Lin Fan shook his head lightly and sighed slightly in his heart.
to be honest.
He himself was a little worried.
According to Emperor Shitian's own statement in the original work, when he rebelled against Tianxiahui from Fengyun, he had been hiding in secret and watching everything that happened between Fengyun and the two of them.
this means.
At this time, Emperor Shitian should be following Fengyun and the two.
But Lin Fan discovered that he had not discovered the existence of this person at all.
Emperor Shitian is immortal and has thousands of years of power.
Although his martial arts qualifications are average, ten years of training may not be as good as one year of training for a genius.
But if you can’t handle it, people have unlimited time. If ten years is not enough, then practice for a hundred years. If a hundred years is not enough, then practice for a thousand years.
Therefore, after thousands of years, an old monster finally appeared in this world. Not only has he lived for thousands of years, but he also has thousands of years of power!
The strength of Emperor Shitian is unimaginable!
Thinking of that nearly perverted thousand-year-old monster, Lin Fan couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency in his heart.
He is very strong now, but facing the top combat powers in Fengyun World, such as Emperor Shitian, Xiao Sanxiao, and one of the four auspicious beasts, True Dragon, this strength is still not enough!
After thousands of years of practice, even an idiot can become an incredible being.
Sighing slightly, Lin Fan ignored the bustling crowd outside the mansion and continued to practice in seclusion.
He didn't want to be like Nie Feng, who had been followed and monitored by Emperor Shitian for several years and still knew nothing.
So, another month has passed.
Time has come to the Double Ninth Festival.
Outside the palace hall where the Supreme Martial Arts Master lives, Juewu Shen posted a message and summoned all the heroes from the world to come and witness his enthronement ceremony.
Juewushen, who was dressed in black armor, looked domineering and glanced coldly at the martial arts people in the audience.
Then, he asked in a cold voice: "Today, I want to be the supreme king of the martial arts world. Is there anyone here who objects?"
All the martial arts people who were swept by him lowered their heads in fear, and their faces were very ugly.
Ever since Jue Wu Shen captured Wu Ming and defeated Feng Yun to join forces, he has become the rumored number one master in the world today, and no one dares to take advantage of him.
Seeing the fearful looks of everyone in the audience, Jue Wushen looked proud and laughed.
"You don't have to worry. If you have any opinions, it's okay to say so. I'm not a tyrannical person, so I can still tolerate opinions."
Hearing what Jue Wushen said, the people in the arena looked at each other with doubts on their faces.
And this time.
Among the crowd, a middle-aged uncle holding a blue steel sword and wearing a Confucian shirt looked hesitant.
After a long time, he finally made up his mind, suddenly stepped out, and loudly clasped his fists towards Jue Wushen on the stage:
"I'm Bai Songhe, the Sword Guard in Jiangnan. You are absolutely godless. You are not from the Central Plains. How can you interfere in the affairs of our Central Plains martial arts world? Moreover, the supreme martial arts master is not a concession system. What you are doing is inconsistent with etiquette and law."
Bai Songhe, the second generation disciple of Shoujian Zhai, nicknamed Zhengqi Jian, is the younger brother of Bai Lutang, the current master of the Zhaijian.
Although he is a bit pedantic, he does behave decently and is not a bad person.
He used to have a reputation as a chivalrous person in the martial arts world, so as soon as he said these words, many martial arts people in the audience immediately echoed his words.
"Yes, Palace Master Jue, you are not from the Central Plains, so why should you interfere in the position of supreme leader in our martial arts world?"
"Hmph, I, the Bashu Tang Clan, have no control over someone else becoming the supreme martial arts master. But a barbarian also wants to rule my Central Plains Wulin? I, the Bashu Tang Clan, will be the first to refuse!"
"Yes, I won't agree!"
Looking at the angry people in the audience, Jue's expression suddenly turned gloomy.
What he just said was just casual talk.
If anyone really dares to disobey him, he doesn't mind killing them with blood.
Therefore, just when the situation in the audience became increasingly uncontrollable.
Jue Wushen waved his hand with cold eyes.
Immediately, countless disciples of Wu Shen Jue Palace, armed with crossbows and large weapons, poured out from the Supreme Palace, directly surrounding the Central Plains martial arts people in the audience.
For a moment, the entire hall fell silent.
All the martial arts people in the Central Plains looked at the sharp weapon in the hands of Wu Shen Jue Palace disciples in horror, and many people even couldn't help but secretly swallow their saliva.
At this time, Jue Wushen's gaze once again swept across the crowd.
He said loudly: "I am a reasonable person. Now, who agrees and who opposes?"
Before he finished speaking, a large number of martial arts people in the audience suddenly changed their attitudes without any principle and stood in the camp of the disciples of Wu Shen Jue Gong.
The only remaining disciples from Shou Jian Zhai, Bashu Tang Sect, and a few other sects are still persisting.
Jue Wushen glanced coldly at the Central Plains martial arts people who were unwilling to bow their heads, then looked up to the sky and laughed.
"Haha, you are very good. If you don't want to submit to me, then go die!"
As his last words fell, the disciple of Wushen Jue Gong, who was holding a crossbow, instantly pulled the trigger.
Suddenly.
Arrows filled the sky, blocking out the sky and the sun, and shot towards the remaining dozens of Central Plains martial arts practitioners.
Bai Songhe of Shoujianzhai took out the blue steel sword from his waist and shouted angrily:
"Brothers, Jue Wushen is cruel and vicious. If he is allowed to become the supreme king of martial arts, we Central Plains warriors will not be able to escape death sooner or later. We might as well fight today. Kill one to get enough, and kill two to count the profits.
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Bai Songhe's words were so contagious that they immediately infected the surrounding martial arts people.
They drew their weapons one after another, and while blocking the incoming arrows, they rushed towards the disciples of Wushen Jue Palace.
Although the charge and breakthrough launched by the Central Plains warriors was tragic, there were only a few dozen of them.
The disciples of Wu Shen Jue Palace, plus the martial arts people from the Central Plains who had taken refuge in Wu Shen Jue Palace, totaled over a thousand people, and they also held bows and crossbows and other sharp weapons.
The comparison of strength between the two sides is simply the difference between heaven and earth.
Therefore, with just one impact, dozens of warriors beside Bai Songhe fell to their knees.
The few who were still standing were all injured, with wounds all over their bodies.
Jue Wushen laughed, turned around, sat on the dragon chair on the high platform, and glanced at the warriors below the stage like bereaved dogs.
Then, he shouted softly: "Those who obey me will prosper and those who go against me will perish. Are you willing to submit to me?"
"Jue Wushen, you are cruel and unkind, there will be no good end for you!"
A certain Central Plains warrior in the audience shouted and cursed.
However, before he could finish his words, he was shot into pieces by arrows from the sky.
At this time, Jue Wushen sneered and waved his hand violently.
"Since you are so stubborn, then go to hell!"
In an instant, the Wushen Jue Palace disciples around the hall pulled the triggers, shooting countless arrows at the remaining dozen or so Central Plains warriors.
At the critical moment, Bai Songhe and others thought that they would definitely die. They had given up hope and were ready to close their eyes and wait for death.
But just when they closed their eyes, they suddenly heard a shrill roar coming from outside the hall.
The sound was as fast as lightning. When it first sounded, it seemed to be miles away.
And in just a few breaths, even before the arrows from Wushen Jue Palace disciples arrived, the sound had already reached the main hall.
Immediately afterwards.
Everyone saw a ray of purple light, like a meteor, flying several miles away and slowly landing in front of the remaining dozen Central Plains warriors, forming a protective shield.
This chapter has been completed!