"You deserve it." Seeing Quasi-Emperor Tanshe vomiting blood, Quasi-Emperor Yaozhao, who had been beaten down before, couldn't help laughing and shouting.
Earlier, I summoned you, but no one came to help. The prince of our clan was beaten and maimed, and was later captured.
Now, your prince has been maimed and you are calling me to help in the battle. Why do you have such a big face? This is what you deserve.
It also gives you a taste of the state of mind that you feel when you watch the prince being beaten and disabled and banned, but you are helpless.
"梼杌." He was already angry, but when he heard the quasi-emperor 梼杌 grinned ferociously, the quasi-emperor Tanshe exploded on the spot, with overwhelming murderous intent.
"What can you do to me?" Emperor Zhunzhu cursed, his words not concealed at all. The more he scolded, the more joyfully he laughed.
"I want to laugh again." Seeing the quasi-emperors of the two clans fighting each other, the monks from all over the world felt very comfortable and enjoyed watching this scene.
"The best thing is civil strife in the ancient times. Only by checking and balancing each other can we, the heavens, defeat each other." Someone mused.
"What I'm more curious about is the identity of the young man wearing the mask. He defeated the princes of two clans in a row. His identity must not be simple." More people looked at the battle stage and stared at Ye Chen.
"What kind of secret method? It's so mysterious that even the eyes of heaven can't see through it." Chiyangzi looked at it again and again and muttered.
"Don't you think that he is very similar to Chen Ye now? They both use secret techniques to cover up their origins." Master Jiuxiao said.
"Don't make trouble, the emperor will kill Chen Ye without a doubt." The old man, Quasi-Emperor, squeezed his beard, "I'm afraid you are overthinking."
Listening to the discussions among many elders, the Little Ape Emperor and Long Jie looked at each other and smiled, but each remained tight-lipped.
Ye Chen did not reveal his true identity and had his own plans. They all understood this and did not reveal it.
"Are you happy that your sweetheart is still alive?" Xiao Jiuxian poked Beisheng with his little hand, his big eyes twitching.
"What... what sweetheart." Bei Sheng was flustered for a moment, but the blush on his cheeks kept coming one after another.
"Dare to love and hate, there's nothing to be ashamed of." The goddess of the spirit race laughed and said, consciously saving the dragon from disaster.
When she pulled him back, the face of the Goddess of the Wu Clan darkened, and when his face darkened, the Goddess of the Ancient Clan puffed up her small mouth.
It's a pity that the son of the barbarian god is dead, otherwise the bad temper will come up again. There were a bunch of people in the past, but now there is only one person.
"I still can't figure out how Ye Chen survived." Nan Di lamented, "The fate star has indeed fallen!"
"Who is he, the undefeated Holy Body? How can my brother die just because he wants to? Lao Qi has many ways to save his life?" the little ape emperor said, and stuffed another pill into his mouth.
"There is a huge gap between us and him. Although we are at the same level, we are no longer on the same level." The Emperor shook his head and smiled.
No one refutes these words. Not to mention Ye Chen's combat power, let's talk about his record. Not to mention the genius of the younger generation, the giants of the older generation are also far behind.
The myth of killing two emperors in one generation is destined to become a legend of an era, and will be regarded as a story and passed down forever.
On the stage, Ye Chen had knocked out the Ninth Prince Tan Snake, pulled out his natal soul, and stuffed it into the copper furnace.
"Don't move, let me come." Before Kui Niu could start fighting, Li Changsheng pounced on him, kicked him wildly, and yelled at him, "Let me show off."
"This guy has a bright future." Kui Niu looked at him with a meaningful look on his face. He really knew what he was doing, and he felt really comfortable.
Compared to these two guys, Ren Xizun is much more normal. He stands quietly and looks at the outside world, his smile full of vicissitudes of life.
"Who else?" Ye Chen tilted his head and looked at the prince of the great clan. His eyes were bright, and he was looking at the world. He had never lost in battles at the same level. Even without the help of quasi-emperor soldiers, he still looked down upon the heroes. .
On the other side, a man stood up. His silver robe was fierce, his prehistoric aura was strong, and his eyes were deeper than the starry sky.
The ninth prince of the Qiongqi clan, well, he should be the eighth prince, because his ninth brother had already been captured by Ye Chen.
There is a huge gap between a ninth prince and an eighth prince. This guy's energy and blood are stronger than Ye Chen's. The hidden treasure contains ancient mysterious power. If you listen carefully, you can still hear the sound of the avenue.
"This is quite righteous." Ye Chen whispered, his expression didn't change much, it was absolute confidence.
"You have been defeated in a row. With such fighting power, you are definitely not a nobody." The eighth prince Qiongqi smiled faintly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. He didn't look at Ye Chen directly, his eyes were sideways.
"The name is just a nickname. If you want, you can call me brother, uncle, or uncle." Ye Chen couldn't help but shrugged, "Of course, if you insist on calling me grandpa, I won't object."
"I would like to see if you are still so sharp-tongued after being suppressed by me." The Eighth Prince Qiongqi smiled cruelly, stepped on the battle platform with one step, and swept forward with a palm.
"Suppress me? You are thinking too much." Ye Chen clenched his golden fist tightly, and merged many secret techniques to evolve the universe, create yin and yang, and gather into chaos. His punch was ordinary, but he was unparalleled in dominance. He blasted through the space and his strikes were more powerful than Qiongqi's. .
The fists and palms collided, the space exploded, and blood splattered, some purple and some golden, which was very dazzling.
Looking at the two of them again, Qiongqi was kicking back, his palms were bloody and bloody, his fist bones were cracked, and blood was flowing.
On the other hand, Ye Chen's golden fist also cracked and blood dripped. In terms of physical strength, Qiongqi absolutely crushed the Holy Body. In terms of bloodline level, Qiongqi also suppressed the Holy Body.
