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Nine Dragons Stage.

Leng Xingyu's expression was cold, his smile plastered across his face as he looked down at Ye Tianqiong, extremely pleased with himself.

"Are they going up?"

Seeing that Ye Tianqiong had not ascended the stage for a long time, some of the spectators started to become impatient, causing them to lose their patience.

Ye Tianqiong frowned, his expression was terrifyingly cold, he turned to look at the spectators, and revealed a cold sneer.

"Brother Ye, it's your turn to go on stage?"

On top of Nine Dragons Stage, Li Changsheng saw that everyone was anxious, causing him to feel troubled, he looked down at Ye Tianqiong and warned him softly.

Ye Tianqiong looked at Li Changsheng, nodded slightly and responded, then leaped up, and instantly flew up to Nine Dragons Stage.

Whoosh!

In the instant that Ye Tianqiong ascended the stage, the sky and earth changed color, and fierce winds surged.

Leng Xingyu and the rest had ugly expressions, the aura Ye Tianqiong was releasing was extremely strong, causing them to unconsciously tense up.

"Senior Emperor Huang, what do you think of my grandfather's chances of winning?" Ye Ling frowned, when he saw that Leng Xingyu and the others were all looking at him with unfriendly faces, he unexpectedly felt the same, and prepared to deal with his grandfather.

This sort of situation was extremely disadvantageous to his grandfather, but he didn't know what his grandfather's strength was, or whether he could deal with this group of shameless and despicable people.

Hearing Ye Ling's question, Emperor Huang's expression became serious, the four patriarchs on the stage had strength for a long time, they immediately shook their heads and looked at Ye Ling, "It's hard to say! Your grandfather should have a fifty percent chance of winning if the four families' primary cultivations are not too far off. "

Ye Ling's face became gloomy, hearing Emperor Huang's judgement, his heart was at a loss of what to do. Although there was a 50% chance of success, a mistake would inevitably occur.

Huan Xiong and Feng Yu looked at each other. They had clearly heard the conversation between Ye Ling and Feng Yu, and naturally, they were a little worried about Ye Tianqiong's situation.

At this moment, the Nine Dragons Stage's atmosphere was extremely heavy. Ye Tianqiong and the other two looked at each other, without any fear.

"Humph!" Ye Tianqiong, you are deliberately seeking death. "

"In a one on one fight, we are indeed not your match, but now that the three of us are prepared to deal with you, do you think you have any chance of winning?"

Leng Xingyu sneered and looked at Ye Tianqiong, who was directly clear of the situation. Now that the three Patriarchs shared a common enemy, they all viewed Ye Tianqiong as a strong opponent.

"You sure have a big mouth!"

"I'm afraid you don't have the strength!"

Ye Tianqiong was disdainful, he sneered, his gaze sweeping past Leng Xingyu and the other two, only to see him suddenly stepping out, and taking the initiative to rush straight at Leng Xingyu.

"You overestimate yourself!" Seeing that Ye Tianqiong was so arrogant, Xue Sihai actually rushed forward, with Leng Xingyu following closely behind. The two of them attacked at the same time, and instantly fought with Ye Tianqiong.

Bang bang!

Ye Tianqiong waved both of his arms, the fist aura unleashed a blood light that instantly forced Leng Xingyu and Xue Sihai to retreat.

When Xia Qingsong saw it, he frowned and suddenly leaped, in a flash he waved his hand, causing the sword rainbow to fly down straight towards Ye Tianqiong's head!

Ye Tianqiong frowned, he suddenly waved his hand and shook the sky, causing the sword rainbow to shatter.

"Ten thousand miles of ice!"

Leng Xingyu was furious, the three of them combined were not able to win against him easily, he simply used his bloodline power, at the same time, the power of the extreme cold in his body erupted.

Whoosh!

A cold wind assaulted his face, it was as sharp as a knife.

