The Holy Lord's eyes darkened. Holy energy erupted from his body, as if he had never been poisoned before.
"Mu Fengyun, do you really think you're my match?
You've underestimated me. Since you dare to come here today, I'll kill you in the Holy Palace. "
The Holy Lord looked at Mu Fengyun coldly.
"Rumble!"
In the blink of an eye, the Holy Lord and Mu Fengyun had exchanged countless blows in the air.
Another ray of holy light whizzed out. "Mu Qingchen, since my father dealt with Mu Fengyun, I'll deal with you! You dared to snatch my Holy Prince position and humiliate me like that.
Today, I will make you my defeated opponent. I will crush every bone in your body and drain all your blood. "
Mu Qingchen coldly said, "You can't do it?"
An even stronger holy light erupted from Mu Qingchen's body, beautiful and dazzling.
Even though Sheng Taoyang was the Holy Lord's son, and was much stronger than Mu Qingchen, he lost all his splendor.
Whether it was appearance or temperament, the difference was too great.
Sheng Taoyang stared coldly at this noble young man, as if the Heavens were looking after him, and no one else could surpass him. Jealousy surged in Sheng Taoyang's eyes.
Mu Qingchen must die! Sheng Taoyang's strength rose to peak Ninth Order Spirit God Realm, but he was still lacking compared to his father, the Holy Lord.
Even though Mu Qingchen was only a Third Order Spirit God Realm, his black eyes still shone with confidence.
What he wanted to do was to surpass that man.
A mere Sheng Taoyang, he would definitely lose! Terrifying holy energy turned into a storm as the two people fiercely clashed in the air.
The sword in Mu Qingchen's hand turned into rays of cold light, shooting towards Sheng Taoyang like lightning. His battle intent became stronger and stronger.
"You … how did you become so strong all of a sudden?"
Sheng Taoyang was shocked.
Back in the Holy Altar, he had fought with Mu Qingchen.
Even if his strength had increased by three First Order Spirit God Realm, he wouldn't be as strong as he was today.
Mu Qingchen chased after Sheng Taoyang with his sword. Sheng Taoyang, who felt that victory was already in his grasp, was now being chased by Mu Qingchen.
Mu Qian had been paying attention to her brother. Seeing Sheng Taoyang retreating step by step, she smiled, "Brother is so handsome!"
"Look at me, don't look at him! I'm stronger. "
Jiu Ye whispered in her ear.
"Yes! I know that, but big brother is also good-looking.
Jiu Ye, did you notice anything wrong with Big Brother? "
Mu Qian asked.
She couldn't tell if Shenghua Lu was talking nonsense or if the Holy Lord's methods were too secretive.
"No!"
Jiu Ye replied.
Mu Qingchen had the upper hand against Sheng Taoyang.
Mu Fengyun naturally had the upper hand against a Sacred Master.
It had to be said that the Holy Master's foundation was much deeper, but Mu Fengyun was someone who had fought against the Death God before. His battle prowess was so strong that the Holy Master couldn't even shake him.
As for the other members of the Sacred Race, because they were poisoned, they were quickly dealt with by the experts of the Heavenly Profound World.
Of course, they knew that His Majesty and Her Highness did not need any help. They only needed to admire their unparalleled battle postures from the side.
"Boom!"
A terrifying power wreaked havoc in the air, and a bolt of silver lightning fiercely struck towards the Holy Lord.
Boom!
The Holy Lord smashed into the ground from the sky.
"Puff puff puff …" A mouthful of black blood spurted out.
The terrifying poison that had disappeared before appeared again. The Holy Lord seemed to have aged forty or fifty years in an instant.
"The Myriad Poison Evil Dragon's poison is too overbearing. If you weren't poisoned, you wouldn't have been able to defeat me."
The Holy Lord said unwillingly.
"Puff puff puff …" On the other side, Mu Qingchen's countless sword strikes were launched.
Sheng Taoyang's pupils shrank. He couldn't dodge and could only use all his Holy Power to defend.
"Swish swish swish —" Mu Qingchen's attack was even more powerful. Sheng Taoyang's defense could only block for a while before it collapsed.
"Rumble!"
In fact, Mu Qingchen's strength rose again at this moment, becoming a Fourth Stage Spiritual God.
His momentum rose steadily, sweeping away everything in its path towards Sheng Taoyang.
"Puff puff puff —" Sheng Taoyang's body was covered with countless bloody wounds, his whole body powerlessly fell from the sky.
He was the Holy Son of the Sacred Race. In the Sacred Race, he could order countless experts to kill Mu Qingchen.
However, that was in the past. Now that he was seriously injured by Mu Qingchen, there was no one around him that could be used.
His father was also defeated, and no one could save him.
Mu Fengyun looked at Sheng Ningyue and said. "My wife, he! I'll kill him. "
Sheng Ningyue looked at the Holy Lord, her eyes were cold, and said. "Fengyun, if you want to kill him, then kill him."
She still has feelings for the Sacred Race, but only disgust for the Holy Lord. He is not worthy to be the Holy Lord of the Sacred Race.
The Holy Lord said. "I also know that I will die. At least let me say my last words before I die.
My last words are related to Mu Qingchen. "
Mu Qian rushed over and said. "What last words do you have?
Say it! "
They thought that the Holy Lord wanted to use Mu Qingchen to save his life, but in fact, this was not the case.
The Holy Lord said. "I am very clear about Qingchen's talent. I now announce that Qingchen will become the Holy Lord of the Sacred Race.
I also hope that you will not destroy the Sacred Race. "
"Puff puff puff …" Sheng Taoyang's whole body was in pain, but his father's words simply destroyed his reason.
"Father, you really are more optimistic about Mu Qingchen. Am I your son, or is he?
You don't care about my life and death, but let Mu Qingchen be the Holy Son. "
He looked at the Holy Lord with eyes full of complaints.
Even if he knew that even if the Holy Lord let him take over now, he can't sit still, he was still very angry.
"I'm not interested."
Mu Qingchen said lightly.
Sheng Taoyang has been the Holy Son for so many years, he always wanted to take over his father's position.
Now that this position fell on Mu Qingchen's head, he actually refused, which made his face twisted with jealousy.
"You … … you will be as loyal to Qingchen as you are to me, you should be able to save your life."
The Holy Lord ordered some of his confidants.
Mu Fengyun coldly said. "What does my son want to do?
It's not your turn to tell me what to do, you can die now! "
"Puff!"
Mu Fengyun mercilessly pierced the Holy Lord's heart.
From the beginning to the end, he did not use any life-saving cards to threaten him, and he was completely dead.
Mu Qian walked to Mu Qingchen's side and said. "Brother, do you feel any discomfort?"
"No!"
Mu Qingchen replied.
"I'm going to kill Sheng Taoyang."
Mu Qingchen raised his sword and without hesitation, he sent the pale Sheng Taoyang to accompany his father.
Blood splashed, and Sheng Taoyang's shadow suddenly changed.
A dark shadow enveloped Mu Qingchen, imprisoning him.
A pair of white hands without much blood color appeared from the shadow, holding a sharp dagger against Mu Qingchen's neck.
Then, a dark figure appeared behind Mu Qingchen like a ghost.
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
