Unbelievable!
"Spiritual Tattoo Venerable, are you sure Zhao Guan was killed by that Grade One Human Supreme?"
Blood Ghost Ancestor frowned and asked in confusion.
"That's right. Although Ning Yue is only a Grade One Human Supreme, he is very powerful."
Spiritual Tattoo Venerable nodded and said, "Zhao Guan was careless, so Ning Yue seized the opportunity to launch a sneak attack."
"Humph! What are you doing? You are a Grade Six Human Supreme. Can't you kill a Grade One Human Supreme like Ning Yue? "
Blood Ghost Ancestor snorted with an ugly expression.
In the Blood God Palace, everyone knew that Zhao Guan was protected by him.
Now that Zhao Guan was killed, wouldn't he become a joke when he returned to the Blood God Palace?
"I also want to kill Ning Yue, but East War Master suddenly appeared. He is an Early-stage Grade Seven Human Supreme. I am not his …" Spiritual Tattoo Venerable said with a sad face.
Slap!
Before Spiritual Tattoo Venerable could finish, Blood Ghost Ancestor slapped him in the face.
"I don't care about the process, only the result!"
Blood Ghost Ancestor said coldly.
"Good! I will go kill Ning Yue now! "
Spiritual Tattoo Venerable gritted his teeth.
"Go, don't let me down."
Blood Ghost Ancestor waved his hand and said, "With East War Master holding him back, the Sword Of Evil can't attack you."
Swish!
Spiritual Tattoo Venerable didn't say anything. Instead, his figure flashed and quietly approached Ning Yue.
In fact, Spiritual Tattoo Venerable was only worried about the Sword Of Evil.
Without the Sword Of Evil, he would have killed Ning Yue long ago. Why would he wait until now?
After all, he was in the dark while Ning Yue was in the light.
If he wanted to launch a sneak attack, Ning Yue would have no chance to survive!
"Sword Of Evil, if you go all out, how long will it take to kill East War Master?"
Ning Yue did not know the conversation between Venerable Spiritual Tattoo and Blood Ghost Ancestor.
At this time, Ning Yue was communicating with the Sword Of Evil, trying to solve this situation.
Ning Yue's thinking was very simple.
The Sword Of Evil attacked with all his might, attacking East War Sovereign. As for Patriarch Blood Ghost, he would hold him back.
"Half an hour!"
The Sword Of Evil's reply caused Ning Yue's expression to turn grave.
As a First Grade Human Sovereign, it was a huge challenge for Ning Yue to resist an Early Seventh Grade Human Sovereign for half an hour.
"Let's fight!"
Ning Yue decided to give it a try since he couldn't catch the wolf without risking the child.
If he won, he would be able to get rid of a huge problem. If he lost, he would just have to say goodbye.
A person's life is spent in constant choices. If you don't give it your all, what difference is there between you and a salted fish?
"Sword Of Evil … Oh no!"
Ning Yue was just about to tell the Sword Of Evil to go all out, but his pupils shrank and he quickly retreated.
"Die!"
The space in front of Ning Yue suddenly split apart as a Sixth Grade Human Supreme Realm Cultivator appeared from within.
"Venerable Spiritual Tattoo!"
Looking at the familiar figure in front of him, Ning Yue's heart skipped a beat.
He only cared about talking to the Sword Of Evil and ignored the Venerable Spiritual Tattoo.
"Universe Palm!"
At this critical moment, Ning Yue hurriedly used his newly advanced Seventh Grade Middle-stage Soul Power, wrapped it around his wrist, and pushed out with his palm.
"You overestimate yourself!"
Because Ning Yue had suppressed his Soul Power inside the palm, in the Venerable Spiritual Tattoo's view, Ning Yue's palm was not very powerful.
With a flick of his sleeve, a cold light flew out and came into close contact with the blood-red palm.
As for the Venerable Spiritual Tattoo himself, he charged at Ning Yue at an extremely shocking speed.
"This …"
The Venerable Spiritual Tattoo's action made Ning Yue a little confused.
