Chapter 1138
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The day passed very quickly. The Insane Sect did not interact with anyone else, but the other Holy Lands had frequent contact. Everyone knew each other well and understood the existence of each other's foundation. It was easy for them to cooperate.
The Insane Sect was alone and had to fight alone. They also had to face the second Sorcerer God.
On the morning of the third day, the Insane Sect left Xuanyuan Liu and Yan Yunbei in the inn to take care of Li Feng. Everyone else went to the battlefield.
Ye Qinghan had nine battles today. The first was against Wu Zulong, the second was against Feng Qingshen, the third was against Coiling Tiger, the fourth was against Ji Wuhen, and the fifth was against Qing Emperor Xuanyuan. Most of the people behind him were followers of various Holy Lands. Their cultivations were extremely terrifying. None of them were easy to deal with, especially Feng Qingshen, Coiling Tiger, and Qing Emperor Xuanyuan. These three had never fought against Ye Qinghan before and did not know him at all.
Ye Qinghan didn't have the slightest bit of time to rest throughout the entire day. There were roughly two to three matches between the nine matches.
Ye Qinghan relaxed his mental state. He focused his attention on transforming the Great Wastelands Stele into the Great Wastelands Armor. He covered it with a layer of flaming divine robes. Not even the Sacred Lords would be able to discover that he was wearing an Overgod robe, and an Overgod artifact at that.
However, this state consumed a lot of divine power. Ye Qinghan needed to be on high alert for an entire day. After these nine battles, he would be exhausted.
Ye Qinghan's gaze swept past the experts and discovered that their gazes were somewhat strange. Their eyes were filled with mockery and killing intent. Only Coiling Tiger's eyes had a strange fluctuation. His hands formed a strange seal, attacking his right hand with his left hand. However, his speed was extremely fast, and he returned to normal in the blink of an eye.
"What is he doing? Is he warning me by attacking my right hand with his left hand? "
Ye Qinghan frowned. He looked at Emperor Ye and found that she had also noticed Coiling Tiger's hand gesture.
"His left hand attacking his right hand seems to be warning us to be wary of our left hand. Is he referring to the Sorcerer Race on our left?" Emperor Ye secretly asked.
Ye Qinghan glanced at the Second Sorcerer and found that he was not observing the Insane Sect, nor did he mention anything about the alliance. He had probably given up on the Insane Sect because he could no longer control it.
Hu — — —
Ye Qinghan took a deep breath through his nostrils. He decided to give up on the Wizard Alliance and severely injure Wu Zulong first.
Wu Zulong looked coldly at Ye Qinghan, as though he was looking forward to a battle with him. He naturally did not believe that a mortal like Ye Qinghan could defeat a Divine Son of the Sorcerer race like him!
"I will use my strength to prove that I am not inferior to the Shaman Emperor. The second generation ancestor's eyes must be wrong. I will take back the glory and glory that belongs to me!"
The murderous aura in the arena gathered once again. The battle between the Kings had begun when Ye Kun had crippled Li Feng. It had developed into a battle of honor between individuals. No one could afford to lose.
The battle on the arena was between the follower of the Pan Clan, Qiu Yaojie, and Qin Wentian of the Devil God Mountain. Qiu Yaojie was indeed powerful. Even when facing one of the strongest physiques in the Primal Chaos Era, the Ethereal Physique, he was still undefeated and could even attack.
Qin Wentian's cultivation had grown too much. From a young age, he could shuttle through ordinary metal and wood. Now, he could shuttle through space. His traces were strange and his attacks were swift and fierce. He had cultivated the Ethereal Physique to the peak. His Ethereal Swordplay was hard to defend against.
Ye Qinghan nodded repeatedly. He was very satisfied with Qin Wentian's growth. However, he was also very serious because he could not be sure which side Qin Wentian would stand on in the end.
Whoosh — —
A sword hum broke Ye Qinghan's thoughts. A ray of sword light like a rainbow pierced through space. Qin Wentian suddenly appeared behind Qiu Yaojie. His posture was ethereal as he stepped on the void. His sword was placed on Qiu Yaojie's neck. Although Qiu Yaojie had predicted Qin Wentian's attack trajectory, it was not perfect. He stabbed his sword backward but missed, passing through two inches in front of Qin Wentian's abdomen.
