In the clouds, Lord Nancheng, who was standing with several other monarchs, listened to Luo Yu's words, his eyes flickered slightly, and he said: "Luo Yu, it's not that I want to be an enemy of you, but we each serve our own master."
"Each for his own master?"
Hearing this, Luo Yu and Leng Hua's hearts moved slightly. They looked at each other, and then Luo Yu said in a deep voice: "As a monarch, in charge of a region, how can you be its master? Could it be..."
"Dead people don't need to know too much." A monarch next to him said, glancing at the monarch of Nancheng next to him, and said: "Just kill them and take Xuanyuan Moze away. Why bother to say more to them?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he revealed an inexplicable smile: "I heard that Luo Yu is one of the eight Phoenix Guard captains under Feng Jiu. How about letting Lord Nancheng deal with him?"
Lord Nancheng looked at Luo Yu and said, "Lord Yuanling is very powerful, why don't you let us open our eyes?"
"Oh! In that case, Lord Nancheng, you'd better watch carefully and see how I take his life!" said the monarch. As soon as his voice fell, a flash of light and shadow appeared, and in the blink of an eye, he slapped Luo Yu in the face.
Luo Yu rushed forward without dodging upon seeing this. He gathered spiritual energy in his palm and struck out with it as well. The palm containing spiritual energy instantly grew several sizes in mid-air and hit the attacking Yuan Ling Lord with a bang.
"Bang!"
The two palm prints collided, causing a powerful impact sound. The moment the sound spread, two air currents also dispersed in the air, causing the waves on the sea to rise dozens of feet.
“Wow!”
When the waves splashed around the two people, two figures also met head-on. Both of them were extremely powerful people. At this time, they were fighting back and forth. Strong airflow spread out from around them, and the murderous aura of their palms hit the sea surface with a loud bang.
Even though the Yuan Ling monarch was quite powerful, Luo Yu was one of the eight captains under Feng Jiu, and her skills and strength were all created by her. How could she be compared to anyone else? Especially in this one-on-one situation.
Not long after the two men fought, Luo Yu struck out with a palm wind. The extremely fast palm wind, with a powerful force, hit Lord Yuan Ling heavily on the chest.
"Bang!"
When the heavy blow sounded with a bang, the previously confident Lord Yuan Ling only felt that when the palm strike landed, his chest seemed to have shifted its position without any response, and a sharp pain came over him. A stream of blood spurted out from his chest and rushed straight to his throat.
"puff!"
As the man was knocked dozens of meters away and fell towards the sea, a mouthful of blood spurted out, shocking some people in the clouds and making them scream in surprise.
"monarch!"
A figure rushed out and quickly went to the place where he was shot down and supported him to prevent him from falling into the deep sea.
"Lord Yuan Ling, you're nothing special!" Luo Yu said coldly, flicking his sleeves and moving his hand. A sharp sword with a cold glow appeared in his hand, pointing diagonally at the sea.
He stared at the other monarchs standing in the clouds and watching coldly, and said, "Who else wants to come down and fight? I, Luo Yu, will accompany you to the end!"