The already narrow area immediately became very crowded with the appearance of dozens of warriors.
There were a total of four entrances and exits in this narrow area.
Dozens of martial artists were divided into four groups, and each group was guarding an entrance.
"Enough."
Seeing that more and more people were gathering, a grey-robed elder waved his hand and said, "Seal the entrance. No one is allowed to enter."
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The grey-robed old man's words had a great effect on them.
A pinnacle Saint Immortal expert flew out from each camp and guarded the entrance tightly.
Cough!
Seeing that the entrance was sealed, the old man coughed and said, "I don't care what grudges you have. It's fate that we're here.
"According to the information, an altar will appear in half an hour, and there is a skeleton of a Lord of Heaven in the altar."
"Some of us are from the Brilliant Void Weave, the Tyrant Destruction Weave, the Violet Orchid Weave, and the Itinerant Cultivator Alliance. I propose that each faction get a quarter of the half-step Heavenly Monarch corpse."
"If you have any suggestions, feel free to voice them."
After saying that, the grey-robed elder looked around.
Among the four groups.
The old man in gray was from the Zilan Weave. He was a peak Saint Immortal and ranked 5,100th on the Heavenly Lord Substitute List.
The He family from the Brilliant Void Weave was led by their number one genius, He Wuming, ranked 8,000th on the Heavenly Lord Substitute List.
The He family from the Tyrant Weave was led by their Patriarch, He Batian, ranked 7,000th on the Heavenly Lord Substitute List.
The Itinerant Cultivators Alliance was led by a burly man, Du Shiyong, ranked 7,300th on the Heavenly Lord Substitute List.
Just from the ranking of the Heavenly Monarch Substitute List, the grey-robed elder from the Zilan Weave was the strongest.
He Batian was second, Du Shiyong was slightly weaker, and He Wuming was the weakest.
"I don't think this distribution is reasonable."
He Wuming crossed his arms in front of his chest and said, "A Half Step Heavenly Lord corpse is not enough for so many people. In my opinion, we should solve it by force."
"Solve it by force?" The grey-robed old man raised his eyebrows. He was a little unhappy.
Those who were stronger than him did not say anything, but he, who was ranked 8,000th on the Heavenly Lord Substitute List, dared to talk nonsense.
However …
The grey-robed elder did not get angry. He asked, "What is the solution?"
"It's very simple. Each of our four forces will send out a martial artist to spar with each other. The one who wins can continue to stay, and the one who loses will have to get lost."
Wuming Crane said with a calm expression.
Whoosh!
Wuming Crane's expression did not change, but He Batian and Du Shiyong's expressions changed slightly.
Based on their strength, the two of them would definitely be eliminated.
"I have no objections."
The grey-robed elder shrugged.
Wuming Crane looked at Du Shiyong and He Batian.
"Sure."
Du Shiyong and He Batian struggled for a while before finally agreeing to this method.
They knew very well that they would definitely be pushed aside by the grey-clothed old man and Nameless Crane if they didn't agree.
At that time, he wouldn't even have the chance to fight.
"Since no one has any objections, how about I spar with you in the first match?"
Wuming He looked at He Batian and asked.
"Humph! As you wish! "
He Batian snorted coldly and immediately dashed out. He clenched his right hand into a fist and punched toward He Wuming.
Facing He Batian, who was dashing toward him, Wuming Crane casually waved his fist.
Bang!
The two fists collided.
He Batian was like a kite with a broken string, slamming straight into the stone wall behind him.
Pfft!
He Batian's aura from the peak of the Saint Immortal Realm began to decline rapidly!
"Sorry, you lost."
Wuming Crane's expression did not change at all. He stretched out his right hand and pointed at the exit next to him. "Take the He Clan's people and leave as soon as possible."
"Just you wait!"
He Batian's expression was extremely cold. He left behind a ruthless sentence and immediately left with the He Clan's martial artists through the exit.
Bang!
As soon as He Batian left with the He Clan's people, He Wuming completely sealed the entrance.
In other words …
If He Batian wanted to come back, he would have to break the entrance with all his strength!
"Damn it!"
He Batian cursed as he looked back at the sealed entrance.
A few months ago …
He brought many experts from the He Clan to the Cloud Valley, thinking that he could find the remains of a Heavenly Monarch. Unexpectedly, he found nothing and lost a large number of experts.
"Old Ancestor, should we go back?"
A Late-Stage Saint Immortal cultivator from the He Clan said fiercely, "He Wuming is just a genius from a third-rate clan in the Brilliant Void Territory. We …"
Slap!
He Batian slapped the Late-Stage Saint Immortal cultivator's face before he could finish his sentence.
"Trash! What were you doing just now? "He Batian said coldly," Go back yourself if you can. Don't drag us down. "
"I'm sorry, Old Ancestor."
The Late-Stage Saint Immortal cultivator held his slightly swollen cheek and lowered his head to admit his mistake.
The stronger the force, the stricter the hierarchy.
In the He Clan, apart from the Supreme Old Ancestor, He Batian's strength was the strongest.
It would not end well for anyone who offended him.
The rest of the He Clan's martial artists looked at him sympathetically.
"Come, let's go to another place."
He Batian took out a sheepskin scroll and glanced at it. Then, his figure flashed and he took a step forward. Whoosh!
Whoosh!
However …
He Batian had only taken a few steps when he saw two young martial artists appearing in his sight.
"Mm?"
He Batian frowned slightly when he saw the young man, as if he had seen him somewhere before.
"That's right!"
All of a sudden …
He Batian slapped his thigh and said, "Ning Yue killed He Hong's man!"
Whoosh!
The experts of the He Clan were startled when they heard He Batian's voice.
He Hong had long been appointed as the next Patriarch of the clan.
Who would have thought that he would be killed by a cultivator called Ning Yue?
The scene of the killing was recorded in the Memory Crystal.
The young man was exactly the same as the person who had killed He Hong, be it his appearance or aura!
"You chose to barge into Hell instead of taking the path to Heaven!"
He Batian's expression turned cold.
He was initially worried that he had nowhere to vent his anger, but now he had found a punching bag.
"Crap!"
Before Ning Yue could react, He Hai who was hiding inside the Red Demon Sword was startled.
He Hai was from the He Clan, thus he was extremely familiar with He Batian's aura.
He Hai was well aware of He Batian's strength.
As he did not know that Ning Yue's strength had improved significantly, He Hai did not think that Ning Yue could defeat He Batian!
"Hurry up and leave, the one in front is He Batian, He Hong's uncle!"
He Hai hurriedly transmitted his voice to Ning Yue to remind him.
"He Hong's uncle?"
Ning Yue was slightly startled, but he quickly recovered.
He Batian posed no threat to him at all.
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.
