Peerless God Emperor

As the Heavenly Dragon Halberd stabbed forward, a sharp dragon's roar came out from the void, trembling in the air. He Jiong's face changed greatly as he felt his eardrums trembling, as though they were about to be torn apart.    

The spirit energy around He Jiong's body stirred crazily, and his hands formed numerous ancient seals. He actually summoned out a Silver Roc's figure, with its sharp wings sweeping through the air, its palm print continued to be destroyed, while the Silver Roc was also destroyed.    

"What a strong killing power!" He Jiong's heart trembled, a person with Sixth Level of Origin Emperor Stage, could he actually release such a powerful ability?    

Although He Jiong could not fight in close quarters, it was only if he was weaker than the most powerful heaven's pride experts of the same realm, who were actually still much stronger than the average person at the ninth level of Origin Emperor. Not only did the person in front of him possess an extraordinary body, but even his killing methods were so tyrannical, and did not lose out in the slightest to some of the most powerful people at the peak of the Emperor. Who exactly was he?    

At this moment, He Jiong was certain of one thing, this man was not an ordinary Heaven's Pride, he must have some extraordinary background!    

Moreover, it was possible that they were existences on the same level as Peng Jing.    

"Go, I won't chase you anymore." He Jiong said in a clear voice, he did not want to continue fighting with Qin Xuan, and since Qin Xuan was going to fight with him, then let Peng Jing personally fight with him, as fighting against him would not benefit him anymore.    

Hearing He Jiong's words, Qin Xuan felt that it was funny.    

"Too late." Qin Xuan said indifferently. He struck his palm forward, and an extremely tyrannical law of space fused into the surrounding space. He Jiong's face paled slightly as he tried to continue retreating, but discovered that he was unable to do so.    

This time, He Jiong could not dodge, and could only face Qin Xuan's attack head on. Both of Qin Xuan's hands pushed forward, and a defensive screen formed in front of him, the surging storm power spread out from his body, transforming into countless of sharp swords that shot out to destroy everything.    

Even though he was forced to such a state that there was no way out, He Jiong still maintained sufficient calm. The Tempest Rule itself was a Rule Power which contained an extremely strong destructive power.    

As long as Qin Xuan was unable to break through his defenses, he would be trapped by his attacks, and during this period of time, he would be able to break through the spatial imprisonment and leave this place.    

Everything was within his calculations.    

However, what he did not expect was that Qin Xuan still had no intention to stop. As his demonic godlike palm descended, numerous powerful Demonic Beast silhouettes started to descend from the sky. There were a Sickle Cow, a Holy Beast Kirin, and a Black Tortoise … One after another, the Demonic Beast s smashed down like Divine Beasts descending to the world. Clear and crisp sounds came out continuously, the storm sword seemed to be unable to withstand a single blow, and was directly smashed into the void.    

"Bam!"    

Xie Niu's huge hoof fiercely trampled on He Jiong's chest, directly pressing his chest down. He Jiong screamed out and spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body's bones had been broken, he started to plummet down rapidly.    

However, Qin Xuan did not stop there. Instead, he grabbed forward and a powerful suction force was released, causing He Jiong's body to suddenly stiffen in midair as if he was nailed there.    

Qin Xuan did not look at He Jiong again, and his hand casually swiped downwards, releasing a ray of resplendent sword light.    

The ice cold sword aura pierced through He Jiong's body, splitting him in half. He Jiong's body started to become illusory, and in the next moment he disappeared.    

After doing all of this, the space around Qin Xuan suddenly fluctuated, and a dazzling divine light wrapped around his body, then disappeared from this space.    

Almost at the same time He Jiong was killed, Peng Jing's pupils fiercely contracted as a strong killing intent flashed across his eyes. There was even a hint of disbelief mixed within.    

He Jiong, was actually killed!    

This result was out of his expectations, he had even thought that He Jiong would not be able to take him down, but he never thought that He Jiong would actually die in his hands.    

"Crack!" Peng Jing clenched his fists tightly, and released a clear and melodious sound, causing the people around him to look at him.    

Peng Yuxuan understood Peng Jing the best. Her beautiful eyes flickered for a moment, as she vaguely realized something, and asked tentatively: "Did something happen with He Jiong?"    

Peng Jing's face darkened, and said: "He Jiong, has been killed."    

When he said that, Peng Yuxuan, Xiang Daolong and the rest were shocked, their eyes were filled with shock.    

He Jiong was killed?    

Although they had never seen He Jiong make a move before, they thought that he should be around the same as them. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been noticed by Peng Jing, since he could kill He Jiong easily.    

The crowd in the distance seemed to be able to see something, and they couldn't help but start discussing softly. The person that Peng Jing sent to chase after him had not returned for a long time, could it be that something happened?    

