Chapter 1583 Challenging the Emperor-level Powerhouse
St. Allen died in battle, which made St. Jette a little unbelievable, but he also saw that Ye Junlang was in poor condition at the moment, and he was on the verge of exhaustion. He seemed to be falling down at any time when he was exhausted.
A quasi-emperor-level disciple died like this, but he must not die in vain. As long as Ye Junlang is killed, all the losses can be saved.
"San Gao, go and kill him! He is just the last moment of his strength now. You must fight quickly and not leave any survivors!"
Saint Jet said to another disciple from the quasi-emperor realm beside him.
The young disciple named San Gao nodded, and a strong murderous intent flashed deep in his eyes. He raised his eyes and looked at Ye Junlang on the ring, his eyes as if he was looking at a dead person.
Ye Junlang naturally understood the meaning of the expression in San Gao's eyes. He sneered in his heart, thinking that he was afraid that these people would regard themselves as the last step and could kill them if they just sent someone up?
What a bunch of idiots!
If I hadn't watched your ancient clan's semi-spiritual medicine, how could it take to act with you? I would have blown a person's head in two or three punches!
However, since you have acted, let's continue to act.
At this time, San Gao had already walked onto the ring. He stared at Ye Junlang, and he didn't say anything. He had murderous intent flashed in his eyes. Then a wisp of emperor-level power burst out, and he rushed towards Ye Junlang with his fist.
The boxing evolving from San Gao has a sense of silence, as if a long silent night is shrouded in it. Under this long silent night, all things are dead and have no life, and only the holy night will last forever!
It has to be said that the strongest boxing skills of these ancient clans are indeed outstanding, and the lethality they burst out is extremely strong. Unfortunately, the opponent they encountered is Ye Junlang.
Ye Junlang's mouth kept bleeding, his body shaking, and he seemed to be about to fall down at any time, but he was like that tumbler. No matter how San Gao attacked and killed, he could not sway, and repeatedly avoided San Gao's fierce and powerful killing moves.
In the eyes of outsiders, Ye Junlang seemed to be relying on his instinct and rich combat experience to fight, constantly consuming San Gao's qi and blood power.
Even so, the two of them fought and fought fiercely and extremely dangerously.
At least, San Gao did not let him go at all, and he wanted to kill Ye Junlang as soon as he made a move. However, his actions did not go as he wanted, and every time he was a little bit short, which made him gradually become a little irritable.
Old Man Ye from the ring was yawning as he looked at him.
This kid can't tell it normally. The play is very realistic. I'm afraid I've done a lot of things like playing pigs and eating tigers, right?
It's a pity that this kid doesn't become an actor. Maybe he can still win a little golden man back.
The battle in the arena is still continuing, but some ancient clan strongmen who watched the game on the field began to see some clues and began to feel something was wrong.
Ye Junlang's performance was not like a person who was about to fall down at any time and was seriously injured. His qi and blood power seemed to be useless. No matter how fierce San Gao's offensive was, he could not knock Ye Junlang down.
The two fought dozens of moves, until San Gao's offensive began to decline a little, and the wisp of his own imperial power began to weaken, Ye Junlang's counterattack arrived as scheduled.
Ye Junlang made two heavy punches in succession to break through San Gao's fist defense. Just as San Gao realized the danger and was about to retreat, suddenly, the power of the gravity field evolved from Ye Junlang suddenly increased by more than double, and there was a ray of powerful imperial-level pressure suppression.
At that moment, San Gao's body had a brief stagnation, which was fatal enough.
boom!
Ye Junlang punched San Gao's throat.
Click!
With the sound of the throat and trachea being bombed directly, San Gao flew backwards and died after sank to the ground.
"Satan!"
Saint Jet roared, he was extremely angry, he was not stupid, no matter how he was, he was an emperor-level powerful man, he had already seen that he was fooled by Ye Junlang.
Ye Junlang has been hiding his strength.
The so-called injury, the so-called crumbling and about to fall down... All of this is an illusion, and it is all pretended.
It's hateful!
Now, two quasi-emperor-level disciples on the Holy Night Relics have been killed, and the remaining disciples are only at the high-level king level. How can I fight this battle?
Send them up to deliver vegetables, and if you don’t send them that battle, you will lose!
"Does there still young disciples in the Holy Night clan dare to fight?"
Ye Junlang spoke, but while speaking, he still covered his heart and coughed blood, looking serious.
Seeing this scene, the strong men from the major ancient tribes under the arena were speechless, and the blood shadow, blood wind, and Saint Jet were even darker.
Mad, pretend!
Do you really treat them as fools?
The young disciples of the Apocalypse Holy Clan also looked dull, as if they had encountered such a thing for the first time.
"Is this guy too shameless? He is obviously very strong, so why do he pretend to be injured and cough up blood?"
"Who knows what he thinks, maybe he's a lunatic. But he's really strong. He first challenges the Blood Moon Ancient Clan and then the Holy Night Relics. Will he challenge us next?"
"If you really want to challenge us, then fight! Are you afraid of him?"
"Shut up!" Qi Changge, who was standing beside him, glanced at the young disciples of the tribe, with a stern look in his eyes.
The three young disciples of the Apocalypse Holy Clan were silent. However, the Apocalypse Holy Clan's eyes turned, and looked at Ye Junlang on the ring field deeply, and whispered: "Uncle Qi, although this person is strong, his behavior is extremely shameless, which inevitably makes people look down on him. What is his intention to provoke the ancient Blood Moon Clan and the Sacred Night Clan in such a way?"
Qi Changge's attitude towards the Saint of Apocalypse was completely different. After hearing this, he whispered: "Maybe the next thing is not that simple. Let's just watch, don't get involved for the time being."
The Saint of Apocalypse nodded and stopped talking.
On the ring, Ye Junlang directed and acted himself, looking shaky. He said: "With such a serious injury, no one dared to go on stage? Is there no one in the Holy Night Remnants? Send another disciple to come up and maybe I will be knocked down."
As he said that, this guy coughed blood from his mouth as if no one else was around.
Many powerful ancient tribes under the ring looked speechless, and even the corners of Silver Dragon's mouth twitched. The dragon girl didn't know what to say, and only felt her cheeks were hot.
I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen such shameless people.
"Ahem—"
Old Man Ye seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and he coughed dryly - boy, just act, don't go too far.
Ye Junlang felt quite regretful when he saw that the Holy Night Relics no longer took the bait. He also wanted to take this opportunity to kill a few more young disciples of the Holy Night Relics.
At the end, Ye Junlang took a deep breath, and his originally shaky steps suddenly stood firm. His whole body stood like a mountain, still standing still. He looked directly at San Gao and said, "I know you are very angry. I think I am killing a young disciple in your clan.
But, am I killing?
So many strong people here are all quasi-emperor realm cultivation. They can only say that their strength is not as strong as me, and they will be killed sooner or later.
Since you are dissatisfied and unwilling to accept it, I will give you a chance to take revenge now.
I want to challenge you and fight you in a life-and-death battle with you on the arena!
You, the emperor-level powerhouse of the Holy Night Remnant Clan, dare you come to power?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the audience was in an uproar.
Is this a fight against a powerful man in the early Emperor realm?
A quasi-emperor realm made an appointment to an ancient clan emperor-level powerful man?