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Chapter 690: The Defeated General

"Haha... I haven't moved my muscles for a long time, so let me teach this Emperor Jun a lesson for you all!"

Yu Chi Heng laughed loudly and appeared outside the Pavilion of All Saints. Then he looked at Di Jun. Wei Wei raised his head with contempt and disdain on his face.

At the same time, Di Jun saw that only Yu Chi Heng appeared, and his face suddenly showed displeasure.

"presumptuous!"

Di Jun scolded and said in a deep voice: "Why are you the only one who came to greet me? Where are the other saints? Hurry up and ask them to come out to greet me with the highest etiquette. You can't bear the sin for neglecting me."

"Ha ha……"

Yuchi Heng seemed to have heard a big joke and couldn't help laughing wildly, "A mere half-saint from the imperial clan actually came to our territory to run wild. Are you worthy of being greeted by us saints? Ridiculous!

"

"Be bold!"

Di Jun scolded: "Do you know the identity of this Saint? Today I represent the Imperial Clan and His Majesty the Yasheng Emperor Jiang!"

"So what?" Yu Chiheng asked.

"you……"

Emperor Jun was furious. He took a closer look at Yu Chi Heng and sneered, "Who are you? Tell me your name."

The tone was high and full of commands.

"I am Saint Yu Chiheng, and I am a half-saint of the Lingwu clan." Yuchi Heng said proudly.

"It turns out that he is a semi-saint of the Lingwu tribe. No wonder he is so indifferent and does not understand dignity." Di Jun sneered.

"Inferiority? Haha..."

Yu Chi Heng laughed loudly again, "A mere half-saint from the imperial clan actually dares to talk about superiority and inferiority in front of this saint? It really makes me laugh to death. Our Lingwu tribe was originally the master of the Holy Forest Continent, and this place was originally our territory.

, it’s just that you shamelessly seized it. In terms of priority, our Lingwu Clan should be the most respected. Your Imperial Clan is just receiving the gift from our Lingwu Clan. How can ungrateful people like you still have the face?

Conquering us is really a big joke in the world, and we are not afraid of being ridiculed by the saints of the powerful clans!"

"Haha... don't do this in front of us. Back then, you Lingwu clan were just defeated by our Imperial clan. After being defeated at the hands of our Imperial clan, you fled to the Lingwu Continent. Later, in order to avoid our Imperial clan,

They did not hesitate to use the power of the saints to move the Lingwu Continent and cut off the connection with the Holy Forest Continent. A group of bereaved dogs have never unified the Holy Forest Continent. They have never been united, not now, and never in the future. But you actually dare to call yourself shamelessly.

Lords of the Sacred Forest Continent, you are the most deceitful people in the world!"

After Di Jun laughed wildly, he said something shocking.

The Dharma Saint of the Rakshasa Clan immediately became happy. He looked at Pang Wusheng and others and said with a smile, "Oh? Your Lingwu Clan was once defeated by the Imperial Clan? Why haven't you heard Brother Yuchi mention this matter?"

The other saints of the Rakshasa tribe also cast different looks at the saints of the Lingwu tribe, either with contempt or ridicule.

"This is impossible!"

Pang Wusheng's face changed, and he hurriedly said loudly: "Don't listen to Emperor Jun's slander. Our Lingwu clan is the most powerful race. We were once the supreme people of the Holy Forest Continent. But who are their Imperial clan? How can we be the emperor?"

The clan’s subordinates were defeated? The imperial clan confuses right and wrong and slanders the ancestors of our Lingwu clan in this way. It is simply a crime worthy of death and is not tolerated by heaven.”

"oh……"

Dharma Saint nodded slightly, seemingly believing Pang Wusheng, but in fact he didn't believe it at all.

Other Rakshasa saints secretly communicated through messages.

At the same time, when Yuchi Heng heard Di Jun's words, he suddenly became furious.

"Dijun, you fart!"

Yu Chiheng pointed at Di Jun's nose and said loudly: "Our Lingwu clan was once the first clan in the Holy Forest Continent, how could we be defeated by your Imperial clan? Even if you are a half-saint of the Imperial clan, you cannot slander our Lingwu clan like this.

Ancestor of the Wu clan!"

"Haha... Our Imperial Clan has clear records. Back then, you, the Lingwu Clan, fought against our Imperial Clan and were beaten by our Imperial Clan so much that you abandoned your armor and fled. Now that we have seen you Lingwu Clan again after so many years, you are still the same.

You are as shameless as your ancestors, always claiming to be some kind of supreme race, bah, in front of our imperial clan, what do you Lingwu clan mean?"

Di Jun held his head high, looking down at Yu Chi Heng as if he was condescending. This posture and momentum did not put the entire Lingwu clan in their eyes at all.

"presumptuous!"

Yuchi Heng was completely angry. It was enough for Emperor Jun to despise him, but he actually humiliated their ancestors, which he couldn't bear.

Di Jun also shouted coldly: "Yu Chi Heng, you are so brave, you dare to say 'presumptuous' to this saint, you simply don't take this saint seriously, you don't take His Majesty Di Jiang in his eyes, let alone

Our entire imperial clan takes it seriously."

"So what?" Yu Chiheng asked.

"You... are looking for death!"

Di Jun took a step forward, exuding powerful power of the holy way. A ball of water appeared in his hand, which instantly froze into ice and turned into a giant ice spear more than ten feet long, pointing at Yuchi Heng.

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and snowflakes even appeared in the sky. In just a few breaths, the ground within a radius of three thousand miles was frozen with frost, as if winter had arrived.

This is the power of ice soul among many natural powers!

"What a magical ice soul power. I want to see what your imperial clan is capable of, and how dare you act so arrogantly in front of us, the Lingwu clan."

Yu Chiheng raised his hand, and a three-foot long sword appeared. Under the burst of holy power, a ten-foot-long sword energy was condensed, exuding bursts of fierce energy.

"Di Jun, you made the first move, go to hell!"

Yu Chiheng looked at Di Jun as if he were looking at a dead man. At the same time, he swung his long sword down, and the huge sword energy fell towards Di Jun.

"Little tricks."

Di Jun showed a disdainful sneer and threw his ice soul spear, which turned into a ray of cold light and roared out.

The corners of the two saints' mouths raised slightly, and they both showed contempt for each other.

There was only a "thumping" sound, just a face-to-face encounter, and the ice soul spear instantly defeated the sword energy.

"impossible!"

Yuchi Heng's face suddenly changed wildly, and he let out a roar of shock and anger. His whole face turned red. He never expected that his martial arts sword energy would be so vulnerable to the Bingso Spear. It was as if there was an invisible force.

Yu Chiheng's face was slapped hard, making Yu Chiheng feel humiliated and unable to accept this reality.

Just when Yu Chi Heng was filled with shock and anger, the Ice Soul Spear was already powerful enough to hit Yu Chi Heng's chest.

This frightened Yuchi Heng out of his wits. He hurriedly turned aside and tried to avoid the ice spear, but he still failed.

"puff!"

The ice soul spear penetrated Yu Chiheng's shoulder, and the strong cold caused his wound to freeze quickly, making Yu Chiheng's face look painful.


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