"Friendship between the War God Temple, the Heavenly Curse Sect, and the Chinese? Zhan Tianxing, are you ignorant or stupid? Or do you have ulterior motives?"
Ling Xiao sneered, then looked at the increasing number of War God Temple disciples gathered around him and said loudly: "My fellow disciples, three million years ago, Liu Zhiyun, a genius disciple of my War God Temple, was secretly cursed by the people of the Heavenly Curse Sect when he was proving his way to sainthood. He eventually became possessed and died. Is this what you call friendship
One million eight hundred thousand years ago, the Hua Clan sent out three saints to kill the Eastern Jade Patriarch of our War God Temple in the Demon Dragon Abyss because they falsely accused the Eastern Jade Patriarch of stealing the treasures of the Hua Clan. Later it was confirmed that it was a traitor of the Hua Clan who did it, but they have never expressed any apology to our War God Temple!
One million years ago, when the Lord Red Dragon War God of our War God Temple succeeded to the throne of the War God, he was forced to abdicate by the Heavenly Curse Sect, the Hua Clan, the Five Elements Holy Sect and other holy places. They said that Lord Red Dragon War God was protecting the remnants of the demon clan. In fact, it was for the wordless heavenly book on Lord Red Dragon War God's body! Eventually, the powerful demon clan invaded in large numbers, and our War God Temple suffered heavy casualties. Lord Red Dragon War God's life or death is unknown!
Each of these incidents represents a life-and-death feud, and represents the blood of countless ancestors of our War God Temple. Do you still dare to say that there is any bullshit friendship between our War God Temple and the Heavenly Curse Sect and the Chinese Clan?"
Ling Xiao stood above the void, emitting a vast and ancient aura. His eyes were clear and his voice was extremely loud. He walked towards Zhan Tianxing step by step, with a vast momentum coming from nowhere.
Ling Xiao seemed to have transformed into an ancient sage from the ancient times. His words were laws and his mouth carried the law of heaven. He rebuked many evil demons and heretics, passed down the supreme truth and righteousness, and made his whole body radiate the light of truth!
After hearing Ling Xiao's words, all the disciples of the War God Temple around them became excited, with bloodshot eyes. They looked at Zhan Tianxing, Yang Wen and Hua Tianqiong with eyes full of anger and hatred.
Regardless of whether the disciples had heard of these secrets or not, they were all completely outraged by what Ling Xiao described.
It turns out that there is such a deep and irreconcilable blood feud between the Temple of War God, the Tianzhu Sect, and the Hua Clan!
"Get out of the Temple of War!"
I don’t know who roared first, and then the sky above the entire War God Temple was filled with the roars of many disciples, the sound was like thunder, shaking the sky.
"Get out of the Temple of War!"
"Get out of the Temple of War!"
"… "
Zhan Tianxing, Yang Wen, and even Hua Tianqiong, who had always looked extremely indifferent, couldn't help but change their expressions at this moment, and their eyes were filled with burning murderous intent as they looked towards Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao's skill in stirring people's hearts made them extremely fearful.
If all the disciples of the Temple of War God were united in hatred of the enemy, and a major riot broke out, I'm afraid no one would be able to leave the Temple of War God, and they might be hacked to death here by the angry crowd.
That's really bad luck!
"Long Aotian, I am too lazy to say more to you! I will report this matter to my master, and he will come to you when the time comes. However, you are so deliberate in wanting to destroy the relationship between my War God Temple and the Heavenly Curse Sect and the Chinese Clan. I really doubt your intentions!"
Zhan Tianxing looked at Ling Xiao intently, and finally suppressed the anger and murderous intent in his heart.
Zhan Tianxing had already begun to think of retreating. Now was a time when everyone was very excited. If he were to confront Ling Xiao at this time, it would probably not be a good opportunity.
Although he hated Ling Xiao madly in his heart, he still held back.
"Brother Zhan, don't be angry! He's just a clown. Let me teach him a lesson and let him know what he can and cannot say!"
Yang Wen, dressed in a black robe, had a cold gleam in his eyes and spoke sinisterly.
He looked very thin, but he exuded an extremely cold aura. Mysterious runes were all over his body, and the light in his eyes looked extremely sinister and vicious, like a poisonous snake.
Even Zhan Tianxing was unwilling to stand beside him, as if he was about to be frozen by the chill from Yang Wen.
"Be careful, this guy is not simple!"
Hua Tianqiong said calmly, his eyes extremely deep, as if no one could tell what he was thinking.
“Brother Hua, don’t worry. He is only a mere rank six semi-saint. Without the Fantian Seal, he is nothing!”
Yang Wen smiled faintly, appearing extremely confident.
whoosh!
Yang Wen rose into the air, his black robe fluttering around him and mysterious runes flashing under his feet. He stood opposite Ling Xiao, and a vast and terrifying aura burst out from him.
That aura, as if it was the power of the laws of heaven and earth, pressed down on Ling Xiao from all directions. Ling Xiao was like an abandoned child abandoned by heaven and earth. The feeling was extremely uncomfortable.
Boom!
Ling Xiao's eyes also flashed with a sharp light, and the golden blood and energy around him rose up, vast and mighty, rising into the sky like a blazing sun, sweeping away the surrounding cold and gloomy aura.
Yang Wen and Ling Xiao, one is extremely yin and cold, the other is extremely yang and strong, the confrontation between them set off an invisible storm that caused the surrounding void to shake.
"Is Uncle Long going to fight Yang Wen? I wonder if he can defeat Yang Wen?"
Everyone couldn't help but shudder, and a hint of anticipation appeared in their eyes.
"It's hard to say. Saint Gao Yang was defeated by Yang Wen. Yang Wen's spells are very strange and hard to guard against!"
"Uncle Long has the Fantian Seal in his hand, and he can even fight against Elder Huangtai. What can this Yang Wen be compared to?"
“Since Yang Wen dared to fight Uncle Long, he might have a treasure in his hand that is not inferior to the Fantian Seal! However, in a competition between geniuses of two sects, if one of them uses the most precious divine weapon first, it means he loses. I’m afraid they won’t use the most precious divine weapon unless it is absolutely necessary!”
"I hope Uncle Long can win. This Yang Wen and that Hua Tianqiong are so annoying!"
"… "
Many disciples of the War God Temple discussed in low voices.
“Long Aotian, you know the Holy Son of Gao Yang, right? He was defeated by me and then nailed to the Battle Mountain. The so-called Holy Son of the War God Temple is still too weak and disappointing. I hope you won’t let me down!”
Yang Wen looked at Ling Xiao with interest and sneered.
"Oh, are you so confident?"
Ling Xiao's expression was very calm.
"It's not because of self-confidence, but because you are too weak! Although your body is very strong and your boxing skills are superb, even many high-level semi-saints may not be your opponents! But your cultivation is your biggest flaw. In front of me, no matter how strong your body is, it is meaningless!"
Yang Wen smiled slightly.
(End of this chapter)