"Young Master Peng, let me capture that person!" Xiang Daolong spoke again, his expression extremely sharp, this was the second time he had requested for a battle.    

Peng Jing looked at Xiang Daolong, then looked ahead, his expression recovered back to normal, and said indifferently: No need, I will wait for him here.    

Xiang Daolong's expression was stunned, and she rejected again?    

"There's indeed no need to go find him. After calculating the time, it has already been four hours since we entered the Fantasy Killing Field. We can only wait for another hour, but he will definitely appear in front of us. There's no way he can escape." Kong Huan said indifferently. According to his knowledge, the fastest record for a Fantasy Killing Field was four hours, and the slowest was six hours.    

"Hmph, you'd better not let me catch that person or else I'll cut his corpse into ten thousand pieces!" Xiang Daolong punched at the space, the light emitted by the fist contained an extremely strong Rule of Force and Shattered Rules, as though it was going to destroy everything. The space there directly collapsed, turning into countless of pieces.    

When the crowd saw this scene, their hearts jumped. What tyrannical power, even some of the stronger peak Emperor s would not be able to withstand a single punch from him, right?    

At this time, there were many people waiting outside the Fantasy Killing Field. All of their eyes were nervously staring at the door in front of them.    

Many people had puzzled expressions. Almost two hours had passed, yet no one had come out. Just what had happened inside?    

Right at this moment, the door suddenly opened, and a miserable figure was flung out. After which, the door closed, as though nothing had happened at all.    

"Look, someone's coming out!"    

The moment the voice fell, it immediately attracted the gazes of the crowd towards the figure that was flung out. The person climbed up from the ground, his hair in disarray and fear written all over his face, as if he had met with a tragic end.    

A few people recognized that person's identity and their expressions froze. They could not help but cry out: "He is He Jiong from the Silver Roc Clan, He Jiong!"    

He was originally from the Silver Roc Clan, He Jiong. They had heard of him before, but it was said that his talent was not bad, and his strength was also strong amongst his generation, so how could he be eliminated so quickly?    

The people who were eliminated earlier looked at He Jiong with shocked expressions, other people did not know what was going on, but they knew, He Jiong was following beside Peng Jing, but now that He Jiong was out, could it be that someone was fighting against Peng Jing?    

Who was it that had such courage?    

He Jiong felt strange gazes from the surroundings, and also heard the discussion coming from their mouths. He felt his face burning, and felt very ashamed in his heart, with his strength, he shouldn't have been eliminated so early, and could only blame himself for chasing after someone he shouldn't have chased.    

...    

Inside the Fantasy Killing Field, the space was eerily quiet. Thirty to forty heaven's pride level experts were gathered together, but no sound could be heard, let alone a battle erupting.    

Peng Jing quietly sat in the middle of the crowd, closed his eyes and started his cultivation, which made him seem relaxed and carefree. As he sat there, he released a formless energy aura, which made no one dare to ignore him.    

This should be the glory of the genius of the Paleo-demon Clan. This has nothing to do with the strength of one's realm, but a type of temperament that was born with, the blood that flowed in his bones had the word "pride" engraved on it, causing people to only be able to look up to him.    

Time slowly passed, and everyone quietly waited. Peng Jing had summoned them to this place, but he hadn't said a single word.    

In a certain moment, a powerful ripple spread out from the space where Peng Jing and the rest were at.    

At the same time, Peng Jing opened her eyes, which shot out an extremely sharp light aura, and said: "It's finally here!"    

As the sound of Peng Jing's voice faded, the crowd saw a peerless silhouette clad in white striding out from the space in front of them. His aura was extraordinary and incomparably elegant. At this moment, countless gazes were riveted onto that person.    

The moment he saw the figure, the expressions of several people in a certain direction froze. It was as if their hearts had been struck. It was him!    

These people were naturally Qiao Cheng's group. They immediately recognized the white clothed figure; it was the Qin Xuan they had chased out.    

They had almost forgotten about Qin Xuan and thought that he had been eliminated, but now, he had actually appeared in front of them again and was even safe and sound.    

"How could it be him?" Zu Jun's mind trembled intensely, he only felt that the scene in front of him was a bit illusory. He only had Sixth Level of Origin Emperor Stage, and should be someone with the lowest cultivation realm among the three hundred people, yet he was still alive.    

Not only him, Mo Jiang and Zhai Chu were also stunned. They couldn't say a word.    

Isn't this too unbelievable!    

However, at this time, the one who was the most shocked was Qiao Cheng, he vaguely knew that he had missed out on something, for Qin Xuan to live till now with his Sixth Level of Origin Emperor Stage, was it his luck, or his strength?