Ye Futian's forceful questioning made the vast space around the City Lord's Residence silent.
For a moment, Zhu Kong could not answer.
There was nothing wrong with what Ye Futian said. Since he had acknowledged Emperor Kua and belonged to the Nine Major Tribes, then he had to accept his will.
Obviously, this was just a robbery, and there was no righteousness involved.
The so-called charges were nothing more than groundless accusations.
"Even if he is the heir of Emperor Kua, he can only come from the Nine Major Tribes. How can it have anything to do with you, an outsider?" Chong Lou, the leader of the Chong Tribe, said. His eyes were extremely overbearing as he glanced at Ye Futian.
Ye Futian looked at him and said, "Chong Lou, the leader of the Chong Tribe, your name comes from the Chong Lou Battle Form of Emperor Kua's inheritance."
Chong Lou stared at Ye Futian. Sure enough, he had inherited the complete path of Emperor Kua, and he even knew about the Chong Lou Battle Form.
"Since it has nothing to do with outsiders, why did the Nine Major Tribes invite the winner of the Flames of the Way to enter the Ancestral Land?" Ye Futian asked, "Isn't it because there is no one in the Nine Major Tribes, so you borrowed the power of outsiders to take the inheritance for you, and then killed them after taking it?"
Chong Lou's pupils contracted slightly, containing a very domineering will. When his eyes opened and closed, there seemed to be an incomparably terrifying phantom of the Flaming God of War appearing in Ye Futian's eyes, as if it wanted to directly crush him.
Ye Futian's eyes were also burning with flames, and his aura bloomed. Although these people did not make a move, just a look and a wisp of aura could give him great pressure.
Figures of the Saint Plane from the Nine Major Tribes stepped out, and their auras were terrible. They stared at Ye Futian, and behind Chong Lou, there was also a cultivator who stepped forward, bathed in flames.
Ye Futian said that there was no one in the Nine Major Tribes.
When he saw the person who walked out, Ye Futian glanced at him with disdain.
"After so many years in the Western Region, it seems that the Nine Major Tribes have forgotten who they are. They did not follow Emperor Kua's will, and they have no self-awareness," Ye Futian said indifferently.
"Even without your existence, the Nine Major Tribes will get what Emperor Kua left sooner or later. Chong Li of the Chong Tribe, let me see where your confidence comes from." The figure saw Ye Futian's disdainful expression and walked forward. He was the number one among the younger generation of the Zhong Clan, and his combat ability was extremely terrifying.
He didn't enter the ancestral land this time. The members of the Nine Great Tribes would wait until their cultivation bases were higher before entering the ancestral land. That way, they would have a greater chance of success. At the same time, they would continue to invite outsiders to work for the nine ancestral lands.
Ye Futian was right. The Nine Great Ancestral Lands had only invited them to be used.
But this time, the fire of the Ancestral Lands had been taken away, and Emperor Kua's ruins had disappeared.
Chong Li had always wanted to inherit what Emperor Kua had left behind. However, before he could visit the Ancestral Lands, they were gone.
The warriors of the Chong Clan did not stop Chong Li from making a move. Chong Li was extremely talented, and he was an extraordinary genius who had a high chance of opening the door to the Ancestral Lands and inheriting Emperor Kua's relics.
Their Zhong tribe had always placed high hopes on them.
But now, everything was on Ye Futian.
Chong Li stepped into the void, and the might of the Divine Path swept out, pressing down on Ye Futian. Every time he took a step, he was like a flaming god of war, stepping on Ye Futian.
"Who among you will make a move?" Xia Qingyuan said to the people behind her.
Did this Chong Li want to fight Ye Futian directly?
The other side had come from the Nine Great Tribes, and there were many warriors. Chong Li was just a junior, and he wanted to fight the City Lord of Qianye City directly. Was he worthy?
"I'll go."
A voice came out, and as the voice fell, a sword broke through the air, like lightning and thunder, cutting through the void.
Among the crowd, a figure stepped forward. Between heaven and earth, the sword will filled the sky, whistling forward.
Chong Li's eyes swept down, and the terrifying fire of the Great Path burned down. The space shook, as if he wanted to kill his opponent with a single look. However, the eyes of the person who stepped out were like swords, tearing everything apart, and the will attack that pierced into his eyes was directly shattered.
"Boom!" The fighting will was monstrous, and Chong Li's body turned into a flaming god of war. As he stepped down, the void roared and shook, and a giant flaming footprint stepped on the void, burning mountains and boiling seas.
The sword arrived and directly pierced into the giant flaming footprint. With a loud noise, it pierced directly into it, trying to tear it to pieces.
The surrounding space seemed to be torn apart.
Chong Li stepped forward again, and the Flames of the Way on his body seemed to be more powerful and overbearing. His whole person also became more majestic. Another step was taken, and the giant flaming footprint seemed to overlap with the giant footprint just now, and its power soared, destroying the opponent's sword will.
The person who stepped out pointed his finger forward, and the sword qi whistled, turning into a terrible storm of sword qi, wrapping up the opponent's attack. At the same time, a stronger sword will was integrated into the previous sword, moving forward with indomitable will.
Chong Li continued to step forward, and the might became stronger and stronger. His body became more and more majestic. The Zhonglou Battle Form had 13 layers, and each layer was stronger than the one before.
Chong Li took seven steps and released seven layers of the battle form.
