Battle Royale
Whoosh!
Without a doubt, Earthshaker would first go up against Jiuding The Venerable.
Jiuding The Venerable was a Sixth Grade Supreme Martial Artist. On Ning Yue's side, only Earthshaker could contend with Jiuding The Venerable.
As for Ning Yue and the Eight-legged Centipede, they were not strong enough to fight against Jiuding The Venerable.
At the very least, on the surface, he was no match for Jiuding The Venerable. He was no match for Jiuding The Venerable.
"Go! We will grind Ning Yue's bones to dust. "
"Yes, yes. Hurry up and kill Ning Yue. Avenge He Wen, Bao Chang, and Zhang Jun."
"Ning Yue doesn't know what's good for him. He deserves to die. Everyone, let's attack together. I don't believe we can't kill him!"
"…"
Seeing Jiuding The Venerable and the Earthshaker fight, the remaining powerhouses of the Nine Cauldrons Divine Pavilion roared and rushed towards Ning Yue.
Ning Yue was only a half-step Supreme-Being. How powerful could he be?
In the eyes of the remaining cultivators of the Nine Cauldrons Divine Pavilion, Ning Yue's strength was at most that of a Fourth Grade Human Sovereign.
As long as they worked together, killing Ning Yue would be a piece of cake.
"Humph! If you want to kill Ning Yue, have you asked for my permission? "
The Eight-legged Centipede took a step forward and coldly snorted, "I can even kill a Pinnacle Fourth Grade Human Sovereign, Bao Chang, let alone small fries like you."
Whoosh!
After being berated by the Eight-legged Centipede, the Nine Furnace Divine Pavilion martial artists all stopped.
Bao Chang's tragic death was still vivid in their minds.
"Trash, all of you are trash. All Martial Artists above Grade 3 Human Supreme, deal with the Eight-legged Centipede. Martial Artists below Grade 3 Human Supreme, deal with Ning Yue!"
While Jiuding The Venerable was fighting with the Earthshaker, he did not forget to remind him.
Huala!
The Nine-cauldron Venerable One's words were very effective.
After Bao Chang and the others were killed, the Nine Furnace Divine Pavilion still had 15 martial artists remaining.
Among them, there were seven Third Grade Human Supremes, seven Second Grade Human Supremes, and one Fourth Grade Human Supremes.
Currently, seven Grade 3 Human Supremes and one Grade 4 Human Supremes were charging towards the Eight-legged Centipede, engaging it in a fierce battle.
The remaining seven Second Grade Supreme Martial Artists rushed towards Ning Yue.
"I'll let you know how powerful I am."
The corners of Ning Yue's mouth curled slightly as he watched the martial practitioners approaching him. Soon after, the Red Demon Sword appeared, and a couple of sword glows slashed out in the air.
These sword lights were so powerful that even the void began to tremble.
Puff!
One of the Second Grade Supreme Martial Artists was caught off guard and was hit by the sword light.
The sword light that Ning Yue slashed out could be said to be extremely powerful.
Not to mention a Second Grade Supreme Martial Artist, even an ordinary Third Grade Supreme Martial Artist would not dare to say that they could block it.
"Gulp!"
Seeing that Ning Yue had killed a Second Grade Supreme Martial Artist with a single slash, the martial practitioners of the Nine Furnace Divine Pavilion all stopped in their tracks, not daring to move forward.
Wasn't Ning Yue a little too powerful?
That was a Second Grade Supreme Martial Artist, and he was actually killed by him with a single slash?
"Everyone, don't be afraid. No matter how powerful he is, he's only a half-step Supreme Martial Artist. I don't believe that he can overturn the heavens!"
After a while, another Second Grade Supreme Martial Artist from the Nine Furnace Divine Pavilion let out a low roar and instantly charged out.
This Second Grade Supreme Martial Artist was very smart. He did not fight Ning Yue head-on, but took out a King Grade Middle Grade Flying Sword and blasted out a shocking sword light in the air.
"Soaring Heavens Sword Art!"
"Soaring Heavens Sword Art, a King Grade Upper Grade Martial Skill. When executed to the extreme, its power is comparable to a King Grade Top Grade Martial Skill."
