"Little Demon?!"
Qin Tian's heart sank. 'Great Control Art' was the Little Demon's unique ability. Others couldn't have it. Could the Little Demon have entered the sacred world?
"Brother Qin, sorry."
"Brothers, follow me!"
Murong Changkong unsheathed his sword and waved it in the air. His silhouette shot out like an arrow, leaving a long afterimage in the darkness. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared. Dozens of White Tiger Race elites followed after him at lightning speed.
The disciples of Vermillion Bird and Azure Dragon were assassinated in Shenwu city, it was their fault. Now that they found the killer, how could they not capture him?
"F * * k."
"Capturing people to Hibiscus Garden, looks like they're tired of living."
"I didn't think someone would dare to assassinate members of the Azure Dragon God Clan and the Vermillion Bird God Clan. This guy is too badass. The geniuses of the Four God Beasts Clan are all Undying Paragons, but they were killed in one move.
The Chen brothers did not say a word. Chen Liu glanced at Qin Tian, feeling excited. An undying realm expert was killed in one move. One could imagine how fast Qin Tian's strength improved. Just a day ago, he was still not able to force Murong Jue to go berserk, but today, he was able to kill an undying realm expert in one move.
"Alright."
"It's none of our business. Let's go back first." Qin Tian's brows loosened and he walked back to Hibiscus Garden. He told them to return to their rooms and prayed, "Little Demon, please hold on."
"Captain, should we go take a look?"
"To dare to kill Azure Dragon, he must be amazing … …"
Qin Tian frowned and stared at Xu Yao. He immediately interrupted, "Do you want to get into trouble? Go back and cultivate properly. Tomorrow is the start of the Heaven List competition. If you don't get a good result, I'll skin you alive. "
Xu Yao lowered his head and mumbled, "Didn't I just want to go out and watch the show, there's no need to be so angry."
Qin Tian rolled his eyes and returned to his room. He closed the door and changed into his night clothes.
Immediately.
The black shadow flashed and leaped into the air, disappearing into the darkness in the blink of an eye.
… …
"Great Control Art, Overlord Thousand Strikes … …"
…
The Little Demon's entire body was dark red, and his eyes were bloodshot. His face was ferocious, and blood and sweat were dripping down his cheeks. Dark red blood gushed out from the wounds on his body. He looked like he was on the verge of collapse.
The surrounding dozens of White Tiger elites were all controlled, unable to move.
"With just you guys?"
"The White Tiger Celestial Race is also a bunch of trash. So what if I kill a few disciples of the Azure Dragon Celestial Race? I can kill whoever I want …" Little Demon said excitedly. The blood and sweat on his forehead increased as he spoke.
From the inn until now, they had been fighting all the way and had long been separated from Mao Mao and the others.
Along the way, he suffered a few heavy blows, and he killed all the people who injured him. Thinking about this trip to the Divine Martial City, he was furious. The White Tiger God Race thought themselves to be infallible. Back at the inn, he only made a joke, and they treated him as the murderer. He couldn't hold back his anger any longer, and he killed a few White Tiger disciples in a few moves.
But he didn't expect the young elites of the White Tiger Race to come out in full force, and there were many Immortal Wargods among them. It was easy for him to deal with Immortal Venerables, but Immortal Wargods were too much for him. Now that he was rank eight, he still didn't have enough power to instantly control an Immortal Wargod.
"Such arrogance."
"Eat my sword …"
Sword light flashed, revealing a cold glint. In the darkness, a black silhouette moved as fast as lightning, exuding dense immortal godforce. Murong Changkong's eyebrows twitched, and the longsword in his hand had already pierced out.
"Immortal Wargod."
The Little Demon's heart jumped, but he didn't have time to think. The sword qi was already closing in, and it was too late to retreat.
His life was hanging by a thread.
The Little Demon's eyes twitched, and he retracted his control art. He roared at the sky, "Supreme Control Art, Overlord Thunder Strike …"
"Weng!!!"
…
The cries of the swords rang out in all directions, then disappeared in an instant. The surroundings became deathly silent. Even the sword qi condensed by Murong Changkong, who was an Immortal War God, seemed to be completely frozen in the air. There was not even a trace of sharpness. Even Murong Changkong himself felt as if he had been frozen, and it was extremely uncomfortable.
Time seemed to have stopped.
"Cough, cough …"
"Puff …"
He spat out a mouthful of black blood, and his originally dark red face turned pale. Overlord Thunder Strike was his limit. Just now, to control the sharp sword qi, he had refined all the power in his body, and now, he didn't even have a trace of strength left. He couldn't hold on any longer.
In less than ten seconds, this control art would lose its effect.
So, these ten seconds were his only chance.
In the past, he and Mao Mao worked together, and Mao Mao was in charge of killing. Even if they met an Immortal Wargod, they wouldn't be afraid. But now, he was alone, and could only control, and couldn't kill. The only thing he could do now was to escape before Murong Changkong recovered.
