"You have to know that the martial arts holy land of the God of War Continent is not comparable to those self-proclaimed martial arts holy lands like you! What is a martial arts holy land? It can only be called a martial arts holy land if there are supreme masters who rule the world and have created a martial arts tradition that has lasted for ten thousand years! A mere king-level master doesn't even have the qualifications to establish a sect in the God of War Continent!"
The Ninth Saint's words made the people from the four major martial arts holy places blush.
Compared with the God of War Continent, the Eight Desolate Realm is indeed like a frog in a well.
"God of War Continent, is that amazing?"
Ling Xiao smiled coldly, "The Eight Desolate Realm ten thousand years ago was the center of this world, and the Changsheng Gate ten thousand years ago was the most powerful martial arts holy land in this world. Even the strong men in the Supreme Realm had to bow down to them!
"Our Changsheng Sect has inherited the legacy of our ancestors, and one day we will rule the world! What is the power behind you? Can it compare to the Changsheng Sect ten thousand years ago? If not, are you worthy of my submission?"
Ling Xiao's words immediately made the Ninth Saint's face gloomy.
"Very good, Ling Xiao, since you refuse to accept my toast, then this Saint Son will have no choice but to slaughter your Changsheng Sect and cut you into pieces! I hope you don't kneel down and beg for mercy in a while!"
The Ninth Saint's voice was extremely cold. Being scolded by Ling Xiao made him very angry and humiliated. In a rage and shame, he developed a fierce murderous intent towards Ling Xiao.
"Ling Xiao, what the hell is the Ninth Holy Son? So what if he is from the God of War Continent? Watch me kill this little devil!"
The old goat couldn't help it any longer, sneered, and rushed towards the ghost general Wuchang.
"You evil beast, you're looking for death!"
The ghost general Wuchang's eyes turned cold. Although he was quite surprised that the old goat killed Hong Luo, he was immediately furious that the old goat was so arrogant as to provoke him. The Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand flew across the sky and chopped down at the old goat with force.
"Everyone, attack! I will wipe out every last one of the Changsheng Sect today!"
The Ninth Holy Son said with a grim expression.
With the order from the Ninth Holy Son, the great elders of the Netherworld Sect and the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, as well as the powerful men from the remaining four holy places seemed to have gained confidence, and they all roared and rushed towards Changsheng Mountain.
"Ling Xiao, since you are not convinced, this Saint Son will personally beat you until you are convinced!"
A cold light flashed in the eyes of the Ninth Saint Son, and he threw a punch towards Ling Xiao.
Snap!
Black thunder crisscrossed the void, and the Ninth Holy Son's aura was violent. A huge ancient tomb seemed to appear behind him, and endless death energy gushed out, pressing down on Ling Xiao like a heavenly monument.
"kill!"
Ling Xiao's eyes also revealed a strong fighting spirit, with dragon power emanating from his body, and he rushed forward with an invincible fist.
boom!
Ling Xiao's fist shone with dazzling golden light, like an angry Vajra, slamming into the Heavenly Monument, bursting out with dazzling divine light, and instantly shattering the Heavenly Monument.
The Ninth Holy Son had an icy look on his face, and the Heavenly Stele transformed into black runes that condensed on the light of his fist, then smashed down towards Ling Xiao.
"Emperor's Tomb Fist!"
A cold voice sounded, and the fist of the Ninth Holy Son crossed the sky, like the fist of the Great Emperor, as if to destroy everything, containing unparalleled divine power.
"Emperor's Tomb Fist? It really is from the Holy Land of Emperor's Tomb Mountain!"
There was a gleam in Ling Xiao's eyes. He had guessed before that the Huangquan Shenglong Formation was originally the protective formation of the Emperor's Tomb Mountain lineage. Now that he saw the Ninth Saint Son performing the Emperor's Tomb Fist, he naturally understood the identity of the Ninth Saint Son.
The signature martial art of Emperor's Tomb Mountain is the Emperor's Tomb Supreme Scripture. According to legend, if one cultivates it to the extreme, one will possess a trace of the power of the ancient emperors, able to destroy the heavens and the earth with unparalleled power.
