Chapter 1583 Challenging the Emperor-level Powerhouse
St. Allen died in battle, which made St. Jet a little unbelievable. However, he could also see that Ye Junlang was in poor condition at the moment. He was on the verge of collapse and looked like he would collapse from exhaustion at any time.
A Quasi-Emperor Realm disciple died like this, but his death must not be in vain. As long as Ye Junlang is killed, all the losses can be recovered.
"Saint Gao, go kill him! He is just at the end of his war effort. You must kill him quickly and leave no one alive!"
Saint Jet said to another quasi-emperor realm disciple beside him.
The young disciple named Sheng Gao nodded. A strong killing intent flashed deep in his eyes. He raised his eyes and glanced at Ye Junlang on the ring. His eyes were like looking at a dead person.
General.
Ye Junlang naturally understood the meaning of the look in Sheng Gao's eyes. He sneered in his heart, thinking that these people were just thinking that they were weak and could just send someone to kill them.
Already?
What a bunch of idiots!
If I hadn't looked at your ancient tribe's semi-spiritual elixirs, why would I have bothered to act with you? I would have blown off a person's head with two or three punches!
However, since you have acted, let’s keep acting.
At this time, Shenggao had already stepped onto the ring. He stared at Ye Junlang closely. He did not speak, but there was murderous intent flashing in his eyes. Immediately, a ray of emperor-level power burst out, and he was killed with his fists.
Towards Ye Junlang.
The fist movements evolved by Saint Gao carry a sense of annihilation, as if a long night of silence is shrouding it. Under this long night of annihilation, everything is dead and lifeless. Only the Holy Night will last forever!
It has to be said that the most powerful boxing skills of these ancient tribes are indeed outstanding, and the lethality they unleash is extremely powerful. Unfortunately, the opponent they encountered was Ye Junlang.
Ye Junlang kept bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and his body was swaying. He looked like he was about to fall down at any time, but he was like that roly-poly. No matter how much Saint Gao attacked him, he could not fall down. He repeatedly avoided Saint Gao's fierce and powerful force.
The killing move.
In the eyes of outsiders, Ye Junlang seemed to rely on instinct and rich combat experience to fight, constantly consuming the power of Sheng Gao's blood.
Even so, the battle between the two was vigorous and extremely dangerous.
At least, Saint Gao didn't let go at all. He wanted to kill Ye Junlang with one move. But every time he made a move, he failed to get what he wanted. Every time, it was just a little bit close, which made him gradually start to feel a little irritated.
stand up.
Old man Ye started to yawn under the ring.
This kid usually can't tell, but this scene is very realistic. I'm afraid he does things like this, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, right?
It's a pity that this guy doesn't want to be an actor. Maybe he can come back with a Oscar.
The battle in the arena was still going on, but some of the ancient warriors watching the battle began to see some clues and began to feel that something was not quite right.
Ye Junlang did not act like a person who was about to fall down and be seriously injured at any time. His energy and blood seemed to be inexhaustible. No matter how fierce Sheng Gao's offensive was, he could not defeat Ye Junlang.
knock down.
The two fought dozens of more moves, until Sheng Gao's offensive began to decline somewhat and his own emperor-level power began to weaken. Ye Junlang's counterattack came as expected.
Ye Junlang hit two heavy punches in succession, breaking through Sangao's fist defense. Just when Sangao realized the danger and was about to retreat, suddenly, the power of the gravity field evolved by Ye Junlang suddenly increased.
It's more than doubled, and it contains a wisp of extremely powerful emperor-level pressure.
At that moment, Saint Gao's figure stagnated briefly, which was fatal enough.
boom!
Ye Junlang punched Sheng Gao in the throat.
Click!
Accompanied by the sound of the throat and trachea being directly exploded, Saint Gao flew backwards and died after falling to the ground.
"Satan!"
Saint Jet roared out. He was extremely angry. He was not stupid. After all, he was an emperor-level powerhouse. He had already seen that he had been tricked by Ye Junlang.
Ye Junlang has been hiding his strength.
The so-called injury, the so-called being on the verge of collapse... all these are illusions, all pretended.
How hateful!
Now, the two quasi-emperor realm disciples from the Holy Night clan have been killed, and the remaining disciples are only high-level king-level disciples. How can we fight this battle?
If you send them up, you will be delivering food. If you don't send them, you will lose the battle!
"Are there any young disciples from the Holy Night family who dare to challenge?"
Ye Junlang spoke, covering his heart and coughing a mouthful of blood as he spoke, looking like he was seriously injured.
Seeing this scene, the powerful men from the major ancient tribes below the arena were speechless. People like Blood Shadow, Blood Wind, and Saint Jet had even darker expressions on their faces.
Mader, you’re still pretending!
Do you really think they are fools?
The young disciples of the Apocalypse Saint Clan also had dull faces, as if they had encountered such a thing for the first time.
"Is this guy too shameless? He is obviously very strong, why is he pretending to be injured and coughing up blood?"
"Who knows what he is thinking, maybe he is crazy. But he is really strong. He first challenged the Blood Moon Ancient Clan and then the Holy Night Clan. Will he challenge us next?"
"If you really want to challenge us, then fight! Are you afraid of him?"
"Shut up!" Qi Changge glanced at the young disciples from those tribes with a stern look in his eyes.
The three young disciples of the Apocalypse Saint Clan were silent, but the Apocalypse Saintess turned her eyes, looked deeply at Ye Junlang in the arena, and said in a low voice: "Uncle Qi, although this person is strong, his behavior
It is extremely shameless and will inevitably make people look down upon. What is his intention in provoking the Blood Moon Ancient Clan and the Holy Night Clan in this way?"
Qi Changge's attitude towards the Saint of Apocalypse was completely different. After hearing this, he said softly: "Maybe what happens next is not that simple. We can just watch and don't get involved for the time being."
The Saint of Apocalypse nodded and said no more words.
On the ring, Ye Junlang directed and acted by himself, looking shaky as he said: "With such serious injuries, no one dares to go on stage? Is there no one left in the Holy Night clan? Send another disciple up, maybe I will be killed
Knocked down."
As he said this, the guy coughed up blood again as if no one was watching.
Many ancient warriors under the ring were speechless. Even the corner of Silver Dragon's mouth twitched. Dragon Girl didn't know what to say, she only felt her cheeks burning.
I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people.
"Ahem——"
Old Man Ye seemed like he couldn't stand it any longer. He coughed dryly - Boy, just act, don't go too far.
Ye Junlang felt very sorry when he saw that the Holy Night clan no longer took the bait. He also wanted to take this opportunity to kill a few more young disciples of the Holy Night clan.
At the end, Ye Junlang took a deep breath, and his swaying steps suddenly stood firm. His whole body stood like a mountain, unmoving. He looked directly at Sangao and said: "I know you are very angry and think I am tricking you."
Kill the young disciples of your clan.
But, am I trying to trick someone into killing me?
There are so many strong men here who are all at the quasi-emperor level. If they die in battle, it can only be said that their strength is not as good as mine, and they will all be killed sooner or later.
Since you are dissatisfied and unwilling, I will give you a chance to take revenge.
I want to challenge you and have a life and death battle with you in the arena!
You, an emperor-level expert from the Holy Night clan, dare to take the stage?"
As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
Is this an appointment with a strong person in the First Emperor Realm?
A quasi-emperor is challenging an ancient emperor-level warrior to fight?