not hide their auras at all, as if they would erupt at any moment.
The Corpse Race's younger generation all had dark complexions, and their skin looked as tough as iron. They all looked lifeless. However, the ferocious light in their eyes was withdrawn as they sized up Xiao Chen and the others, who had just landed, with malicious intent.
As for the Ghost Race, they were like the Corpse Race cultivators, similarly lifeless. However, they appeared even more serene and deep.
If the Corpse Race's lifeless appearance was just a facade, the berserk and madness in their hearts were no less than the Fiend Race cultivators'.
However, the Ghost Race cultivators were completely lifeless. They did not seem to have any signs of life at all. Their fair faces were as calm as still water, like they were carved from the same mold.
Coincidentally, Xiao Chen knew all the young demonic geniuses of these three races.
The Fiend Race's was the little Heavenly Monkey, Feng. The Corpse Race's was Wang Can, whose Death Throne Xiao Chen snatched away. The Ghost Race's was the red-dressed woman with the Eight Ghosts Carrying the Palanquin.
The moment the first two appeared, they immediately cast hostile gazes at Xiao Chen. However, the little Heavenly Monkey seemed to be more patient. His hostile gaze disappeared in a flash.
The hostility in Wang Can's eyes never faded. He even looked at Xiao Chen in disdain.
As for the red-dressed girl, she did not even look at Xiao Chen from start to end.
The Deity Race's younger generation had not arrived yet, so the door of light could not open for now. The other races seemed to be used to the Deity Race putting on airs, so they were not too surprised.
"There are really a lot of old acquaintances. Xiao Hou Jue, we are about to enter the Divine Spring. Do you dare to make a small bet with me?"
A burly, bare-chested youth with faint lion tattoos on both sides of his cheeks leaped out from behind the Fiend Race and mocked Xiao Hou Jue.
This was the son of the human race's Three Holy Masters. He had gone out to wander the outer realms long ago. He was rather famous in the entire Kunlun Realm, so he would definitely have many grudges.
Clearly, this Fiend Race genius had a story with Xiao Hou Jue.
Shui Lingling whispered into Xiao Chen's ear, "The one who leaped out is the Golden Lion Race's Tu Ze. He is considered the third strongest person of the Fiend Race's younger generation. Once, Xiao Hou Jue tricked him in a secret realm in the Profound Domain. He has a Spirit Fiend bloodline in his body."
In the Ancient Era, there were a hundred Fiend Ancestors. These Fiend Ancestors were all powerful Sovereign Martial Emperors. Some of these Fiend Ancestors' bloodlines were passed down. Their descendants were far stronger than the geniuses of the same generation. At the same time, they had some innate abilities.
These bloodlines were known as Spirit Fiend bloodlines in the Fiend Domain. They were similar to the human race's Sovereign Clans that had survived for tens of thousands of years.
Xiao Hou Jue smiled coldly and leaped out. He said, "Do you think I am afraid of you? What do you want to bet? Speak. "
Tu Ze smiled confidently and said, "It's very simple. This place is not suitable for a real fight. We will just use our moves and not use our Heavenly Sage Laws. I will not transform into my Fiend form, and you will not use your Holy Beast Martial Spirit.
"Let's fight like this. The loser will give the winner five thousand Black Astral Coins."
One Black Astral Coin was equivalent to one hundred ordinary Astral Coins. Five thousand Black Astral Coins was five hundred thousand Astral Coins. Given the two's status, this was not a large sum.
The wager was not important. The main thing was that if they lost in front of so many geniuses, they would lose face.
Xiao Hou Jue had some misgivings. This Tu Ze clearly came prepared, waiting for him for a long time. Furthermore, the physical body of the Fiend Race was much stronger than that of humans. Without using Quintessence or Heavenly Sage Laws, the other party clearly held an advantage.
However, if Xiao Chen did not agree in front of so many people, it would seem like he was a coward. If word of this spread, his reputation would suffer.
However, with my strength, as long as I am not at an absolute disadvantage, I should not have any problems remaining undefeated. Even if I lose, it will be fine as long as I do not lose terribly.
After all, everyone knew that the physical body of humans was much weaker than the physical body of the Fiend Race.
Thinking this, Xiao Hou Jue directly agreed, "I will gladly accompany you."
Tu Ze laughed loudly and said heavily, "Xiao Hou Jue, you are really reckless. Let's see how you embarrass yourself today."
After Tu Ze spoke, he stomped heavily on the ground. His figure flashed, and the friction between his body and the air gave off a piercing explosion. Then, he punched at Xiao Hou Jue's face.
Xiao Hou Jue felt that something was wrong. However, the other party's fist was already before him. Without much time to think, he executed a skillful move and threw a palm strike.
Xiao Hou Jue wanted to strike the side of Tu Ze's fist, using the technique of using little force to push away the other party.
"Pa!"
However, this palm strike landed heavily on Tu Ze's fist, giving off an ear-splitting sound. Tu Ze's straightforward punch did not budge at all, not deviating at all.
Xiao Hou Jue was startled. He felt like he had struck a mountain, his palm aching.
The other party's strength far surpassed his own. Xiao Hou Jue could not do anything about using skill.
When the fist arrived, Xiao Hou Jue had no choice but to quickly extend his left hand to block his face, trying to block. "Ka ca!
Ka ca! "
The sound of bones shattering rang out. Tu Ze's punch contained an unknown amount of force. It directly fractured Xiao Hou Jue's left forearm.
The force did not diminish, continuing to surge forward and striking Xia Houjue's face through his arm. Xia Houjue's body fell backward.
Tu Ze chuckled and took advantage of the situation to step forward. Then, he punched the fallen Xiao Hou Jue again.
With his left arm broken, Xiao Hou Jue's complexion paled. He appeared to be in incredible pain. He flipped twice in the air, dodging this punch.
"Boom!"
When the fist landed on the ground, cracks spread out. Shattered rocks flew everywhere in that instant.
Since Xiao Hou Jue had underestimated Tu Ze's strength at the start, he was at an absolute disadvantage. Tu Ze forced him to dodge all over the place, not even giving him a chance to catch his breath.
After ten moves, Tu Ze grabbed hold of an opportunity and kicked Xiao Hou Jue's chest, sending him flying.
The fist contained a ferocious force. Helpless, Xiao Hou Jue could only forcefully use his Quintessence to dissipate this force before he could stand firmly.
In less than ten moves, Tu Ze forced Xiao Hou Jue to use his Quintessence and kick him away. He even nearly fell to the ground. Xiao Hou Jue was in a sorry state.
Seeing the gazes of the surrounding cultivators, Xiao Hou Jue's expression turned incredibly sullen.
This time, Xiao Hou Jue had completely embarrassed himself. He tossed a ring with one thousand Black Astral Coins on it to the other party. Then, he walked to the back of the group without saying a word.
Tu Ze caught the ring and laughed in a carefree manner. "This old man just happened to attain a Rank 1 Physical Body half a month ago. I can now punch out with one thousand tons of force. Xiao Hou Jue, you are really reckless. How dare you compete with me in terms of physical strength?"
"I defeated you in ten moves. What dogshit Holy Son? He is not worth mentioning."
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
