Sure enough, Song Xuan, who was still forcing the two of them to kneel down, was attracted by the strong man with the head of a dragon.
"You want me to crawl under your crotch?" Song Xuan said indifferently.
"Why, you don't want to?"
The dragon-headed saint chuckled and said: "Back then, the human race didn't have this kind of treatment, but today, you can still handle it, right?"
The aura of the dragon-headed saint suddenly became much thicker, and the ring behind his head became even more intense, like a god.
"A big ant appears in the ant colony, but it's still an ant!"
The dragon-headed saint was very disdainful of Song Xuan and said sarcastically: "You don't really think that a list of gods can scare us ancient royal families?
To tell you the truth, your beginningless emperor has been reduced to ashes, and I am here just to shatter your daydreams!"
His posture was arrogant, and such words not only humiliated the human race, but also insulted the Wushi Emperor, causing many powerful men who came to the meeting to subconsciously frown.
"Why, aren't you convinced? I'll just stand here and let the beginningless ghost come out and try to suppress me?" The Ancient Dragon Head King sneered and said: "How can a person live for hundreds of thousands of years? That's a joke!
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"It's indeed a joke!"
Song Xuan nodded and continued: "Of course, I'm talking about your joke!"
After finishing his words, he looked around and felt that the saint-level beings gathered around him were almost there. He no longer wasted time, it was time to start establishing his power.
A palm was thrust out, and the void collapsed. As wind and thunder flashed, a golden giant palm thrust out from the collapsed void, as if it had come from the ancient earth across time and space.
"Click"
Sharp and terrifying, the golden giant palm shattered the halo of the saint on the head of the dragon-headed saint, and then the giant palm, which was like a world gathered together, pinched it in its hand like an insect.
The next moment, the cracking sound of broken bones continued to sound, and blood dripped and continued to sprinkle high in the air.
Song Xuan walked through the air, came to the dragon-headed saint whose bones were crushed, and said calmly: "You like people to drill your crotch, don't you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he kicked out. There was no fluctuation of mana or any energy dissipation, but the next moment, there was a violent explosion.
This loud noise made everyone shiver subconsciously. Everyone knew what the noise was.
It’s awesome!
As he spoke, he looked down at the two middle-aged men below and said in a deep voice: "I'll give you a chance to atone. Come here and kick this old guy's crotch to pieces!"
The two of them looked at each other, and then without any hesitation, they flew forward, cupped their fists at Song Xuan and said, "I have offended you a lot before. Thank you for giving us the opportunity to atone!"
With that said, the two of them stopped talking nonsense and kicked the dragon-headed saint wildly.
It's rare for a second force who is not afraid of death to come out to stir up hatred. How could the two of them not seize such a good opportunity? They kicked one after another like a violent storm. The terrifying strength of the saint's feet caused the ground below to tremble violently.
The dragon-headed saint cursed his mother in pain.
"You two grandsons, as members of the ancient ethnic group, actually associate with the human race. You really disgraced the face of our ancient ethnic group!"
"Ah! Scholars can be killed and cannot be humiliated. Just wait. When the strong men of our clan come, you will all die!"
It was a good thing that he didn't scold him. With this scolding, the two saints kicked him even more vigorously, and each move to cut off his descendants' legs became more vicious than the last. After half a cup of tea, the opponent's lower body was completely kicked into a pool of blood mist.
The opponent, on the other hand, had long since stopped shouting and cursing, and was shattered to pieces by the power of the two saints.
Song Xuan waved his sleeves and used the magical power of the universe in his sleeves to collect the crushed upper half of the dragon-headed saint's body. After all, he was a saint with the blood of the dragon clan, so he couldn't waste it.
After doing this, Song Xuan looked at the two uneasy saints and said calmly: "This is the end of what happened before. If you dare to insult my human race again, what happened to the old guy just now will be your fate!"
"Don't dare!"
The two nodded extremely respectfully, without any of the lofty saintly attitude they had before, and looked at Song Xuan with awe in their eyes.
A saint could be crushed to death without even a chance to escape. The strength of this human saint was far beyond what they could contend with.
Unless there is a great saint-level being from the ancient royal family who wakes up from his slumber, otherwise, with this person in charge of the human race, no one can do anything to them!
At this moment, in the setting sun, Song Xuan stood in the sky, and the sunset glow fell on his body, giving him a divine brilliance, making him appear to be otherworldly.
"Human race, pay homage to the saint!"
"saint!"
"The saint who belongs to my human race!"
Below, in the Yaochi Holy Land, many lords of the human race's holy land and great sect leaders knelt down and paid homage, and many of them even roared.
In the past, the human race was despised and insulted by the major ethnic groups in the ancient times, and many people felt very aggrieved.
But now, with the arrival of Song Xuan, a saint from the human race, he killed two ancient ancestor kings with the force of thunder, and even intimidated all the ancient powerful men from taking action. This invincible appearance immediately made everyone excited.
The feeling of joy when a child is bullied outside and an elder finally steps in to regain the situation, even makes some female monks cry excitedly.
"Everyone get up!"
Song Xuan spoke calmly, looked around at the group of ancient powerful men, and said indifferently: "Times have changed, and today is no longer the ancient era you are familiar with!
Those who cannot recognize their own status will sooner or later be abandoned by the times!"
After finishing speaking, he looked into the distance with a sneer on his lips. It seemed that the establishment of power just now was not enough, and another strong man from the ancient tribe who was not afraid of death had arrived.
Many people also felt something unusual and looked outside the Yaochi Holy Land. There, there was an aura of star field inversion permeating the air. Although no one came in, it frightened everyone.
The ancient saint’s pressure is overwhelming!
"when……"
In the Yaochi Holy Land, the divine bell was ringing long and long, and a supreme figure was coming, signaling the strong men of all races to come and greet him.
At this moment, on the horizon, several figures were walking slowly, each one tall and extremely majestic, like several magic mountains that were about to crush the eternal blue sky.
They walked very slowly, but they were quite intimidating. Each statue seemed to have gone through countless tribulations. There was an extremely close connection between the body and the heaven and earth. Every move was followed by the laws of heaven and earth.
Seven people!
A total of seven ancient saint-level beings are here!
They came hand in hand, walking together, making the earth almost sink, all kinds of brilliance rained down from the sky, and the sound of the sky was endless, as if it was singing for them.
"I heard that the human race has produced a great saint!" Among the seven saints, an old-looking saint looked at Song Xuan indifferently, "It seems that it is you!"
His voice paused slightly, "How should I call you?"