The majesty of the Great Emperor spread across the sky, causing the murderous intent to annihilate all things to appear. It filled the world and swept across the entire ruined ancient city in an instant.
This coercive momentum is very strong, no less than the Great Protector of the Blood Moon Ancient Clan. It can be said that the human and the Blood Protector are on the same level as the most powerful person!
"The Qi of Holy Night! This is the holy elder of the remnants of Holy Night!"
"Yes, the Holy Father is here!"
"Another veteran strong man of the emperor level!"
On the other side of the arena, a man from the ancient tribe was talking to himself. He looked outside the ruins of the ancient city and then at Old Man Ye on the arena. The meaning was self-evident.
As the Holy Lao arrives, I am afraid that he will join forces with the Blood Protector.
After all, people from these two tribes died at the hands of Ye Junlang.
When the time comes, facing the two supreme emperors joining forces, can this unfathomable old man be able to withstand it?
Thinking of this, many people secretly shook their heads.
Two great emperors, what does this mean?
A great emperor-level powerhouse is already invincible, let alone two great emperors joining forces. Furthermore, neither the Blood Protector nor the Holy Elder are the kind of newly promoted great emperor-level powerhouses. They have been in the great emperor-level for a long time.
Such a powerful person in the Great Emperor realm is absolutely terrifying.
In an instant, an old man appeared in the ring. He was thin and had a lean face. He looked as if he was about to die because of his old age. His long gray hair was scattered along both sides.
When he looked down, his eyes opened and closed like thunder, which was terrifying.
At this moment, his thunderous eyes swept over and looked at the disciples of the Holy Night clan. With a cold face, he asked in a deep voice: "Who wants to kill my clan members?"
"Your Excellency, Holy Lao!" The disciples of Sheng Ye's remnant clan came over quickly. One of the disciples looked sad and said in an angry tone, "Your Excellency, Holy Lao, two of our disciples, Saint Allen and Saint Gao, died in the battle. Even,
Even Lord Saint Jet is dead."
"What? Saint Jet is dead?!"
The old saint's face was filled with anger, and murderous intent arose in his eyes. A mighty power of the Great Emperor as deep as the abyss of the Holy Night was permeating the air. In the monstrous aura that filled the air, various kinds of corpses and blood appeared faintly.
In the sea, there was a terrifying vision like blood and oars, and the pervasive murderous rage was unreservedly revealed. He looked around the scene and asked in a loud voice: "Who is it? Who dares to kill my people?"
"The great emperor of the Holy Night clan? I am the one who killed your clan! Fight in the arena, and you are responsible for your life and death! I will first fight the Blood Moon Ancient Clan with my quasi-emperor realm cultivation, and then fight your quasi-emperor realm disciples from the Holy Night clan, and then fight
That strong man of the First Emperor Realm from your Shengye family, I killed them all on the spot!" Ye Junlang said, he slowly stood up and said, "In your eyes, is it possible that they shouldn't be killed? Your ancient tribe prides itself on itself.
I am superior to others, and everyone in the outside world is like an ant. I am invincible in a battle of the same level. I leapfrog and kill the emperor-level strong ones in your clan. You should thank me. These people are the shame of your clan and the weak in your clan. I am
I am helping your clan clean up the garbage so as not to drag down the prestige of the Holy Night clan."
"Satan, it turns out to be you!"
The old saint's eyes were filled with coldness. He knew about Ye Junlang, and even more so, he knew that the Holy Son of the Holy Night's remnant had planned to besiege and kill Ye Junlang many times, but all failed, including not long ago when a powerful emperor, Sheng Feite, led his men to sneak in.
Jianghai City surrounded and killed Ye Junlang, but in the end the entire army was wiped out.
Ye Junlang's body was still stained with blood, but he didn't care. The refining properties of the high-grade martial pill allowed him to recover a lot from his injuries. His originally weak aura gradually became stronger, and his blood was as blazing as the sun.
He also rose into the sky. He looked at Saint Lao and said: "Where is Saint Leo? This insidious guy has tried to kill me many times. If Saint Leo has some backbone, call him over and I will fight him to the death in the arena!
As the holy son of the remnants of Shengye, he must have something special, right? If you don't dare to accept my challenge, what qualifications do you have to be called the holy son of a clan?"
The old saint's face turned gloomy, and a look of surprise flashed deep in his eyes.
Not only the Holy Elder, but also the Blood Protector. The two great Emperor Realm masters have learned that Ye Junlang killed the quasi-Emperor Realm disciples of their clans in the arena, and then killed the junior disciples of their clans respectively.
A strong person in the imperial realm.
These battles were all conducted in the arena, and everything was in accordance with the rules of the arena, and there were people from major ancient tribes watching the battles all around, which proved that this was a voluntary and fair battle.
The final result was that all the quasi-emperor realms in their clan, and the first emperor realm were all killed by Ye Jun in a hurry. Is it because these strong men in their clan are too weak?
No, not at all!
Any emperor-level expert from the ancient clan was basically invincible to the outside world at the same level, but Ye Junlang defeated and killed them with his quasi-emperor level cultivation.
This can only show that Ye Junlang is terrifyingly powerful and is simply a monster!
How can such a guy survive?
How can we allow him to fully grow up?
At this moment, the Holy Elder understood more or less why the Holy Son of the clan was determined to kill Ye Junlang. Such a character really cannot be kept, otherwise it will become a big problem in the future!
"If we don't intentionally kill people in the arena battle, there will be no deaths in every battle. You clearly came here with the intention of killing my people, so you deserve to die!" Sheng Lao said coldly.
"What the Holy Elder said is right. If you come to the ruins of the ancient city and want to kill my people, you deserve to die! No one can save you!" the Blood Protector also said coldly.
"Hahaha--"
Ye Junlang looked up to the sky and laughed, his eyes darkened, and he said: "It's really ridiculous. When people from your two tribes did not hesitate to send people to Jianghai City to attack and kill me, what was your attitude? I don't offend, but others do.
Me, kill without mercy!"
"presumptuous!"
"Arrogant!"
The Holy Elder and the Blood Protector shouted angrily almost at the same time, and the murderous intention condensed by their extremely powerful spiritual pressure seemed to transform into a huge sharp blade, which was directed towards Ye Junlang.
It also contains the coercion of the world and the general trend of the world, which is influenced by the powerful emperors. To put it bluntly, let alone Ye Junlang, who is only a quasi-emperor, even a powerful emperor will not be able to resist the two great emperors.
The power of the powerful is oppressive.
The most deadly thing is the huge mental coercion condensed by these two great emperors, which is enough to cause permanent damage to a person's mental power. Once the mental power is damaged, it will have a negative impact on the future of martial arts.
It will have a huge impact.
"snort!"
At this time, Old Man Ye snorted coldly. At this moment, his old body burst out with all his energy and spirit. In an instant, he stood like a majestic giant mountain, protecting Ye Junlang behind him. He looked around at the Saint and the Blood
The protector suddenly opened his mouth and shouted -
"I'm your father, come here and kneel down, I'll spare your life!"
Its sound was like thunder, shaking loudly and resounding throughout the whole place.
At that moment, the whole place fell into a strange state of dead silence. Before these people could react, the old man on the stage looked down at the crowd and shouted again -
"What a bullshit ancient emperor, I can suppress it with just two fists!"
These two sentences are all in English and very standard.
The faces of all the major ancient tribes in the field were dull and completely stunned.