"Long Aotian?!"
After seeing the figure in the void, Zhan Tianxing was shocked and his face instantly became extremely ugly. His eyes were like blades, full of cold murderous intent.
Although Zhan Tianxing's cultivation has greatly improved and he has broken through to the eighth level of semi-saint and has become the fourth saint of the Temple of War, Ling Xiao still left a strong shadow in his heart. Every time he sees Ling Xiao, he becomes mad with hatred.
If looks could kill, Ling Xiao would probably have been cut into pieces by Zhan Tianxing by now!
"Uncle Long!"
Hu Zi also shouted in surprise, his eyes full of excitement.
Boom!
In the void, golden divine light enveloped the sky, vast and majestic energy and blood steamed like flames, and the huge fist print contained an invincible force that spanned the heaven and earth, fierce and domineering.
The six Chinese warriors couldn't help but change their complexion. Just feeling the wind from the fist made them tremble with fear, and they felt that they had no way to resist at all.
“Kill!”
Finally, the six powerful men of the Hua clan could not bear it any longer. They roared in anger and mobilized all their skills. The vast holy power gathered into one. The power of the six people burst out at the same time, and they all displayed powerful magical powers to rush towards Ling Xiao!
Snap!
Divine light intertwined in the void, and the holy power was vast and unparalleled. Only a crisp sound was heard, and Ling Xiao's golden fist print was like an ancient sacred mountain, pressing down directly from the nine heavens, breaking all the attacks of the six Chinese warriors, and then slammed heavily on them, blasting them away.
Puff puff…
The six Chinese warriors were all shaking violently, their chests collapsed instantly, blood gushed out of their mouths, their breath was weak, and their eyes were filled with extreme horror.
They found that facing Ling Xiao's powerful punch, they had no power to resist at all. It was like they were facing an almighty saint. Even if the six of them joined forces, they still felt powerless.
How could this Long Aotian be so strong
Isn't it said that Long Aotian's cultivation is only at the beginning of the semi-saint realm, and the reason why he is so strong is because of the Fantian Seal? But now the Fantian Seal has not appeared, and Ling Xiao defeated all six powerful men of the Hua clan with just one punch!
"Sixth-turn Half-Saint?! How... is this possible?"
Zhan Tianxing's expression changed, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he couldn't help but exclaimed.
When Ling Xiao left the Temple of War God, he had just entered the realm of Semi-Saint. However, in just a few years, Ling Xiao's cultivation had already reached the realm of Six-Turn Semi-Saint. This rocket-like speed of improvement was simply unheard of.
After all, even though Zhan Tianxing had extraordinary talent, the reason why he was able to break through two small realms in a short period of time was also because of his previous accumulation. It was only for the sake of the Fantian Seal that he forcibly suppressed his cultivation to the realm of the sixth turn of half-saint. During this period of time, he consumed countless natural treasures, and even had the Lei Xuansha to empower him, so that he could reach the realm of the eighth turn of half-saint.
"Zhan Tianxing, you allowed others to deal with your own sect's disciples. The War God Temple has fallen to this point because there are too many people like you! It seems that the lesson I taught you before was not enough. Do you want to die?"
Ling Xiao's eyes were cold as he stared at Zhan Tianxing and spoke slowly.
Boom!
His voice exploded in the sky above the Temple of War God like thunder, containing unfathomable majesty and domineering power, causing the many disciples of the Temple of War God around him to shudder all over and their eyes to become somewhat excited.
This Uncle Master Long Aotian did not disappoint them!
"Hmph! Long Aotian, don't think that you can teach me a lesson here just because you have become the Lord of the War Temple! This black donkey is not a disciple of my War Temple. It has stolen a lot of precious medicinal materials from our War Temple, and even many elixirs. What's wrong with me teaching it a lesson according to the sect's rules? This is your pet, and you have your own responsibilities!"
Zhan Tianxing snorted coldly.
Now Lei Xuansha is in charge of the Temple of War God and temporarily takes over the position of the God of War. As Lei Xuansha's disciple and the Holy Son of the Temple of War God, he naturally does not take Ling Xiao seriously at all and speaks in an extremely tough manner.
"Zhan Tianxing, how dare you frame your grandfather? You are the pet, your whole family is a pet!"
Black Donkey widened his eyes and glared at Zhan Tianxing unkindly.
Ling Xiao glared at the black donkey fiercely. He knew in his heart that Zhan Tianxing's words were not entirely false accusations. He was very clear about the character of the dragon horse. Since it was in the Temple of the God of War, then the precious medicinal materials and elixirs of the Temple of the God of War had probably been destroyed by it.
The black donkey turned his head away somewhat guiltily, as if nothing had happened.
Ling Xiao was so angry that he laughed in his heart, but this was not the time to teach this bastard a lesson. He remained calm on the surface and said coldly: "Zhan Tianxing, don't make excuses to frame Black Donkey. Isn't it just that the genius of the Hua clan wants my pet? Do you have to curry favor with him like this? Why did I hear that he injured Gao Yang and Wu Xiong? Not only did you not stand up for the two brothers, you are even here to curry favor with him. Is someone like you worthy of being the Holy Son of the Temple of War
Besides, can you just call me by my name? You don't know the difference between respect and inferiority, and you don't know how to respect your teacher. Why don't you kneel down and pay your respects to me?"
Ling Xiao's words were sonorous and powerful, and his curse was hearty and thorough, which made many disciples of the Temple of War God secretly happy. They even looked at Zhan Tianxing with some contempt.
The Holy Son Gaoyang and the Holy Son Wuxiong were injured by Yang Wen, the Holy Son of the Tianzhu Sect, and Hua Tianqiong of the Hua Clan in the name of sparring. However, Zhan Tianxing not only did not think about regaining face and dignity for the War God Temple, but instead protected and fawned over Yang Wen and Hua Tianqiong everywhere. Many disciples of the War God Temple had already been filled with anger.
At this moment, Ling Xiao's words really expressed their thoughts.
Ling Xiao is the Lord of the War Hall, which means he is of the same generation as Lei Xuansha and Lord God of War. The status of the Lords of the Nine Veins of the War Hall is extremely honorable. Even the Holy Son of the War Hall has to observe the etiquette of a disciple when meeting the Lords of the Nine Halls.
Ling Xiao asked Zhan Tianxing to kneel down and pay his respects, and he was not at all shy.
Ling Xiao's words almost made Zhan Tianxing explode with anger. He pointed at Ling Xiao with trembling body, his eyes full of anger and murderous intent, and said: "Long Aotian, the master of the War Hall should have been me. What qualifications do you have to be in charge of the War Hall? Yang Wen and Hua Tianqiong are both honored guests of my War God Hall. You are insulting them so wantonly, are you trying to destroy the friendship between my War God Hall and the Tianzhu Sect and the Hua Clan?"
(End of this chapter)