"How dare Emperor Tomb Mountain covet the Eight Desolate Territory? Damn it!"
There was murderous intent in Ling Xiao's eyes, his blood was boiling, and the power of his flying dragon body burst out. Ling Xiao punched like a dragon, shrouded in golden lightning, and fought with the Ninth Holy Son.
This Ninth Holy Son seemed to have just entered the realm of kings and princes, but he had practiced the Supreme Sutra of the Emperor's Tomb, so his strength was unparalleled, far beyond the reach of the supreme elders of the four holy places.
The Emperor's Tomb Fist is extremely lethal. When it is performed, it is like the eternal emperor's tomb in the chaos, burying all living things.
Boom!
Ling Xiao and the Ninth Saint Son exchanged dozens of punches in an instant, and unparalleled strong winds swept across the void in all directions. They were actually evenly matched.
"How is this possible?! Could it be that he really has inherited the legacy of the Heaven Devouring Supreme?"
A huge wave of emotion rose in the heart of the Ninth Saint Son. He was extremely shocked, and at the same time, he became more and more convinced that Ling Xiao might have inherited the legacy of the Heaven-Devouring Supreme.
Otherwise, how could someone with the mere cultivation level of Heaven and Man be a match for the Ninth Holy Son
You know, although the Netherworld Sect’s Grand Elder’s cultivation was several levels higher than the Ninth Saint Son, he could not last more than three moves in his hands.
This further strengthened the Ninth Saint's idea that as long as he killed Ling Xiao and seized Ling Xiao's inheritance, his status as the Ninth Saint in the Emperor's Tomb Mountain would definitely be greatly enhanced.
"Emperor's Tomb Fist, the Emperor destroys the eight wastelands!"
The Ninth Holy Son roared, and the black divine light around him boiled. He punched out with a vastness as the ocean, like a great emperor overlooking the nine heavens and ten earths, stepping out and coming towards Ling Xiao to kill him.
This punch was so powerful that it shook the surrounding mountains and the sky.
The supreme martial arts is to make people possess the supreme invincible and unparalleled killing power from the very beginning!
Although Ling Xiao's Heaven-Swallowing Secret Art and Ancestral Dragon Secret Art are not inferior to the Supreme Martial Arts when cultivated to the peak, and are even stronger, they are not the ultimate killing skills, so they do not seem as powerful as the Supreme Martial Arts.
"Four Elephants Sky-Strike Style!"
Ling Xiao shouted coldly. The Seven Ultimate Divine Skills that could swallow the sky and destroy the earth were created by Ling Xiao in his previous life. They were extremely powerful and were also the most powerful killing skills in Ling Xiao's hands now.
Boom!
The four divine lights shot up into the sky, and the forces of earth, water, wind and fire intertwined as if to recreate chaos, instantly enveloping the emperor.
The blazing fist light was crisscrossing, the surrounding mountains were shattered, the heaven and earth were shaking, but Changsheng Mountain was not affected at all. There were traces of mysterious runes overflowing, protecting Changsheng Mountain.
Ling Xiao and the Ninth Holy Son, like two ferocious beasts that could destroy the world, were unmatched in the void and were colliding violently.
Finally, the Four Symbols Divine Light destroyed the Great Emperor's shadow, and like a brilliant sword energy, it crossed the sky and slashed towards the Ninth Holy Son.
"Emperor's Tomb Fist, Heaven and Earth mourn together!"
The Ninth Saint's eyes were gloomy, and filled with burning greed. The stronger Ling Xiao became, the more he coveted the martial arts that Ling Xiao practiced.
boom!
It was as if an ancient sacred mountain exploded. The Ninth Holy Son punched out with an unparalleled fist. The blazing divine light caused the sky to shake violently. The unparalleled fist slammed towards Ling Xiao, accompanied by a mysterious vision of heaven and earth wailing and blood raining down.
The Ninth Holy Son's punch seemed to shatter the heaven and earth, causing them to weep.
The sky was filled with wind and clouds, and the power of heaven and earth was swept away by the Ninth Holy Son. The vast might of heaven pressed down, and was about to tear Ling Xiao into pieces!
(End of this chapter)