"Very good." The Eighth Prince Qiongqi smiled sinisterly, raised his hand, and licked the blood on his palm with a sinister smile.
Its recovery power is unparalleled. In just a moment, the wound healed, and strands of blood flowed back into the body.
Only when he actually faced Ye Chen did he realize how powerful Ye Chen was, but the more he did it, the more excited he became, his eyes were shining brightly, and he was defeated too easily, and it was too boring.
"I wonder if anyone has told you that your smile is really disgusting." Ye Chen clicked his tongue and made a strong attack with his seal.
"You will die in an ugly way." The Eighth Prince Qiongqi sneered. He looked like a ghost and attacked from the front. Between his eyebrows, there was a third eye open, shining with a bewildering light and full of magic power. He looked directly at it. Confused.
However, that is for ordinary people, and for ruthless people like Ye Chen who have the eyes of reincarnation, the eye technique can be ignored directly.
The eyes that really made him fearful were the legendary Chaos Eyes, but unfortunately, the Eighth Prince Qiongqi's eyes weren't the same.
It's amazing how confident the Eighth Prince is! Confident that Ye Chen was disturbed by his third eye, he swiped behind Ye Chen. His palm was like a magic sword, covered with icy cold light, and there were seal characters flowing around, intending to chop Ye Chen into pieces with one palm.
"Who gave you the confidence?" Ye Chen was even faster and disappeared before Qiongqi's sword fell.
When he appeared again, he was already behind Qiongqi. His raised palm was like a palm knife, shining with golden light and unparalleled dominance.
Qiongqi's expression changed and his eyes were full of shock. He didn't expect Ye Chen to ignore his third eye, nor did he expect that Ye Chen could avoid the fatal blow and instantly go around behind him.
If he thought too much about the danger, he would run away immediately, otherwise he would suffer a big loss.
But the problem is, he can't avoid it. Ye Chen's palm knife has fallen, breaking his body and cutting off his spine.
Blood splattered and bones flew everywhere, which was very dazzling.
Everything happened in a flash of lightning. A decisive kill was a success, but Ye Chen counterattacked and hit him hard.
Fortunately, he is Qiongqi, physically domineering, and very able to withstand beatings. If he were a normal race, he would have been hacked by Ye Chensheng.
But even so, he was extremely miserable, and he fell on the battle platform, with a big character all over the place.
"The bones are really hard." Ye Chen sighed and clicked his tongue.
"You deserve to die." The eighth prince Qiongqi roared and stood up suddenly, but before he could stand up, Ye Chen stepped down with his foot. The sole of his foot was as heavy as a mountain, and it was definitely powerful enough.
The Eighth Prince Qiongqi was embarrassed and was stepped back onto the fighting platform. The spine that had just been connected was broken by Ye Chen's step.
This kick made the young monks watching the battle tremble in their hearts. It could even break Qiongqi's spine. You can imagine how heavy it was. If it were them, they would have turned into bloody mud.
The elders were also heartbroken when they saw it. It was really rare to be able to crush Qiongqi's spine with one kick against someone of the same level.
Compared to them, the quasi-emperor of the Qiongqi clan was much uglier and ferocious. It was indeed a great shame and humiliation for the dignified prince of the Qiongqi clan to be trampled to the ground like this.
But they didn't stop him, because Prince Qiongqi couldn't defeat him so cleanly, and he still had a chance to counterattack.
Sure enough, there was a roar from the battle platform, and the Eighth Prince Qiongqi transformed into his true form and just kicked Ye Chen.
Speaking of his size, he was indeed huge, like a mountain, with eyes like a large wine vat, shining with cruelty and bloodthirsty light.
"This figure is so domineering." Ye Chen couldn't help but raise his head. In front of Qiongqi's true form, he was like a little grasshopper.
"Bite your bones and drink your blood." The eighth prince Qiongqi roared, shaking the sky, and shot out domineering thunder from his eyes.
It is a great magical power that ignores the physical body and directly attacks the true body of the soul. The Qiongqi clan has a domineering physical body. Among the prehistoric tribe, it is ranked first in the list, and the soul attack is also at the peak.
"The power is okay, but the speed is not." Ye Chen stepped on the Seven-Star Taixu Step and traveled across the sky, avoiding the thunder.
A strong attack is useless and cannot hit anyone. No matter how strong it is, it is just a decoration. It is thankless and only increases the vulnerability.
This flaw was fatal. Ye Chen avoided the thunder and in an instant, he was in front of Qiongqi.
The Bahuang Fist has been clenched tightly. One punch can be said to be devastating, and the blow to return to nature directly attacks Qiongqi's giant eyes.
Blood spurted out from Qiongqi's eyes again, and one huge pupil was turned into a bloody hole by Ye Chen's punch.
The screams suddenly started, Qiongqi staggered and stepped back, one of his two pupils had been destroyed by Ye Chen.
"Come on, let's make a pair." Ye Chen was very considerate. He took a step forward, and the second punch was already out, and it was even more powerful. Qiongqi's second eye was also turned red by it.
Blood spurted out again, and there were wailings again. The pain was so great that he returned to his human form, rolled out sideways, and his eyes became holes.
"Old Qi, why are you talking nonsense? Let's make a quick decision!" Kui Niu's heart palpitated and he was jumping up and down in the furnace.
He knows Ye Chen's combat power best. The Eighth Prince Qiongqi has three or five big moves. If he can stand still, he will lose.
But Ye Chen was on the good side. From the beginning of the fight until now, none of his moves were decisive, and he was reserved, as if he was giving in on purpose.
"Don't worry, I will kill him as soon as our reinforcements from Dachu arrive." Ye Chen smiled and went straight to Qiongqi.