"Cultivator Qingshan, don't worry about me, you should go first."
Gong Yang's expression changed greatly after seeing this, as he yelled.
He was grateful that Tang Qingshan was willing to lend him a hand, but he did not want to drag Tang Qingshan into the mess because of him.
"Go? I've drawn out my saber. Either he dies, or I die. "
Tang Qingshan took a few steps back. His eyes sharpened as the red glow emitted by the black saber in his hand grew brighter, dying the surroundings red.
That was how he was. Once he made a decision, he would carry it out even if it meant his death.
Today, no matter how many geniuses, Emperor Wu, and authorities showed up, he would protect Gong Yang with his final slash.
"How ridiculous, the Young Masters of the God Beast Forbidden Ground, the Young Masters of the Dead Spirit Tribe, the successors of the Godly Exterminator Forbidden Ground and the Nine Words Ancient Sea are teaming up against two people."
"Could it be that you're not afraid of being ridiculed by the world if this were to spread?"
All of a sudden, a voice filled with disdain was heard from the void.
Following it, a series of thumps like the beating of an immortal drum and the sound of countless giants sprinting could be heard, as several figures appeared between the Heavens and Earth.
These figures, regardless of whether they were Martial Monarchs or Martial Progenitors, were all wearing armor and emitting a tremendous battle intent. It was as if the place had turned into an ancient battlefield.
If one's cultivation was not strong enough, they would be influenced by a single glance. Their blood began to boil as their battle intent grew stronger.
"The people of the Battle Tribe are here?"
The cultivators, including Jiang Kongzhou, Li Qimo, Blood Rune, and the others immediately turned their heads around.
Apart from a slight astonishment in their hearts, they did not have much of a reaction. After all, there were already too many factions at the scene.
"Mm?"
Qin Nan who was about to make his move was startled.
The reason being that when the people of the Battle Tribe showed up, the terrifying Monarch Heart in his body suddenly pounded restlessly.
Could it be that the battle intent released by these War Race people could stir his body?
The will of the God of War in the Book of Battle?
"Xiao Yunjue, Wan Fenghun, and the rest of you, why don't you give me face today and stop? Otherwise, I will directly intervene. "
Among the War Race's people, a short-haired youth who wore scarlet red armor and had eyes that were like two streaks of lightning stepped out with large steps. He shouted, his words like thunder.
This young man was the current Young Clan Leader of the Battle Tribe, the one who was ranked sixth on the Genius Emperor Wu List, and whose Dao name in the Abstruse God Space was Zhan Bawang.
"Zhan Bawang actually helped Tang Qingshan?"
The cultivators at the scene were startled.
They were completely unaware of the friendship between Zhan Bawang and Tang Qingshan.
"Haha, Zhan Bawang, oh Zhan Bawang, you still want to threaten me? Your War Clan's number two genius was killed by me. Others might be scared of you, but I, Meng Langxie, am not. "
Meng Langxie who was in the middle of attacking burst out laughing with a sinister expression.
There was no way he would miss out on such a great opportunity.
"Zhan Bawang, go ahead if you want to interfere. I would like to see how strong your cultivation is now."
Xiao Yunjue stuck out his eerie tongue and licked his lips.
He was the son of the God Beast, the Young Master of the God Beast Forbidden Ground. He would not be bothered by Zhan Bawang's threat.
"Give you face? Who cares about your Battle Tribe's face? "
Wan Fenghun wore a sinister expression as he spoke with a sharp tone.
He had always looked down on a fake tribe like the Battle Tribe.
"Wan Fenghun, what did you just say?"
Among the people of the Battle Tribe, two old men who had their eyes closed suddenly sprang open, emitting a terrifying monarch aura that caused the rift nearby to tremble.
The two old men were peak Martial Monarchs of the Battle Tribe.
"Hey hey hey, you two old men, what are you trying to do?"
Among the stormy clouds in the sky, a middle-aged man with disheveled hair wearing a long robe with peach blossoms slowly stepped forward.
"If your Battle Tribe breaks the rules, don't blame us for what happens next."
On the back of the red dragon, the Dragon Emperor walked out with a calm expression.
He began to emit wisps of purple light.
In addition to that, among the Ocean Tribe, the Undead Tribe, and the surrounding rift, the profound look in the eyes of several terrifying existences disappeared, replaced by a sharp glint.
There had always been an unwritten rule among the various factions. The authorities were not allowed to interfere with the battle between the younger generation. However, if anyone broke the rules, they would not show any mercy.
"This …"
The rogue cultivators were astounded when they saw the terrifying auras surging in the air.
The Dao Origin Heavenly Mountain had yet to be activated. Was there going to be a great battle between the various factions?
"Elders, there's no need for you to do anything. I'll take care of some of the troublemakers."
Zhan Bawang's eyes turned cold. His battle intent skyrocketed.
He had advised them not to cause a huge commotion before the Dao Origin Heavenly Mountain was activated. After all, the authorities of the South-Heaven Sacred Ground, the Martial Principle Sect, and the Jade-Lake Sacred Ground had yet to arrive.
Since they did not listen to him and chose to humiliate him instead, he would not be blamed for it.
"Wait."
In the nick of time, a clear and pleasant voice that sounded like the sound of nature could be heard coming from the distance.
"Mm?"
Zhan Bawang halted in his tracks.
Jiang Kongzhou, Li Qimo, Blood Rune, and the others turned around as if they had sensed something too.
BANG.
A few thousand li away, an ancient red glow burst out from the rift with a roar. It arrived in front of the crowd like a giant dragon and came to a stop.
Then, a beautiful woman wearing a golden silk dress stepped out of the void. Her black hair was tied up high, her neck was white, her eyes were like illusions, and her face was beautiful. She walked toward the crowd step by step on the red divine light, her dress fluttering in the wind.
Even though the woman's aura was only at the peak of the Martial Ancestor Realm, and she was facing so many factions, authorities, and the genius Emperor Wu, her aura was utterly shocking, like a peerless empress.
"Wan Fenghun, you said that the Battle Tribe doesn't have enough face."
"So …"
"Is my face enough?"
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