"Zhao Hu's cultivation is at the peak of Second Grade Supreme Martial Artist. Coupled with the Soaring Heavens Sword Art, he has an 80% chance of killing Ning Yue."
"Of course. It seems that we don't even need to do anything. Ning Yue will be … What?!"
However, before the last martial practitioner could finish his sentence, his mouth was slightly agape, and his face was filled with fear.
He saw Ning Yue holding the Red Demon Sword in his hand. He took a step forward and arrived before Zhao Hu.
The Red Demon Sword waved repeatedly, dispersing the Soaring Heavens Sword Art that Zhao Hu had slashed out.
Then, Ning Yue stabbed out with the Red Demon Sword in a straight line.
Puff!
The sound of a flying sword stabbing into flesh rang out.
The martial practitioners of the Nine Furnace Divine Pavilion were all dumbfounded.
If the previous Second Grade Supreme Martial Artist was killed because of carelessness, then the fact that Zhao Hu was killed even after using the Soaring Heavens Sword Art was enough to show how terrifying Ning Yue was.
In just a few seconds, two Second Grade Human Supremacies were killed.
The remaining five Second Grade Supreme Martial Artists even began to retreat, not daring to advance.
"A bunch of trash!"
The Nine Furnace Divine Pavilion's Fourth Grade Supreme Martial Artist, Zhang Qiang, led seven Third Grade Supreme Martial Artists to attack the Eight-legged Centipede, and they even had the upper hand.
When he saw that two Second Grade Supreme Martial Artists had died, he immediately cursed.
"You guys hold them off first. I'll be right back."
With a low grunt, Zhang Qiang's figure flashed and he flew towards Ning Yue.
Zhang Qiang was a Fourth Grade Supreme Martial Artist, so he was very confident.
In his opinion, Ning Yue had been overdrawing his life force.
When Ning Yue killed He Wen just now, he must have used up all his trump cards.
The current Ning Yue was strong on the outside, but empty on the inside, not worth mentioning.
"Ning Yue, I'll help you!"
Seeing Zhang Qiang rush towards Ning Yue, the Eight-legged Centipede hurriedly said.
"There's no need. A mere Fourth Grade Supreme Martial Artist can't stop me."
Ning Yue waved his hand, indicating that the Eight-legged Centipede didn't need to help.
He could even kill He Wen, so why would he be afraid of Zhang Qiang?
One had to know that Zhang Qiang's strength was more than a level lower than He Wen's.
"Arrogant!"
Zhang Qiang roared, and his fist brought with it an extremely violent Yuan Qi gale, ruthlessly smashing towards Ning Yue.
Zhang Qiang used 100% of his strength in this move.
All for the sake of killing Ning Yue in one move!
"Three Lives Palm!"
Although Ning Yue was very confident in killing Zhang Qiang, he still chose to go all out against Zhang Qiang's fist.
Hit the snake where it hurts, don't hold back.
This sentence had always been Ning Yue's code of conduct.
As long as he was determined to kill someone, he couldn't hold back. He had to go all out and thoroughly kill that person!
"Hahaha, how can a soft palm print block my fist light?"
Zhang Qiang laughed when he felt the Yuan Qi ripple on Ning Yue's palm.
"Is that so?"
The corner of Ning Yue's lips curled up, and the Yuan Qi in his sea of consciousness frantically poured into his palm.
Chi Chi!
Ning Yue was already at the Half-Step Supremacy Realm, so he had a lot of Yuan Qi in his sea of consciousness. When the Yuan Qi poured into his palm, it immediately caused a chi chi sound.
"Zhang Qiang, take this, Three Lives Palm!"
As Ning Yue spoke, a huge palm print peeled off from Ning Yue's palm.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
In mid-air, the palm print split into three and shot towards Zhang Qiang from three different directions.
"What!"
Feeling the majestic Yuan Qi ripple on the three palm prints, Zhang Qiang's expression finally changed.
This was not a move that a Half-Step Supremacy Realm martial artist could execute. Even as a Grade-4 Human Supremacy Realm martial artist, he couldn't execute this move.
"Let's do it!"
However, the current situation was like an arrow on a bowstring, and Zhang Qiang had no choice but to release it.
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