Peerless God Emperor

Of course, he knew that Qin Xuan also hated him to the bones.    

However, he had already made a promise with Qin Xuan earlier, that they would release him, and everyone present had witnessed it, so there was no way they would go back on their words.    

It was Qin Xuan who wanted to attack him, and it was not that he did not keep his promise, but that there were still a few Heaven's Pride who were on good terms with the Six-winged Purple Golden Roc Clan. Once the battle started, Qin Xuan would definitely die, and at that time, how would the young man handle it?    

Although Qin Xuan also had Qing Mu's help, he was only a single person, so there was nothing to fear.    

"Brother Qing, why are you so angry? Don't forget your identity. Is a human worthy of you acting like this?" Peng Jing's gaze turned to Qing Mu and spoke blandly, then said: "You treat him as a good friend, but is he the same?"    

Qin Xuan frowned, his face instantly becoming colder, to sow discord?    

"You're not the one who should be giving me pointers on this, be careful of your mouth. If I ever hear another word that is disrespectful to my friends, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Qing Mu glared straight into Peng Jing's eyes, his expression revealing an extremely sharp light, as if he was going to do what he said he would do.    

Peng Jing sneered and did not speak further.    

He really wanted to know where this arrogant young master who was defeated by others got the courage to do so. Not only that, the person who defeated him was also here.    

How shameless!    

"Brother Qing, there is no need to lower yourself to the same level as some trash. Instead, you have ruined your mood." Qin Xuan turned to look at Qing Mu, his face revealing a casual smile, as though he did not care at all.    

However, Qing Mu's face was still cold, Qin Xuan did not mind, but he could not tolerate it.    

However, since Qin Xuan had already said so, he naturally would not say anything. It was as Qin Xuan had said, there was no need to lower himself to the level of trash.    

Qin Xuan's words caused a hint of interest to appear in the eyes of the crowd. They all knew that Qin Xuan was referring to the matter of Peng Jing's defeat at the Fantasy Killing Field.    

It also seemed reasonable to call him trash.    

Qin Xuan retracted his gaze, then looked in Peng Jing's direction, and spat out a cold voice: "Didn't you want to prove yourself, on these three drums, no matter which side you choose, as long as the sounds surpass me, I will let you do whatever you want, do you dare?"    

Do you dare?    

These arrogant words carried a strong sense of provocation, causing the crowd to quieten down, and they looked at Qin Xuan with disbelief.    

Was he beginning his counterattack?    

"Any drum is fine, but you think very highly of yourself!" Peng Jing sneered.    

"If you don't dare, then shut up. No one will think you're a mute." Qin Xuan casually left behind a voice, and then continued walking in the direction of the silver drum.    

However, Peng Jing naturally did not move. He was not clear what methods Qin Xuan had, but if he lost again, the consequences would be unimaginable.    

He pointed forward with his finger, and a ray of sword light was released from his fingertip. An astonishing Sword Intent was born in the air, and in front of Qin Xuan appeared a bright Holy Sword, releasing an incomparably strong holy aura.    

This sword, was Qin Xuan's number one origin soul, Holy Sword Source Spirit.    

The Holy Sword Source Spirit floated in the air, clanging and clanging. An incomparably sharp sword intent was released from it, vaguely turning into a substance that filled the entire space.    

The gazes of everyone below were fixated in that direction, as their hearts trembled. Evidently, they could all sense the terrifying power contained within that sword strike.    

"Let's go." Qin Xuan spat out one word, with a wave of his five fingers, the Holy Sword Source Spirit and the shocking Sword Intent shot out, crossing the space, in the next moment, the sword tip pierced the surface of the drum at an extremely fast speed.    

"BOOM!"    

An earsplitting sound rang out in the minds of the crowd, it was extremely loud and clear, akin to the thunderous roar of thunder in the ninth heaven. The hearts of the crowd trembled, they could feel an inexhaustible might striking against them, their strength was so domineering, even the Heavens and Earth seemed to be trembling.    

Peng Jing looked in Qin Xuan's direction in shock, thinking, is this guy crazy? He used such a strong power in his first strike, how can he strike the drum later on?    

Yue Hongxuan looked at Qin Xuan with a profound gaze. He did not know what Qin Xuan was thinking, but from Qin Xuan's previous actions, he might have done something crazy, so the scene before him was understandable.    

Dong, dong …    

A series of two loud sounds came out, and Qin Xuan pointed out two Sword Qi s consecutively. They penetrated through the defensive screen s that were condensed by the silver drum, and the Sword Qi struck onto the drum, causing the silver drum to produce two loud sounds.    

"What's going on?" Many people had expressions of bewilderment on their faces, as their hearts pounded violently. They could faintly guess at a certain possibility.    

The drum was getting louder and louder, thus the only possibility was that the power contained in Qin Xuan's attack was increasing nonstop!    

"That strike just now actually didn't bring out all of his strength. He can still be stronger!" Someone from the crowd exclaimed. The first sound was deafening, to the point that they thought it was Qin Xuan using his full strength, but the reality was that they had underestimated Qin Xuan's strength.    

's black hair flew in the air, he stood in mid-air, his eyes revealing a sharp light aura, as though he was the ruler of the world, as his sword descended, causing the entire world to submit to him!    

Everyone's gaze turned to Qin Xuan's figure, their hearts trembling violently, they were uncontrollably intimidated by Qin Xuan's aura. At the moment, they looked at Qin Xuan with a little more fear, especially his eyes, which were deep and bright like stars. What a pair of terrifying eyes!    

"Break, break, break …"    

Qin Xuan consecutively released a few sounds, the sound was extremely loud and clear, trembling in the air, a terrifying sword force poured out from the Holy Sword, transforming into streaks of destructive lightning that struck onto the silver drum, causing the surface of the drum to tremble non-stop, the heaven shocking sounds continued to ring out, as though they wanted to tear apart everyone's eardrums.    

Finally, the moment the last sound came out, the silver light curtain exploded and turned into stars that filled the sky, and eventually disappeared.    

Nine echoes!    

The space suddenly became incomparably quiet. Everyone held their breath, their heartbeats stopping. Their gazes landed on the peerless figure in the air, their faces filled with disbelief.    

viewing the old had said before that each of the three drums could at most be sounded nine times.    

And just now, Qin Xuan had struck the silver drum with nine echoes, which meant that he had already reached the pinnacle!