Defeated. Qiu Yaojie's eyes were filled with helplessness. Qin Wentian's trajectory was hard to predict and his speed was fast. He felt that even if he fought against a peak-level Divine Child, he would still have a chance to win. Only when facing Qin Wentian did he not know how to use his strength and how to fight.
The next battle was still Qin Wentian. However, his opponent was Xia Ziluo of the Kuang Sect.
Xia Ziluo was clad in purple, she flew over with the Hell Reincarnation Diagram in her hands. Her slender jade-like hands were clenched tightly. She was very powerful, but she was a little afraid of Qin Wentian. Qin Wentian was too bizarre, he could truly soar through the skies and burrow through the earth.
However, after Xia Ziluo entered the barrier, Qin Wentian used his bright eyes to look at Ye Qinghan, who was sitting on the chair with a serious expression. He sighed softly and said, "I admit defeat for this battle."
Everyone was in an uproar. Qin Wentian clearly had the strength to fight again, and Xia Ziluo was obviously not his opponent. They did not understand why she would admit defeat.
Mo Li frowned. He did not expect Qin Wentian to care so much about Ye Qinghan's feelings at such an important occasion. He felt betrayed, and that shame could not be erased.
Hmph!
Mo Li snorted in a low voice. He would rather Ye Kun admit defeat against Li Feng than Qin Wentian admit defeat against Xia Ziluo. Perhaps this was the human heart, but unfortunately, things did not go as he wished.
Ye Qinghan nodded at Qin Wentian and smiled gratefully. The more the Kuang Sect gained, the less pressure he felt.
After receiving Ye Qinghan's affirmation, Qin Wentian was in a good mood. He was even happier than when he defeated Qiu Yaojie. He skipped away from the barrier like a child.
The next battle was between Ye Qinghan and Wu Zulong!
Kacha — —
Ye Qinghan clenched his fists and cracked his neck. The sound of bones cracking could be heard. Then, he stepped into the barrier.
Xia Ziluo quickly left the barrier and stared at Ye Qinghan. She wanted to watch the battle between the top experts.
Many Kings were looking forward to watching the battle between the top Divine Sons. These existences could decide life and death in an instant. Their reactions and moves were the essence. Watching them fight to the death was far better than training for ten years!
Wu Zulong stepped into the barrier, but before he entered, the second generation Sorcerer God transmitted his voice to him. "You are not his opponent. To avoid serious injuries, admit defeat."
Wu Zulong's figure froze. He was furious. He did not expect the second generation Sorcerer God to look down on him. He could not help but clench his fists and step forward firmly.
"I will definitely win! At least he won't win so easily, "Wu Zulong roared in a low voice. He stepped into the barrier and stared at Ye Qinghan.
Ye Qinghan smiled coldly and directly charged at Wu Zulong. He did not even bother to defend himself. He was domineering.
"You will pay the price for looking down on me!"
Wu Zulong roared. Sorcerer God's power surged and filled the barrier. With a sword in the air, he used the Sorcerer Race's ancestral technique. Sword Qi rushed towards Ye Qinghan.
Both of them were extremely powerful. In the blink of an eye, they clashed.
Yin — — —
The moment Wu Zulong's sword touched Ye Qinghan, a desolate divine light flashed in Ye Qinghan's left palm. He then grabbed Wu Zulong's sword.
Boom!
Qi rushed into the clouds. Wu Zulong felt as if his sword was controlled by a supreme god. He could not pull it back or attack.
Bang!
Ye Qinghan punched his wrist that was holding the sword. Wu Zulong's sword flew out of his hand. He had snatched the white blade with his bare hands!
Boom!
Ye Qinghan followed closely. With a back whip, his leg smashed into Wu Zulong's head. He slammed Wu Zulong straight into the ground.
Hua!
With a stomp, a surge of divine power rushed out from the ground and bounced Wu Zulong up. Ye Qinghan pulled his body back and punched from behind. Flames burst out.
"Desolate World Breaking Technique!"
Bang!
Ye Qinghan's punch landed on Wu Zulong's chest. The power of desolation shattered most of Wu Zulong's life force. His organs were almost crushed. His soul was also severely injured. His body was like a kite with a broken string. He fell to the ground with a thud. He did not even have time to groan before he fainted.
A simple empty-handed grab followed by a back whip kick and a Desolate World Breaking Technique. A top Son of God was almost crippled.
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