C1216 The unlucky martial saint

Ye Xiaoyao sneered, and just as he was about to speak, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his body trembled lightly, as though he had felt something unbelievable, and he suddenly lowered his head to look at the abyss below him.

At this time, within the Azure Dragon Stream, for some reason, a multicolored light flickered, and a berserk, desolate, and ancient aura emanated from it.

"How is this possible?" Ye Xiaoyao's body slightly trembled, not because he was afraid, but because... Excited.

"Sir!" Although the Dark Moon Palace on the other side had also sensed that the Azure Dragon Stream was acting strangely, they did not think too much about it and thought that it was a normal occurrence.

Seeing Ye Xiaoyao like this, he thought he was afraid. After all, no matter how strong one person was, they would still only be one person and would be unable to contend against a Sacred Ground.

"Scram!" Ye Xiaoyao suddenly turned his head, and shouted.

"You!"

The black-robed Martial Saint's face was flushed red, and fury burned in his eyes. With his status and strength, he could be counted on one hand in this Essence domain, and anyone who saw him would feel fear and respect.

"You what you! Do you really think This Emperor has no temper? " Ye Xiaoyao's cold voice resounded within the heaven and earth, imposing and indifferent. With a long whistle, he waved the sleeve robe.

A stream of Pile that had reached the pinnacle of condensed spirit energy whizzed out, and instantly appeared in front of the black-robed Martial Saint while tearing space like a long dragon. Just as he was about to fall into a daze because of the title "This Emperor", it ruthlessly smashed onto his chest.

Let alone the fact that he wasn't in his original condition, even if he was already prepared, he wouldn't be able to dodge this strike. The protective Spiritual Energy flowing on his body instantly shattered as a massive force bombarded his chest.

His eyes bulged out, and following the sound of bones shattering, a mouthful of blood sprayed out from the black-clothed Martial Saint. His previously mighty and arrogant body shot out like a broken bag, directly smashing into several distant mountain peaks, collapsing. Only then did he weakly lie down in the dust, coughing out blood continuously, as his head tilted to the side, and passed out.

Otherwise, with his tyrannical cultivation in the Titled Martial Emperor, even if it was just a casual strike, forget about an early stage Martial Saint, even if it was a strong practitioner on the level of Quasi-monarch, he would still die.

This was the power of a Martial Emperor!

The further one cultivated, the harder it was for them to break through. They would have to immerse themselves in cultivation for a long time in each minor realm, accumulating and settling down for many years. At the same time, it was even harder to challenge those who were stronger.

Even Ling Yun of the past did not dare to say that he had surpassed his cultivation realm to challenge Demon Monarch. The reason he was able to kill Demon Monarch was because his mental strength had long since reached the middle of the seventh step and his physical body had also reached the seventh transition golden body. Rather than calling it Martial Saint, it would be more accurate to say that he was a Martial Emperor.

Only, the Saint Rankings were based on spiritual energy, so he was able to be ranked on the Saint Rankings. It wasn't only him, but the other eight who had entered the Saint Rankings also managed to reach the Seventh Cycle (Seventh Order).

Just as everyone was still immersed in the overweeningly black Martial Saint which was being casually blown away by Ye Xiaoyao, and had yet to react even though they were half dead, another voice resounded like thunder in the entire world.

"Who is it? How dare you kill the people of my Su Family! "

"Scram!"

Ye Xiaoyao's face turned cold, his eyelids twitched, he gently raised his hand and slapped towards a certain direction in the air.

After that, there was a stupefied scream. An old man with a head full of white hair appeared out of nowhere and was sent flying like a cloud.

Looking at his expression, it was obvious that he still hadn't come to his senses. He simply didn't know who had beaten him …