"This child!"
The Thunder God muttered to himself. He thought of the past, of the little beggar he had picked up on the side of the road!
"Do you want to become stronger?"
That was what Lei Gong had said to Sheng Guiyi.
"Yes, I don't want to be poor anymore. As long as you can make me stronger, you will be my father!"
Sheng Guiyi looked at Lei Gong stubbornly. Because of that one sentence, Sheng Guiyi still saw Lei Gong as his teacher and father.
He was the only one who truly wanted to work for Lei Gong. He didn't want to replace Lei Gong.
Boom!
At this moment, another explosion was heard. Lei Gong's eyes trembled. He finally said, "I'll admit defeat for him. Deal!"
He knew that Sheng Guiyi wouldn't admit defeat unless he was dead.
He, the Thunder God, could no longer bear to see Saint Guiyi suffer such torment and die before his very eyes!
"Since Lord Lei Gong has spoken, I will naturally give you face!"
Emperor Thirteen grabbed Sheng Guiyi's neck and hit him with his other hand. Sheng Guiyi spat out a mouthful of blood. Emperor Thirteen then laughed, "Hehe, weaklings have no right to speak!"
He wanted to send Sheng Guiyi flying with a slap, but a hand grabbed his arm before he could do so.
"Eh!"
Emperor Thirteen's face changed. It happened so fast that he hadn't noticed it.
He turned around and saw a man standing beside Sheng Guiyi. His blue robe was fluttering in the wind and his face was as cold as ice.
Although he wasn't familiar with this person, he recognized him. He was Lin Ling, one of Lei Gong's subordinates.
"If we weren't fighting for a spot, I would have killed you!"
Lin Ling said with a murderous tone as he grabbed Emperor Thirteen's arm.
"Lin Ling, don't do anything rash!"
However, at this time, Lei Gong's voice floated over. Lin Ling suppressed the anger in his heart. He carried Sheng Guiyi on his back and flew towards Lei Gong!
Seeing this, Di Yi in the distance sneered and said indifferently, "Stray dog!"
As for those who had a grudge against Lin Ling, seeing Lin Ling lose face, they gloated.
However, Lin Ling ignored everyone's sneers. He carried Sheng Guiyi on his back and asked, "Sheng Guiyi, are you feeling better?"
"I'm sorry, I let you down! "
Sheng Guiyi was extremely weak. After saying those words, he fainted!
However, Lin Ling could feel a drop of warm tear flowing down his neck. It was Saint Guiyi's tear!
Sheng Guiyi had lost long ago. However, he was unwilling to admit defeat. Hence, he burned his Boundary Origin to win the battle. In the end, he was crippled by Emperor Thirteen!
The chances of recovering from being crippled in the Martial God Realm were one in ten thousand. After all, it was extremely difficult to break through the Martial God Realm!
Sheng Guiyi knew this himself. However, he was willing to take a gamble. Unfortunately, the outcome had disappointed him!
As for Emperor Thirteen, if he was a righteous man, he would definitely know Sheng Guiyi's intentions. He could defeat Sheng Guiyi, but he would never humiliate or cripple Sheng Guiyi!
"Lord Lei Gong, Sheng Guiyi …"
Lin Ling sighed as he came before Lei Gong.
Lei Gong looked deeply at Sheng Guiyi on Lin Ling's back. However, his expression did not change. He waved his hand and said, "Take him to heal!" "Alright."
Although his expression did not change, he felt as if his heart was being stabbed by a knife. He wanted to kill Emperor Thirteen!
However, Sheng Guiyi did not admit defeat. This was something that everyone had witnessed. Hence, even though he hated Sheng Guiyi, there was nothing he could do!
After Sheng Guiyi's defeat, the winners of the eastern region appeared. If it wasn't for Emperor Thirteen, Sheng Guiyi would definitely have gotten a slot!
Next, the winners of the western region, southern region and central region appeared!
As a result, the truth of the top ten spots was revealed! There were trial takers as well as Divine Generals among the top ten. Next, they would have to accept a challenge from the 40 people who had been defeated. If one of them could defeat one of the top ten, the defeated person would be stripped of his qualifications. If the challenger won, he would continue to fight.
Two challengers would be able to get a slot!
This was to prevent cheating!
For example, if Lin Ling had not defeated Zhong Shan, everyone would have thought that he had cheated!
"The 10 people who will enter the Eight Gods Heaven Palace, please come out and accept the challenge. Everyone only needs to win one battle to get a slot!" A voice rang out.
A voice rang out. Then, ten figures flew out from all directions and stood in the middle of the void!
Everyone's gazes were also fixed on the ten people, quietly burning with passion.
Among the 10 challengers, there were a few who were not very strong. Among the 50 challengers, they still had a chance to get a slot!
"I will challenge you, Meng Quan. You were in the western region and your opponents were not strong!"
At this moment, the first challenger appeared. It was the Divine General from Youjin!
"Old Meng? It's not that I look down on you, but you are no match for me! "
The man called Meng Quan laughed disdainfully, then walked out. His eyes were filled with an icy light. It was obvious that the two of them had always been at odds with each other!
"Old Meng is an expert from the southern region. It is said that he has cultivated for tens of thousands of years and is about to break through to the Martial God Realm. Moreover, he has a Grade Two Divine Fetus and his Divine Energy is not weak. He is ranked in the top 300!"
Everyone stared at the high-spirited Old Meng.
As for Meng Quan, he had a Grade Three Divine Fetus and his Divine Energy was not weak either. It was just that his cultivation level was slightly lower!
While the crowd was discussing, the two of them had already started to fight. The battle was extremely intense!
After the time it took for three incense sticks to burn, Old Meng was defeated and suffered some minor injuries!
"Do you think I am still as weak as I was in the past?"
Looking at the injured Old Meng, Meng Quan smiled excitedly. "Thank you for challenging me. Now, I have obtained a slot!"
The 10 slots could only be challenged once. If one won, he would have a slot!
Therefore, Meng Quan was naturally happy. Among the remaining challengers, there were a few who were not weak. If they challenged him, he might not be able to win!
After the first place was confirmed, there were still 9 challengers left!
All the challengers stared at the 9 challengers, trying to find out who was the weakest!
"Hehe, I have always thought that the winner of the northern region depended a lot on luck. Therefore, I, Di Yishan, will challenge you!"
At this moment, a voice was heard. Then, a man holding a wine pot walked out with a smile!
He was tall and wore heavy armor. When he gulped down the wine, he gave people a sense of heroism!
"Di Yishan?"
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