However, the opponent did not take a step back. The sword will opened the way, and in the giant flaming footprint that was condensed like a tall building, there was infinite bright sword light shining, raging violently. At the same time, a giant sword pierced into it bit by bit, and the two forces were extremely strong.
Many cultivators of the Chong tribe frowned. Chong Li was already an extremely powerful figure in their tribe. Even in the nine major tribes, he was a top figure in this realm. Ye Futian had not stepped out, and Xia Qingyuan had not made a move. How could there be someone who could compete with Chong Li?
At that moment, the blazing footprint was surrounded by towering flames and resplendent sword light. Finally, with a loud bang, everything was destroyed. Flames and sword Qi wreaked havoc in the surroundings, causing a destructive storm to sweep through the space.
"Who is that?" someone asked. These two people in the initial realm of Saint Plane were very strong.
"It should be a cultivator from Emperor Xia's Realm," someone said secretly.
Ye Futian looked calm, watching the battle in the void. Chong Li's strength was indeed very good.
As for Chong Li's opponent, it was a swordsman above the 33 in Lihen Heaven of Emperor Xia's Realm, Wang Chuan.
The two fought fiercely, and many cultivators in the vast space released their aura to resist the aftermath of the battle between the two.
Zhu Kong and Chong Lou stared at the battlefield. At this time, another cultivator stepped forward and entered the battlefield. It was Zhu Nan, a genius of the Saint Plane of the Zhu tribe.
Not only him, but cultivators of the major tribes also stepped forward and entered the battlefield.
These people were all in the Saint Plane, and it seemed that they wanted to force Ye Futian to fight.
If they could directly take down Ye Futian, there would be no need for the top figures of the various tribes to do anything. They only needed to block the top figures of the other side.
These cultivators stepped forward and went directly to the battlefield where Wang Chuan was. Ye Futian frowned, and before he spoke, there were figures beside him stepping into the void.
The Sword Saint and Gu Dongliu were the first to step out and go straight to the battlefield.
After that, Ye Wuchen and Xu Chehan also stepped toward the battlefield.
In addition, a cultivator of the Xuanyuan clan and Divine Cloud Valley also stepped out, corresponding to the number of people on the other side, and each went to find their own opponent.
In an instant, in the battlefield, the holy might swept the sky and the earth, suppressing the vast space outside the City Lord's Office.
The Sword Saint directly took out the demonic blade. He did not regard this as a battle, but as a battlefield.
Today, the nine major tribes themselves did not come to fight, but to capture someone.
In an instant, the demonic might roared into the sky, and the blade will integrated into the body of the Sword Saint, making his body seem to be covered with a layer of demonic armor.
The demonic blade swallowed and spat a terrible demonic light, and the violent airflow swept the void between heaven and earth. He appeared in front of a cultivator of the Raven tribe, whose body was dazzling, and the light of the Golden Raven bloomed. But when the Sword Saint slashed out with his blade, the sky seemed to be cut open by a terrible crack in hell.
His expression changed dramatically, and an incomparably huge Golden Raven appeared, smashing out, trying to block the blade light, but under the demonic blade, the Golden Raven's figure was directly cut in half.
The terrible sharpened blade slashed down, and with a squelch, the Golden Raven's fire feathers that had condensed behind him were directly cut off. His whole body was still quickly dodging, and he was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat.
"This demonic blade …" Many cultivators stared at the blade in the Sword Saint's hand. The blade will was far stronger than the Sword Saint's realm, like the blade of ten thousand demons, and when the blade was slashed out, it was full of violent breath.
Gu Dongliu's opponent was a cultivator of the Nanli tribe. His body was shining with divine light, surrounded by ancient characters, and the Great Path resonated. His aura soared, and when his palm print blasted out, it seemed that the sky and earth were falling apart, and it was extremely overbearing.
Xu Chehan walked toward a cultivator of the Shang tribe, and his body floated toward the other. His aura was not strong, and when the other saw him approaching, a cold smile flashed in his eyes, and in the palm of his hand, brilliant golden flames flowed.
When Xu Chehan came close, his palm print blasted out and collided with Xu Chehan's palm.
"You have a death wish," he said coldly when he saw that Xu Chehan had dared to touch his palm, and his murderous intent was strong.
When the two palm prints collided, the terrible scorching current of flames instantly rushed into Xu Chehan's arm, and even went all the way forward, rushing into Xu Chehan's body.
Xu Chehan grunted, and there was a terrible golden flame in his body that destroyed everything, rushing into his internal organs. His body was directly shaken back, and blood flowed from his mouth.
But at the same time, his opponent also let out a cry of surprise, looking at his palm.
His flaming palm had turned black, and soon his arm was the same. The golden flame and the dark color mixed together, and it looked extremely ferocious and terrible.
"Poison Sorcery." His face was the same, and the golden flame light merged into the dark current.
But what was even more frightening was that he felt that this poison sorcery was deliberately prepared for his flames. It scattered when it came into contact with the fire, invading his internal organs, limbs, and bones.
Xu Chehan did not feel good either. He took out a pill and put it in his mouth, then left the battlefield. His aura turned, and his poison sorcery turned into medicine. A healing light covered his body, repairing the damaged parts.
In terms of combat ability, he was certainly not a match for the saints chosen by the nine tribes of Crimson Dragon Realm, but his poison sorcery was unexpected, and it was enough to make his opponent suffer.
The situation on the battlefield was obviously not as the big tribes had expected.
They did not have any advantage at all.
Ye Futian did not even make a move!
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