Ice shards rained down like rain, blotting out the sky and whistling through the air, sweeping the terrifying wind and frost straight towards Ye Tianqiong.

Xue Sihai frowned, he suddenly flew into the air, and when he raised his hand, a black light instantly condensed and the Bloodline Ares-class flew out of his hand.

"Shameless!" These two guys are definitely going to kill the old gramps! "

Below the stage, Feng Yu was somewhat unable to remain calm. Seeing Leng Xingyu and Xue Sihai use their bloodline's power, Feng Yu was simply merciless.

Ye Ling's expression became serious. Grandfather Ye Tianqiong had only come out of seclusion a hundred years ago and had wasted ten thousand years of time. His cultivation had not improved at all, and his bloodline's strength had definitely been affected as well.

BOOM!

The cold energy on the Nine Dragons Stage dissipated and Ye Tianqiong was actually blown several meters away. The center of his right palm was penetrated by the Death Spear and bright red blood flowed out.

"Whiz!"

Ye Tianqiong had not stabilized his body, but Xia Qingsong had suddenly turned into invisible, as a green light streaked across the sky.

Puff!

Ye Tianqiong was not in time to defend, his chest was pierced by the blade.

"Grandfather!" Seeing that his grandfather Ye Tianqiong was injured, he couldn't help but rush out.

"Wait!" Emperor Huang saw that Ye Ling was being reckless, he anxiously pressed his hand on Ye Ling's shoulder, then looked at Ye Ling with a serious face and said: "Victory or defeat has yet to be decided, your grandfather still has a chance of turning the tables."

Ye Ling's expression froze. What Emperor Huang said puzzled him, and when he looked towards the stage, he saw his grandfather kneeling on one knee, and Xia Qingsong in front of him had actually become somewhat pale.

"Xia Qingsong's mouth is bleeding!"

Just as Ye Ling was pondering, Feng Yu suddenly spoke out.

Ye Ling's face revealed a look of astonishment, only to see that on the stage, Xia Qingsong's mouth was leaking out a bit of bright red blood, and his body was actually trembling slightly.

"What's going on?"

The people below the stage were confused, Ye Tianqiong was obviously injured, but why was he standing there with his face pale and not moving at all?

In truth, Emperor Huang and the others could all see through the truth, because Xia Qingsong had also paid the price. The moment they had exchanged blows, Ye Tianqiong had struck his chest with his palm.

Puff!

Just as everyone was startled and confused, Xia Qingsong suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and dropped to his knees in front of Ye Tianqiong.

"What?" Leng Xingyu's expression changed greatly. Seeing that Xia Qingsong actually succeeded and was even willing to fight himself, he was unable to remain calm.

"Take advantage of his illness and kill him!" Xue Sihai looked vicious as he gritted his teeth before suddenly turning into a black shadow and rushing towards Ye Tianqiong.

Below the stage, Ye Ling's expression was tense, his eyes were wide with anxiety, at the moment his grandfather Ye Tianqiong was heavily injured, but he had actually killed him in pain.

Ye Tianqiong who was kneeling on one knee raised his head to look at Xue Sihai who was charging at him, his mouth revealing a sinister smile, following that, the red light around his body exploded, and a blood shadow above his head instantly overlapped with his body.

Boom! *

Ye Tianqiong used the Blood God's Possession, the power in his body suddenly increased greatly, with a loud sound, it transformed into a red light, grabbing the air with his bare hands, the Sobbing Blood God's Claw instantly struck Xue Sihai's body.

"AHH!"

Xue Sihai screamed miserably as his chest was pierced by the blood claw. Blood rained from the sky and his body fell onto the ground.

Leng Xingyu's expression was ugly, he suddenly waved his arm, and clouds surged in all directions. Strong gales arose, and nine dragons soared in the sky, ice covered the heavens and the earth.

Ye Tianqiong laughed sinisterly, his right hand grabbing the air as a Sobbing Blood Knife with Double Evils appeared.