Murong Changkong's heart was burning with anxiety. He didn't expect the little demon at the Saint realm to be so powerful. His heart was filled with shock, and just as the little demon was about to escape from his line of sight, his dantian suddenly moved, "White Tiger Bloodline, explode …"
"Boom!"
Zhang Xuan's body abruptly exploded, and a powerful surge of bloodline energy gushed out from his body. In an instant, the restraints on his body crumbled. Sheathing his sword, he unleashed all of his might and bellowed furiously, "Where do you think you're going?"
With the speed of lightning, Murong Changkong, who was an Immortal Wargod, was much faster than the injured Little Demon.
In an instant.
The Little Demon was startled, and a deep sense of fear rose in his heart. He didn't expect Murong Changkong to break through his control art in just three seconds. With his speed, it was impossible for him to escape. The speed of an Immortal Wargod was too fast for him.
He thought, "Boss, goodbye … …"
Unable to escape, his Dantian dried up. Unable to dodge Murong Changkong's attack, only death awaited him.
Before death approached, the corner of Little Demon's mouth moved, revealing a smile. He missed Qin Tian very much, cherishing the days he spent with him. That kind of joyful killing, that kind of feeling of not putting anyone in his eyes, filled him with endless nostalgia …
"Boss, see you in the next life."
The Little Demon closed his eyes. Not dodging, not dodging!
"Peng!"
"Rumble … …"
Murong Changkong's body fell down like a cannonball, and heavily smashed against the wall. All the veins in his body were broken, and blood continuously spurted from his mouth. His eyes were wide open, and he had no idea what had just happened.
He didn't even know where the powerful attack came from, and he didn't even have the slightest chance to react.
The wall behind him gradually cracked open, and he slowly fell down.
The black shadow blurred, picked up the Little Demon, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye …
Everything happened too quickly.
When the Little Demon opened his eyes, he was already at another place. Beside him was a person he was very familiar with, extremely familiar with. He missed, missed, yearned for day and night, Boss Qin Tian. His eyes were filled with tears, and his body trembled in excitement. His lips trembled, but his face was full of smiles, "The heavens are really good to me, to be able to see boss even after death. Even if it's just a figure, it's enough.
Thank you, thank the heavens. "
At this moment, the Little Demon thought that he had died, and what he saw was the heavens fulfilling his wish.
"Little Demon."
"Little Demon, tell me, what happened?"
Qin Tian looked at the tearful Little Demon and casted a regeneration technique. A faint light enveloped the Little Demon's body, and the wounds on his body healed in an instant. He looked much more spirited. "Little Demon, what happened? Are you the only one who came to the sacred world? "
The Little Demon stood dumbfounded on the spot. He stared at Qin Tian blankly, "Boss?"
Qin Tian nodded, "Yes!"
"This isn't a dream, right?" The Little Demon slapped himself fiercely. Feeling the pain, his eyes widened in shock. He pounced forward and cried out, "Boss, boss, I miss you so much, wu … … wu … … we miss you so much."
Qin Tian choked with sobs.
He had not returned to the Tian Yuan Continent for more than ten years. To cultivators, ten years was like the blink of an eye. However, he had neglected their feelings. In the sacred world, he still had nothing. He did not have any power of his own. Even if he brought them from the Tian Yuan Continent to the sacred world, would he let them follow him to fight?
The lesson of the Tian Yuan Continent had already reminded him that before he had absolute confidence to protect them, Qin Tian would not dare to do such a thing. However, when he saw the Little Demon, his heart was filled with endless longing. The Little Demon's cries made his heart tremble. He thought, "It's time to build my own power. Let them all come to the sacred world … …"
"I miss you guys too." Qin Tian's eyes were moist. He continued, "Oh right, are you the only one who came to the sacred world? Is there anyone else? "
Suddenly.
The Little Demon stopped crying and wiped away her tears. She pulled Qin Tian's hand and said, "Boss, quick … … go save Mao Mao, and Boss Meng, they … … they're here too. They're being chased by the White Tiger clan everywhere. If we're late, they'll … …"
The corner of Qin Tian's eyes twitched. His body released an invisible dense killing intent. The power of the Way of Slaughter instantly spread out. His eyes darkened and he said coldly, "White Tiger clan, laozi thinks you've reached the end of your lives."
"Do you believe that laozi will uproot you all … …"
… …
"Rumble!"
A bolt of lightning flashed. The thick clouds seemed to press down from the sky. The atmosphere was extremely oppressive.
"Rumble!"
"Hualala … …"
The heavy rain poured down. The oppressive atmosphere did not disappear because of the heavy rain. Instead, it seemed even more intense … …
White Tiger Palace.
Murong Yao frowned. He couldn't figure out who dared to ambush the Azure Dragon Divine Clan and the Vermilion Bird Divine Clan. He thought for two hours but still couldn't figure it out. Looking at the pouring rain, the look in his eyes changed. He let out a long breath and said calmly, "Who is it?"
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