The killing formation connected to her mind was broken, and Yan Qing was seriously injured. Her mind was in pain, and she was defeated.
"I lost …"
Yan Qing's pretty face was pale, and there was a dazzling trace of blood at the corner of her mouth. She lowered her head, and her eyes were full of sadness.
This was the first time she had suffered a crushing defeat in her life. Moreover, she had gone all out. For a moment, her mind and faith were hit to varying degrees.
"Alas …"
Seeing this scene, Feng Hao sighed in a low voice, rushed into the arena, cupped his hands at the residual shadow, and came to Yan Qing's side. Without saying anything, he just held her in his arms and comforted her silently.
He knew that Yan Qing was a little different from Joan Of Arc and the other girls.
Yan Qing was the princess of the Yan family, and with the Heavenly Thunder Body, she was a proud daughter of God.
It could be said that her life was smooth, and she had never been defeated by others. However, after being with Feng Hao, she restrained her competitive character.
"Well, silly, you still have me."
Feng Hao hugged her tightly, while treating her internal injuries with the medicinal properties of the Encyclopedia of Divine Pesticides.
"Brother Hao, am I useless?"
After a long time, Yan Qing raised her head, her eyes a little red and watery, and her voice a little hoarse.
"How can you be useless? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here today, silly."
Feng Hao reached out, gently stroked her pretty face, and wiped away the tears that flowed down.
Thinking of what had happened before, Feng Hao's heart ached for her even more, and he even wanted to take out his heart to show her.
"All right."
After just a little warmth, Yan Qing pushed him away, and her originally gloomy face was full of smiles. "Qing 'er will be Brother Hao's wife for the rest of my life."
After speaking, she left behind a graceful figure and gracefully descended, heading towards Joan Of Arc.
"Hehe."
Feng Hao shook his head, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
In fact, he could give up everything. As long as his family and friends were safe, that would be enough.
To be able to reunite with his family and spend time with his loved ones was his greatest wish.
Perhaps many people would scoff at this idea of his, but Feng Hao was indeed working hard with this goal in mind.
"Sister Qing 'er is your Brother Hao's sweetheart. Without you, your Brother Hao can't live."
Listening to the three women's frolicking, Feng Hao's heart also relaxed.
"Tsk tsk, that kid really has good luck with women …"
In the distance, many of the older generation clicked their tongues. They looked at Feng Hao with pure admiration.
It could be said that from the beginning, Feng Hao was a person who didn't attract attention at all. If it weren't for the conflict with the Poison God Prefecture, no one would pay attention to him.
This was absolutely beyond everyone's expectations. Who could have known that this plain young man, who didn't have the slightest arrogance, turned out to be the person with Eight Apertures that was widely rumored some time ago.
He suppressed the young members of the Three Great Immortal Organizations, stood against the Immortal Primes, and drew the Divine Punishment.
Such lofty sentiments caused everyone to be curious about this young man who was rumored to be one of the most powerful figures in the world.
What kind of power did a person in Wu Huang's realm have to face the Venerable of the Organization of All Immortals, who was at the peak of the Saint-level?
Not to mention anything else, just this kind of courage was something that not many people from the older generation or the younger generation had.
That was courting death, absolutely courting death. However, he managed to turn the situation around.
In order to fight for his wife and daughter, he, who had been low-key, finally showed his ferocious side and hurt the giant Poison God Prefecture.
He was really a different person.
That was how everyone described him in their hearts.
In front of the Organization of All Immortals, he was strong. In front of the Poison God Prefecture, he was still strong. However, in front of his friends and family, he was extremely gentle, as if they were two different people.
"This young man will become a great person."
The older generation sighed, exclaiming that it was a blessing for the Emperor's Mansion and the Human Clan.
…
Now, the top three had been decided. They were Feng Hao, Samsara, and Remnant Shadow.
Everyone could see how powerful the three of them were. This was especially the case for the fight between Fenghao and the remnant shadow. Everyone was filled with anticipation and anticipation.
"The top three finals."
On the high platform, the white-haired elder with a youthful face glanced at the people in charge of the two mansions. The three of them nodded slightly and stepped forward together.
Leng Yusen was eliminated in the top ten, which made the person in charge of the Palace of Hell look unhappy. He looked at Feng Hao with an unfriendly expression.
The once invincible Supreme Nether King Physique was actually defeated in the hands of others in public. This was something he could not accept.
In his view, it was a humiliation for the entire Palace of Hell. That battle would also become a stain on the path of the Supreme Nether Monarch Physique that could never be washed away.
In the future, even when Leng Yusen mastered the Supreme Nether Monarch Physique and announced his identity, the effect would be greatly reduced, and he would even be suspected by the world.
"The top three will still be decided by drawing lots. Each of the three will fight two opponents, and the one who defeats two opponents will be the champion."
The white-haired elder with a youthful face spoke in a calm voice. However, there was a hint of joy in his voice. The corner of his mouth curled up from time to time.
"I forfeit."
As soon as he finished speaking, a stiff voice rang out from below the high platform, instantly attracting many surprised gazes.
The one who spoke was naturally Samsara.
He had already fought against Remnant Shadow and lost. Even if he was given another chance, he still wouldn't have the confidence to win in the limited space of the stage.
As for Feng Hao …
He knew that Fenghao had spatial innate talent. Although his concealment technique was unfathomable, with his current level, if Fenghao wanted to avoid him, he wouldn't be able to do anything.
It could be said that the greatest headache for an assassin was someone who possessed the innate talent of space. With just a thought, they could travel through the void. Within the range of their thought, even space would be under their control, making it impossible for an assassin to kill them with a single strike.
Most importantly, he wouldn't be able to launch a sneak attack on the stage.
Samsara's admission of defeat had only caused everyone to be slightly stunned. Many people had an understanding expression on their faces, but they didn't probe further. The person in charge of the Divine Slaying Palace also didn't have a dark expression on his face. On the contrary, there was a faint smile on his face.
He wasn't an outstanding person, and his aura had been completely concealed. If he was thrown into a crowd, it would be impossible to find him. However, no one dared to underestimate him.
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