"So it turns out that the Lingwu clan was defeated and fled back then. This is really eye-opening. Since the saints of all clans said so, this must be the truth." Du Ning said.
The Dragon Saint of the East China Sea said: "The ancestors of the Lingwu Clan were evil-minded and constantly instilled in their descendants the wrong idea that they were the masters of the Holy Forest Continent, so that the Lingwu Clan regarded themselves as masters from the beginning. However, looking at today, which powerful clan
Will they recognize their identities?"
"A race that lost the battle and ran away actually has the nerve to claim to be the Lord of the Holy Forest Continent. Only the Lingwu tribe dares to say such a thing."
"Fortunately, I am not a half-saint of the Lingwu tribe, otherwise I would be ashamed to death."
"That's right..."
Saints from all races mocked him one after another.
Pang Wu Sheng gritted his teeth and glanced at the saints of all races, murderous intent bursting out.
They were originally proud of their identity as the Lingwu Clan, thinking that they were originally the masters of the Holy Forest Continent, but they never imagined that not only would their identity not be recognized in any way, but they would also be unbearable in the eyes of the powerful clans.
They were unable to accept that they were actually defeated and escaped.
If only one or two races said this, they could completely ignore it. However, all the powerful races knew something about the Lingwu Clan, and all races had almost the same impression of the Lingwu Clan. This made the saints of the Lingwu Clan a little bit nervous.
Some doubts.
Could it be that what the saints of all races said were true? The ancestors of the Lingwu Tribe were only the losers of the Holy Forest Continent and never unified the Holy Forest Continent?
No! Impossible! This is absolutely not true!
The saints of the Lingwu clan roared wildly in their hearts, they could not accept such humiliation under any circumstances.
Yu Chi Heng took a deep breath and said loudly: "You can laugh, the battlefield of killing the saints is about to begin. If you don't laugh now, I'm afraid there will be no chance in the future. In this battlefield of killing the saints, we will use our strength to prove our spirit."
The Wu clan is not the loser, and the Lingwu clan cannot be humiliated, and those who humiliate them will die."
"Ha ha……"
The saints from all the powerful clans seemed to have heard a big joke and couldn't help but laugh wildly.
All the saints of the Lingwu clan were red-faced, ashamed and angry.
"presumptuous!"
Yuchi Heng couldn't bear it and shouted loudly, his murderous intent rising to the sky.
"Presumptuous? Haha...I'll fuck your mother!"
As a curse sounded, a huge ice slap appeared in the sky and hit Yuchi Heng directly.
The person who took action was a half-saint from the Iceman Tribe. Seeing that Yu Chi Heng dared to scold all the saints, his temper suddenly rose and he attacked Yu Chi Heng without any scruples.
"Haha... you don't overestimate your capabilities."
Yuchi Heng was immediately angry and laughed. What kind of thing is the Iceman Tribe? I have never heard of it. What's so big about it?
Immediately punched out, powerful martial arts power burst out, hitting the ice palm.
The corners of Yu Chiheng's mouth raised slightly, revealing a hint of sarcasm.
"boom!"
The power of martial arts collapsed, and the ice slap struck Yu Chi Heng directly on the face, sending Yu Chi Heng flying hundreds of feet away.
The half of the face that was hit was slightly frosted, but it wasn't a big problem.
"Good fight! Let's see if this guy dares to continue to be arrogant!"
"The Lingwu tribe is just like an ant, but they dare to jump up and down in front of us. They really don't know whether to live or die."
"It's a pity that the blow was too light. If it had been harder, it would have been better to just blow his head off and kill him."
The saints from all ethnic groups pointed at Yuchi Heng's fingers as if they were watching a play.
"impossible!"
Yu Chi Heng roared angrily, with a look of disbelief on his face. In front of the saints of all races, he was actually slapped by a half-saint from the Iceman Tribe. This was simply a huge shame.
The faces of all the saints of the Lingwu Tribe also changed drastically. With Yu Chi Heng's cultivation level, facing the Iceman Tribe Half-Saint, he could only be slapped in the face.
How could such a thing happen?
At this moment, Pang Wusheng's face looked extremely ugly.
"Brother Bingxun, this is the Imperial Clan Mountain, you are too harsh." A winged human race half-saint smiled.
"Hmph! How did I know that this half-saint of the Lingwu tribe was so vulnerable? That's right, their ancestors were defeated." Bingxun said disdainfully.
Saints from all races rolled their eyes. How could a semi-saint call himself Lao Tzu? He was simply playing hooligan!
This made Yu Chi Heng so angry that he roared at Bingxun: "Your name is Bingxun, right? Very good! When you die, I will definitely cheer in front of your corpse."
"Say it again."
Bingxun's murderous intention was revealed: "If it weren't for the fact that this is the front of the Imperial Clan Mountain, I would have just killed you and let you live a little longer, wouldn't you be satisfied?"
"You mean you can slap me to death with just one slap? That's ridiculous! Who do you think you are!" Yuchi Heng was furious.
"You don't believe it, right? Well, just stand there and don't move. If I can't slap you to death, I will commit suicide in front of the saints of all races!"
"You fart!"
Yuchi Heng was furious. As a half-saint of the Lingwu Tribe, how could he have ever been so underestimated?
However, what was more in his heart was fear. Bingxun could slap him easily, which showed the disparity in strength between the two sides. If Bingxun did not have enough strength, he would definitely not dare to boast like this in front of the saints of all races.
"You are looking for death!"
Bingxun's eyes widened and he was about to take action to kill Yu Chi Heng.
"stop!"
A ray of golden light fell from the sky and landed in front of the realm gate, it was Yasheng Emperor Jiang.
With the appearance of Di Jiang, the eyes of saints from all races fell on him.
"Di Jiang, why did you ask me to stop? Do you want to protect this thing that is worse than a pig or a dog?" Bing Xun asked.
Hearing the words "Pigs and dogs are not as good as", Yu Chiheng almost felt suffocated. It was such a huge shame for a dignified half-saint to be compared with pigs and dogs!
"Killing is not allowed in front of the Imperial Clan Mountain here. If you want to kill, you have to enter the Saint-Slaying battlefield and kill them quickly." Di Jiang's tone contained an unquestionable order.
"Okay, in that case, I will give you this face."
Bing Xun glanced at Yu Chi Heng and sneered: "I will let you go for the time being. We will meet on the Saint-killing battlefield. See if I can slap you to death."
Yuchi Heng roared wildly, going crazy with hatred.
"That's enough! Stop screaming! Isn't that embarrassing enough?" Pang Wusheng shouted.
Yu Chi Heng could only hold back his anger and looked at Bingxun with murderous intent. If he could not kill Bingxun, he would look down on himself.
But Bing Xun only glanced at the other party, looking at Yu Chi Heng like a pig or a dog.
"How dare you humiliate me like this? I will definitely make you regret coming to this world!"
Yu Chiheng thought so, and his face became even more ferocious.
"Saints of all races."
Di Jiang opened his arms, faced the saints of all races and said with a smile: "On behalf of the Imperial Tribe, I welcome you to the Imperial Tribe Mountain."