Peerless God Emperor

"In the previous battle, your Emperor was at the ninth level, and I was at the seventh level, so I lost. Now that I have advanced to the eighth level, if I were to lose again, my talent would be inferior, and I would be willing to give up my title of Young Master."    

Qing Mu's voice was calm and without any ripples, but it caused the hearts of the crowd to surge, and incomparable shock flashed in their eyes. This Qing Mu, so confident.    

Even now, his cultivation was still lower than Yue Hongxuan's, but he said that if he lost again, he was willing to give up his title of Young Master. It could be seen how confident he was in his own strength.    

Without absolute confidence, how could he say such words?    

Yue Hongxuan looked at Qing Mu, as the corner of his mouth suddenly revealed a trace of a smile, and said: "You are very confident, but many times confidence comes from the wrong judgement of the opponent's strength.    

"Is that so?" Qing Mu frowned, he did not comment.    

Yue Hongxuan also did not speak any further. At this point in time, any rebuttal seemed pale and powerless, and only after a true fight could they prove whether or not what they said was true.    

"Brother Qing, I trust you." At this time, a clear voice came out, the expressions of the crowd could not help but change, they looked towards the person who spoke, only to see Qin Xuan standing there quietly, looking straight at Qing Mu.    

"Qin Xuan still hasn't made his move, he has already released the nine echoes of the silver drum, I wonder how many echoes the golden drum can produce?" Many people thought to themselves.    

"Of course." Qing Mu nodded at Qin Xuan, then turned and faced the golden drum, the Qi around his body gradually becoming stern, and many spatial laws filled the space around him, releasing terrifying fluctuations.    

"Forbidden Sky Palm." Qing Mu spoke as his palm waved through the air. In an instant, tens of thousands of palm images bloomed out, like a mirage, dazzling everyone's eyes.    

Every palm imprint contained a terrifying amount of spatial energy, causing the space in front of them to become heavy, as though it was being confined. Even the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth had stopped flowing, as though it was being suppressed by a strong force.    

All of the heaven's pride level experts stared at the space, only to see tens of thousands of palm prints surrounding Qing Mu, appearing to be real and illusory, as though they had fused with the world, as though the entire space had been enveloped by a restrictive force. Once it erupted, it would unleash an earth-shattering might.    

"I've heard that all of the Eight Young Masters s have their own specialties, and all of the Young Master Cyan Roc s are proficient in the Dao of Space. Many people whispered that there was not a single weakling in the Eight Young Masters.    

A tyrannical wave of spatial energy spread out from Qing Mu's body, his palm continuously shook, and countless of palm prints simultaneously exploded outwards, causing the space to instantly sink into a violent vibration, as though ten thousand huge waves were rushing towards the same direction at the same time. That kind of huge force was enough to annihilate everything.    

Dong, dong …    

The golden drum was trembling violently, the loud sounds reverberating continuously, as though it was never going to stop.    

After a while, the aura on Qing Mu's body vanished and the sharpness in his eyes disappeared. It was as if he had returned to a normal state.    

"Another nine echoes!" The hearts of the crowd pounded, they felt as though they were in a dream. They were even thinking, did they really hit the same drum?    

Qing Mu looked at Yue Hongxuan and said: "This is only the beginning."    

Yue Hongxuan's gaze froze for a moment, he did not say a word, but in reality, he had nothing to say. Qing Mu had already reached his limit, and even he himself would not be able to do better.    

"Hurry up and stop wasting time." Shang Yang said somewhat impatiently from the side. He was the first person to produce nine echoes, yet he had to wait for the others.    

Currently, there were three people left who did not beat the drum, Qin Xuan, Peng Jing and Yue Hongxuan.    

Yue Hongxuan didn't need to say anything, he should be the last one to beat the drum, and there was a high possibility of letting out nine echoes. As for Qin Xuan and Peng Jing, it seemed that it would be Peng Jing's turn next.    

"Peng Jing, are you still not preparing to come out?" Feng Xiao crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at Peng Jing indifferently.    

Previously, he had asked Peng Jing to take action, but Peng Jing actually dared to go against him, and now that he had asked with the might of nine echoes together, he was even more confident, so how could Peng Jing dare to refute?    

"Humph!" Peng Jing snorted, he took a step forward and shot towards the direction of the golden drum like an arrow, releasing all of the Qi from his body to the limit, after that, a purple golden six wings Roc appeared in the sky, its wings covering the sky, and countless divine lights shot out from its wings like arrows. Its speed was extremely fast, its aura was terrifying, and everything inside the Burying appeared.    

Very quickly, Peng Jing made eight sounds, his eyes flashed with a sharp light, as though he was accumulating energy to release his ninth attack. The purple six wings floated in the air, its claws clawed towards the sky, and actually condensed into an extremely long purple gold divine spear, the spear tip had an extremely destructive force, as though it could pierce through everything, and ignore all defenses.    

"Puchi …" A hissing sound came out, the purple gold divine spear came out and fiercely clashed with the golden screen, causing it to tremble violently, a few cracks appearing on the golden screen, but it did not show any signs of breaking.    

"It didn't shatter?" The eyes of the crowd turned sluggish as they stared at the golden screen. The light curtain did not shatter, which meant that its attack was not strong enough and could not penetrate the light curtain and strike the golden drum. Naturally, it could not release the ninth echo.    

Chi Hong also looked at Peng Jing, and then he shook his head and said indifferently: "9 echoes, there's no hope."    

Chi Hong's last strike had pierced through the golden screen, but it was not enough for the golden drum to emit the ninth echo. And right now, Peng Jing's attack was not even able to penetrate the light curtain's body.    

Sure enough, as Chi Hong expected, the power of the divine spear quickly weakened, and eventually completely dissipated, while the golden screen was still standing there, only with a few cracks.    

"I can't accept this!" Peng Jing's eyes were filled with endless unwillingness and anger, his face was twisted. How proud was he in his heart, never willing to be left behind, there were already four people who could make it to the ninth echo, how could he lose to others?    

"Genius of the Six-winged Purple Golden Roc Clan?" A mocking laughter rang out, seemingly containing a sense of ridicule.    

The person who spoke, was Feng Xiao.    

Peng Jing coldly swept his gaze at Feng Xiao and said with an ice-cold voice. "Say it again?"    

"So what if I say it again?" Feng Xiao did not seem to agree with Peng Jing's words, and continued: "I had already said, make your move, so as to not embarrass yourself later, and ruin the heaven's pride level, yet you think you're very strong, how do you feel?"    

"Crack!" Peng Jing's fist released an ear-piercing sound, and the tyrannical aura on his body seemed like it was about to pounce forward.    

When the crowd saw this scene, they could not help but reveal an expression of interest. Were the two Heaven's Pride from Paleo-demon Clan about to fight?