"Your Excellency insists on taking action and is so arrogant. Doesn't it mean that you don't take our Xuanwu Alliance seriously?"
Zhang Qinghe squinted his eyes, a cold light flashed away, accompanied by murderous intent. Mo Wangchen's behavior really made him angry.
"Is there anything about your Xuanwu Alliance that deserves my attention?"
Mo Wangchen was disdainful, and with a flick of his finger, it instantly turned into a sword light, soaring into the sky.
Then, the sword light actually split high in the sky, and one streak turned into ten thousand streaks, falling down like a shower of stars.
"presumptuous!"
Zhang Qinghe was completely furious, and his divine power instantly enveloped the entire Yongnan City.
He roared angrily, opened his mouth and spat out a large ray of light, which turned into a blazing sun and struck upwards, evaporating all of Mo Wangchen's sword light into mist.
The hot air flow caused the entire Yongnan City to rise with heat, as if the entire city was about to evaporate into gray mist.
Many people were sweating profusely and flew very far away, not daring to get any closer.
"Boom..."
The sun hanging high in the sky suddenly became brighter after evaporating all Mo Wangchen's sword light, making the airflow in this area even hotter. Then under the eyes of everyone in the city,
It landed hard towards Mo Wangchen.
"Condensation!"
Mo Wangchen shouted deeply, and his momentum suddenly reached its peak.
Within the godhead within the body, a steady stream of divine power surges, and light surrounds the body, like an ancient god of war bathed in holy light.
"Buzz buzz..."
The momentum was rolling, and in an instant, the majestic sword pressure filled the entire world, and a huge sword shadow emerged, with extremely pure divine power integrated into it. It was a force that could not be stopped by human beings.
The giant sword seemed to carry the power of Haotian. The moment it emerged and took shape, it rushed out with one sword.
"Bah..."
The pressed sun was pierced by a sword, twisted in an instant, and then exploded into a billowing heat wave, destroying the entire void.
"puff!"
Below the ground, many people could not bear the strong pressure and could not help coughing up blood and turning pale.
"cut!"
Mo Wangchen shouted sharply and strode forward. In an instant, the giant sword pierced the sun and slashed down through the air.
Zhang Qinghe's expression changed drastically. The divine power contained in this sword was too terrifying.
Unlike demigods like him, the divine power in the sword is extremely pure and cannot be evolved from laws. It is more like the divine power of heaven and earth that only quasi-god-level figures can call upon!
But the Mo Wangchen in front of him was obviously not a quasi-god-level expert. In Zhang Qinghe's opinion, he was probably not even a demigod.
"Could it be..."
He was shocked in his heart. There was only one possibility, and that was that Mo Wangchen had condensed his godhead in his body!
However, before he could say anything, the giant sword had already struck down.
"Boom!"
Zhang Qinghe resisted with all his strength, and layers of spiritual power light curtains emerged, trying to block Mo Wangchen's giant sword.
"Bang!"
However, in front of the giant sword, no matter how powerful his spiritual power light barrier was, he could not resist it at all. In an instant, Zhang Qinghe was sent flying.
"puff!"
His face instantly turned pale, he coughed up blood, and his body flew hundreds of feet high in the sky before finally coming to a stop.
Everyone in the city was in an uproar, their faces almost in a daze.
Zhang Qinghe was a figure who had achieved demigod status nine hundred years ago. He was much more powerful than those who had achieved demigod status over the past nine hundred years. But now, he was slashed away by Mo Wangchen's sword, and
Judging from his appearance, he was probably severely injured.
It's hard to imagine how powerful this mysterious human race is.
"kill!"
Mo Wangchen showed no mercy. After slashing Zhang Qinghe away, the giant sword gradually shrank and finally came into his hand.
He stepped into the air and walked towards Zhang Qinghe step by step. His eyes were cold and cold, like a god of murder, making people dare not look into his eyes.
"Buzz..."
Finally, Mo Wangchen came to him and put his long sword between his eyebrows.
"If you dare to kill me, Emperor Wu will definitely not give up. No matter what your origins are, you will be killed by him!" Zhang Qinghe clenched his fists tightly, and there was still blood left at the corner of his mouth.
"Does he dare to call himself Emperor Martial?" Mo Wangchen sneered.
"For nine hundred years, Emperor Wu has swept across all parties. Even the sons of the Heavenly Dragon Emperor have never dared to fight with him. All heroes have retreated. You are powerful, but if Emperor Wu takes action, he can kill you with a snap of his fingers."
"Haha, it sounds so nice, but after all, it's still colluding with the ancient tribe. On the surface, the Xuanwu League is developing well, but no one in the world knows that if it weren't for his cowardice and bowing to the ancient tribe, the Xuanwu League would have been destroyed long ago.
You dare to call yourself Emperor Martial, you really disgrace the human race." Mo Wangchen sneered, the sword in his hand trembled slightly, he could take away the opponent's life at any time.
"Who are you if you dare to insult Emperor Wu?"
"What a majestic Emperor Martial is. His body is immortal and he can fight even with the body of a heavenly dragon. If the human race is still alive, if he cannot be called Martial Emperor, who else can do it?"
In the city, many human cultivators shouted angrily. Obviously, they were all people who had been protected by the Xuanwu Alliance over the years, and they were all strong men who followed Emperor Xuanwu.
"Shenyu Mountain, Lingxiao Temple, the former Saint Son of Love, the Son of Qing Emperor in the north of the Daluo Heaven Realm, and the Son of Heavenly Emperor in the east. None of them are unparalleled talents, and none of them dare to proclaim themselves Martial Emperor. Could it be that Xuan Heng just
Are you special than others?" Mo Wangchen sneered.
"Be bold!"
"He actually called Emperor Wu by his real name!"
After hearing Mo Wangchen's words, many people's faces became even more angry, but no one dared to act rashly.
"You have even killed the demigods of the ancient clan, and now you are so disrespectful to the Emperor Wu. This will bring disaster to the ancient human clan, and they will definitely die!" Zhang Qinghe said solemnly.
"I don't know whether I will die or not, but you will not survive today."
Mo Wangchen looked at him, his eyes were very cold, as if he were looking at a dead person.
After saying this, the long sword in his hand buzzed, and he stabbed out, killing Zhang Qinghe with one blow.
"Buzz..."
But suddenly, from the center of Zhang Qinghe's eyebrows, there was a divine light rushing out, as if it contained the power of the sun. It made people look pale, and actually knocked back Mo Wangchen's sword.
"Um?"
Mo Wangchen frowned slightly, and the next moment he saw that the divine light in front of Zhang Qinghe turned into an illusory figure.
"Emperor Xuanwu!"
People exclaimed, never expecting that Emperor Xuanwu had sealed a spiritual thought in Zhang Qinghe's eyebrows. At this moment, Zhang Qinghe's life was threatened, and he had to appear.
"Who are you? If you want to kill the emperor's right envoy, do you know that you have committed the crime of genocide?"
Emperor Xuanwu wore a string of pearls on his head and a python robe. Although nine hundred years had passed, his appearance still did not change much.
Now, he stands out of thin air, just like the Xuansheng Emperor of the past, dominating the world and no one dares to look down upon him.