The Holy Lord's eyes darkened, and the Holy Power exploded all over his body, as if he had never been poisoned before, possessing the peak strength.
"Mu Fengyun, do you really think you will be my opponent? You underestimate me too much. If you dare to come today, then I will kill you in the Holy Clan." The Holy Lord looked at Mu coldly.
Storm.
"Boom!" In an instant, the Holy Lord and Mu Fengyun had been fighting in the air for countless rounds. Another ray of holy light roared out, "Mu Qingchen, my father killed Mu Fengyun, then I will kill you!"
You dare to take away my position as the Holy Son and make me suffer such humiliation. Today I will make you my defeated general and crush every bone of yours.
Head, drain all your blood."
Mu Qingchen said coldly: "You can't do it just by yourself?"
A more powerful holy light burst out from Mu Qingchen's body, brilliant and dazzling.
Even though Saint Taoyang is the son of the Holy Lord and is much more powerful than Mu Qingchen, he has lost all his luster under his light.
No matter the appearance or temperament, they are too different.
Sheng Taoyang stared at this noble young man with cold eyes, as if God had given him a lot of blessings, and no one else could surpass him no matter what. Jealousy was surging in his eyes.
Mu Qingchen must die!
Saint Taoyang's strength has skyrocketed to the peak of the ninth level of the Spiritual God. He is still far behind the level of his father, the Holy Lord, but he is still impressive.
Mu Qingchen is only at the third level of Spiritual God, and his dark eyes still shine with confidence.
What he has to do is to surpass that man.
There is only Saint Taoyang, he will be defeated!
The terrifying holy power turned into a storm, and the two men, whose levels were very different, fiercely clashed in the air.
The sword in Mu Qingchen's hand turned into streaks of cold light, rushing towards Saint Taoyang like lightning, and the fighting spirit he erupted became more and more powerful.
"You...how did you become so strong all of a sudden?" Sheng Taoyang was shocked.
Back in the Holy Sacrifice Tower, he had fought with Mu Qingchen.
Even if his strength has increased by three levels now, he still won't have the same combat power as he does today.
Mu Qingchen wielded his sword to pursue Saint Taoyang. Saint Taoyang, who only thought he had a chance to win, was pursued by Mu Qingchen and was at a disadvantage.
Mu Qianxi had been paying attention to her brother. Seeing Sheng Taoyang retreating steadily, she smiled and said, "Brother is so handsome!"
"Look at me, don't look at him! I'm stronger." Jiuye whispered into Mu Qianxi's ear.
"Yes! I know that, but my brother is also good-looking. Jiuye, have you noticed anything wrong with your brother?" Mu Qianxi asked.
She didn't see whether it was Shenghualu who was talking nonsense or the Holy Lord's methods were too secretive.
"No!" Jiuye replied.
Mu Qingchen fought against Saint Taoyang and gained the upper hand.
When Mu Fengyun fought against the Holy Lord, he naturally had the upper hand.
It has to be said that the Holy Lord has a deeper foundation, but Mu Fengyun has fought against the God of Death, and his fighting power is already so strong that the Holy Lord cannot shake him.
As for the other members of the Saint Clan, they were killed by experts from the Xuantian Realm in three strokes, five divided by two, because they were poisoned.
Of course, they knew that His Majesty and His Highness did not need help. They could just admire their unparalleled fighting posture from the sidelines.
"Boom!" The terrifying power in the air raged, and a silver thunder struck fiercely at the Holy Lord.
"Boom!" The Holy Lord hit the ground hard from the air.
"Puff puff..." A mouthful of black blood spurted out.
The terrifying poison that disappeared before appeared again, and the Holy Lord instantly seemed to have aged forty or fifty years.
"The poison of the Ten Thousand Poison Evil Dragon is too overbearing. If it were not poisoned, Mu Fengyun would not be able to defeat me." The Holy Lord said unwillingly.
"Puff puff..." On the other side, Mu Qingchen struck with countless sword strikes.
Saint Taoyang's pupils shrank suddenly and he couldn't dodge, so he could only use all his holy power to defend himself.
"Swish, swish, swish -" Mu Qingchen burst out with a more powerful attack, and his defense could only block it for a while, and then was disintegrated.
"Boom!" In fact, the increase was in vain. Mu Qingchen was once again promoted to the fourth level of spiritual god at this moment.
The momentum was rising steadily, blasting towards Saint Taoyang with sweeping power.
"Puff, puff -" Sheng Taoyang's body was covered with numerous bloody wounds, and he fell from the air with no strength.
He is the holy son of the Saint Clan. In the Saint Clan, he can make countless powerful men kill Mu Qingchen with just one order.
However, that was before, and now he was severely injured by Mu Qingchen, and there was no one available around him.
The father was also defeated, and no one could save him.
Mu Fengyun looked at Sheng Ningyue and said, "Madam, he! I will kill him."
Sheng Ningyue looked at the Holy Lord with cold eyes and said: "Feng Yun, if you want to kill me, just kill him."
She still has feelings for the Holy Clan, but she only hates the Holy Lord. He is not worthy of being the Holy Lord of the Holy Clan.
The Holy Lord said: "I also know that I will definitely die. At least let me finish my last words before dying? My last words are related to Qing Chen."
Mu Qianxi came over and said, "What are your last words? Tell me!"
They thought that the Holy Master wanted to threaten Mu Qingchen to save his life, but in fact this was not the case.
The Holy Lord said: "I know Qingchen's talent very well. I am now announcing that Qingchen will become the Holy Lord of the Holy Clan. I also hope that you will not destroy the Holy Clan."
"Puff puff..." Sheng Taoyang was in pain all over his body now, but his father's words almost destroyed his sanity.
"Father, you really think more highly of Mu Qingchen. Am I your biological son, or is he? You didn't care about my life or death until your death, and instead made Mu Qingchen the holy son." He looked at the Holy Lord with eyes filled with emotion.
Complained.
Even though he knew that even if the Holy Lord asked him to take over now, he would not be able to sit still, he was still very angry.
"I'm not interested." Mu Qingchen said calmly.
Saint Taoyang has been a holy son for so many years and has always wanted to take over his father's position.
Now that the position fell on Mu Qingchen's head, he actually refused, which made his face distorted with jealousy.
"You...you will be as loyal to Qingchen as you are loyal to me, and you should be able to save your lives." The Holy Lord ordered to his confidants.
Mu Fengyun said coldly: "What does my son want to do? It's not your turn to dictate, you can go and die!"
"Poof!" Mu Fengyun pierced the Holy Lord's heart with a merciless sword.
From the beginning to the end, he didn't use any life-saving cards to threaten him, and he had completely expired.
Mu Qianxi walked to Mu Qingchen and said, "Brother, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
"No!" Mu Qingchen replied.
"I'm going to kill Saint Taoyang."
Mu Qingchen raised his sword and cut it down without hesitation, sending the pale Sheng Taoyang to accompany his father.
Blood spattered and the shadow of Saint Taoyang suddenly changed.
The dark shadow enveloped Mu Qingchen and imprisoned him.
A pair of white hands without much blood protruded from the black shadow, holding a sharp dagger and pressing it against Mu Qingchen's neck. Then, a dark figure appeared behind Mu Qingchen like a ghost.