It was so much so that Ning Yue even doubted how the Spiritual Rune Venerable reached the Sixth Grade Sovereign Realm.
His palm print was so powerful. Could it be that the Venerable of Spiritual Runes was blind?
"Oh no!"
It turned out that the Venerable Spiritual Tattoo was not blind, but he was too confident in himself.
When the cold light he flung out was shattered by the blood-red palm, the Venerable Spiritual Tattoo finally reacted and hurriedly used a spell to block the blood-red palm.
Whoosh!
The battle between the Venerable Spiritual Tattoo and Ning Yue caused a huge uproar in the surroundings.
Although the East War Venerable and the Sword Of Evil were both Early Seventh Grade Human Sovereigns and their battle was rather exciting, the focus of everyone's attention was on Ning Yue and the Venerable Spiritual Tattoo.
That was because there was a huge gap between Ning Yue and the Venerable Spiritual Tattoo.
One was a Sixth Grade Human Sovereign, while the other was a First Grade Human Sovereign.
The spectators might not be able to witness a battle between a First Grade Human Sovereign and a Sixth Grade Human Sovereign in their entire lives.
Therefore, no one wanted to miss this opportunity.
Whoosh!
After blocking Ning Yue's first palm print, the Venerable of Spiritual Tattoos heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that it was a close call.
Fortunately, he reacted at the crucial moment. Otherwise, he would have failed miserably in the first move.
"Ning Yue, I admit that I underestimated you. But from now on, you won't be so lucky."
Taking a deep breath, the Venerable Spiritual Tattoo continued, "You can be proud of yourself for being able to block one of my moves as a First Grade Human Sovereign."
"Why should I be proud? Do you really think that you can defeat me? "Ning Yue asked in doubt.
"Hahaha!"
The Venerable Spiritual Tattoo raised his head and laughed before he coldly said, "I, the Venerable Spiritual Tattoo, only need one move to kill you!"
"Noisy!"
These two words came out of Ning Yue's mouth. Then, he rose from the ground and charged towards the Venerable.
Originally, it was the Venerable Spiritual Tattoo who launched a sneak attack on Ning Yue. But in the end, it was Ning Yue who took the initiative to attack the Venerable Spiritual Tattoo.
He had to admit that this was really ironic.
"I wonder if Ning Yue can defeat the Venerable Spiritual Tattoo."
"Defeat? You're overthinking it. If Ning Yue can defeat the Venerable Spiritual Tattoo, I'll twist my head off! "
"That's right. There's a huge gap between Ning Yue and the Venerable Spiritual Tattoo."
"Ning Yue is too arrogant. If I were him, I would have escaped long ago. Why would I stay and die?"
"…"
The surrounding Martial Artists were not optimistic about Ning Yue taking the initiative to attack the Venerable Spiritual Tattoo.
A First Grade Human Supreme Martial Artist defeating a Sixth Grade Human Supreme Martial Artist was too shocking!
"Aunt Yun, Ning Yue has already passed the hurdle of the Frenzied Massacre Demon. This time, it's time for you to help him, right?"
Among the crowd, two Martial Artists were conversing in low voices.
These two Martial Artists were none other than Yun Mu and the Martial Talisman Venerable.
The Martial Talisman Venerable slightly frowned and said, "I can save him, but I have to let him suffer a little first."
"Aunt Yun, the Venerable Spiritual Tattoo is a Sixth Grade Human Sovereign. Ning Yue is definitely not his match!" Yun Mu hurriedly said.
"I know that Ning Yue is not the Venerable Spiritual Tattoo's match, but it won't be easy for the Venerable Spiritual Tattoo to kill Ning Yue. At most, he will only be able to heavily injure Ning Yue."
The Martial Talisman Venerable faintly said.
"Furthermore, even if … what!"
The Martial Talisman Venerable abruptly stopped halfway through his words.
That was because the Martial Talisman Venerable had discovered something terrifying.
In the distance, Ning Yue's fist collided with the Venerable Spiritual Tattoo's fist.
"Ah!"
The Venerable Spiritual Tattoo let out a miserable shriek like a pig being slaughtered.
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