"Whiz!"

The blade swept out and the nine dragons instantly exploded, turning into a rain of ice that scattered in all directions.

"What!" Leng Xingyu's expression changed greatly. Seeing Ye Tianqiong easily break his Mysterious Ice Nine Dragons Art, he felt his scalp tingling.

"With just this bit of ability, you dare to make this old man an enemy?" Ye Tianqiong sneered. Suddenly, his body split into two, his Dual Aura Phantom Shadow was unleashed, transforming into a pouncing towards Leng Xingyu from the left and right.

Leng Xingyu's terror had exceeded what he had expected and the three of them couldn't do anything about it. Now that he was left alone, he naturally didn't dare to fight against them.

Puff puff!

"AHH!" Leng Xingyu wanted to escape, but Ye Tianqiong's speed suddenly increased, transforming into two blood droplets, he pounced forward, both blades striking Leng Xingyu's body.

Blood blossomed in all directions, Leng Xingyu screamed out suddenly, and his body quickly dropped to the ground.

"Ye Family Head wins!"

Seeing that the winner was already decided, without waiting for Ye Tianqiong to kill Leng Xingyu, Li Changsheng anxiously announced the result, afraid that Ye Tianqiong would start a massacre.

After all, as one of the Four Great Clans, if someone was killed, the Four Great Clans would not rest until they were dead. This was not something he wanted to see.

Ye Tianqiong frowned, he raised his head and looked at Li Changsheng, his expression cold, but he did not say anything, his gaze sweeping across Leng Xingyu and the rest, and directly flew off the stage.

"Isn't this unfair?"

"The Ye Family's leader fought one against three, it wouldn't be too much to kill them, right?"

"Exactly! Leng Family, Xue Clan, and Xia Family are really shameless, you mean.

"…"

In the midst of the spectating crowd, there were some who were extremely dissatisfied. In the battle at Nine Dragons Stage, they had personally witnessed how Ye Tianqiong retaliated against them in a desperate situation. If it weren't for Ye Tianqiong's outstanding achievements, he would have already died at the hands of the other three patriarchs.

"From the looks of it, that old thing is clearly biased!"

Feng Yu raised his head to look at Li Changsheng. This was clearly a life and death duel, yet this person had announced the end of it ahead of time. This was simply going too far.

Huan Xiong laughed bitterly. What Feng Yu said was not without reason, but it was not that easy to deal with right now.

Emperor Huang and Ye Ling did not speak anymore. Ye Tianqiong's defeat had turned into a victory, to their satisfaction, if he really killed the three patriarchs, the Ye Family would definitely face a situation where they were enemies with the three great families in the future.

When Ye Tianqiong returned, his expression was as cold as ice and the murderous aura around his body surged. He was extremely berserk and bloodthirsty, this battle might seem easy, but he had a slim chance of survival.

"Ling'er, do your best." Ye Tianqiong returned, looked at Ye Ling and spoke in a low voice, his tone sounding a little strange.

"Don't worry, grandfather."

"Ling'er will definitely not disgrace the reputation of my Ye Family!"

Ye Ling slightly nodded, and looked at his grandfather Ye Tianqiong, also feeling puzzled in his heart.

Ye Tianqiong nodded and did not continue speaking. He sat cross-legged in the air and chose to close his eyes to recuperate, recovering the injuries on his body.

Seeing his grandfather Ye Tianqiong's face, it was obvious that this battle had made it difficult for him. Even though he had won, Ye Ling guessed that his grandfather's injuries must have been severe.

"You old bastard!"

"He still did not kill you. It seems like the heavens are giving me, Ye Tian's, the chance to personally kill you!"

While Ye Ling and the others were silent, Ye Tian, who was standing behind them, had a fiendish smile on his face. Looking at Ye Tianqiong who was sitting in front of them, he began to curse in his heart, unable to calm his killing intent.