Peerless God Emperor

What exactly was Peng Jing trying to do by sending all of them?    

Could it be that he wanted to forcefully change the rules of the Fantasy Killing Field?    

Although they were extremely dissatisfied with Peng Jing's overbearing actions, many of them still followed his orders and took the initiative to head towards their designated location.    

What a joke, Peng Jing had already warned him in advance, whoever disobeyed his order would be killed without mercy, who would dare to disobey?    

They definitely did not doubt the authenticity of his words. As a prince of Six-winged Purple Golden Roc Clan, he would definitely do as he said, and he would definitely be able to do so.    

Besides, where could they hide?    

At that time, there was still only death waiting for them. Furthermore, the four experts surrounding Peng Jing were also supervising from all over the place, so if they had any thoughts of dodging, they would be directly killed.    

As a result, they had no other choice.    

Not even an hour had passed, but already thirty to forty people had rushed over. Surrounding Peng Jing and Peng Yuxuan, they looked at the two arrogant figures with dense dread in their eyes.    

Peng Jing was currently sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed, as if she was cultivating. As for Peng Yuxuan, her beautiful eyes swept across the people around her, her gaze was a bit indifferent, and her beautiful face revealed a touch of pride.    

In the other clans, these people might be geniuses, but in front of her, they were still revered and had to lower themselves. This was the difference in status between the two of them.    

She was the descendant of a saint and would become a saint in the future. She was known as a legendary character, and naturally, these so-called geniuses couldn't compare to her.    

And at the same time, tens of kilometers away from Peng Jing and the rest, a figure was shuttling through the void. This person was dressed in white, his long hair flying, and his entire body revealed a sense of elegance.    

This figure was naturally Qin Xuan and he heard Peng Jing's voice, but he did not plan to listen to it. Since the Fantasy Killing Field was killing each other and survive by relying on its own strength, then why should he listen to other people's orders?    

Moreover, for Peng Jing to cause all the people from the Fantasy Killing Field with a single sentence, isn't he a little too arrogant!    

He Jiong stood in the air, his brows tightly knitted together. He was one of the four people protecting Peng Jing, a member of the Wind Roc Clan who excelled in the laws of the storm.    

"How could this be?" He Jiong muttered softly. He had clearly felt an aura pass by just now, but why had it disappeared so quickly?    

Just as he was thinking, that aura appeared again. His gaze suddenly shifted as a terrifying divine light was released from his eyes. He coldly shouted, "Where do you think you're going!"    

As the sound of his voice faded, his body was enveloped by a terrifying wave of storm power. The space in front of him was torn apart as he took a step forward and directly stepped into the spatial crack, his speed unbelievably fast.    

"Why are you back?" Qin Xuan was a little speechless in his heart, he felt that the Fantasy Killing Field was playing with him, he had just headed towards another direction, he did not expect it to return to its original location, this was simply too …    

At this moment, he only saw two figures, one in front and one behind, shuttling through the air at a fast speed like two rays of light. Their speed was so fast that the naked eye could not catch them.    

If anyone else were to witness this scene, they would all be thunderstruck. Was this really the speed at which an expert of the Royal Realm was capable of unleashing his strength?    

"He actually specializes in spatial energy? No wonder he was able to escape my senses!" He Jiong's eyes revealed a strange expression. His consciousness had already locked onto Qin Xuan and seeing that Qin Xuan's body had actually directly merged into space, he knew that Qin Xuan had definitely comprehended the laws of space.    

In terms of speed, those who comprehended the rules of space were much faster than those who comprehended the rules of storm. In terms of speed, those who comprehended the rules of space were much faster than those who comprehended the rules of storm.    

However, He Jiong's Tempest Rules had already reached the Great Perfection Stage. In addition to the realm's advantage, his speed was actually not much slower than Qin Xuan's.    

The two of them stayed at a fixed distance from beginning to end. Qin Xuan was unable to get rid of He Jiong, but even He Jiong was unable to catch up to him.    

"How dare you! Are you going to disobey Young Master Peng's orders?" He Jiong roared angrily in front of him, wanting to use Peng Jing to intimidate him.    

But Qin Xuan acted as if he did not hear it, and did not reply, he released the Spatial Light on his body to its limits, wanting to break away from He Jiong.    

Seeing that Qin Xuan's speed did not decrease in the slightest and instead increased, a sharp glint flashed past He Jiong's eyes as he said coldly: "This is you seeking death, do not blame me for not giving you a chance!"    

The resplendent boundless radiance of the storm enveloped He Jiong's body. As he was bathed in the silvery white radiance, it was as if he was no longer a human but the world's sharpest divine weapon. He could break through everything, and was indestructible.    

At the same time that they were chasing, He Jiong also sent a sound transmission to Peng Jing.    

After receiving He Jiong's sound transmission, Peng Jing's eyes suddenly opened, a strong killing intent flashed past his sharp eyes. Someone actually dared to disobey his orders, was that courting death?    

"Brother, what's wrong?" Peng Yuxuan couldn't help but ask when he felt the change in Peng Jing's aura.    

"Someone dares to disobey my order." Peng Jing said expressionlessly.    

When the surrounding crowd heard this, their hearts couldn't help but twitch.    

Although Peng Jing's tone was very calm, anyone could tell that under this calm tone, he was probably going to explode in anger.    

When they heard this news, they were also very surprised. Amongst the Fantasy Killing Field, there were actually people who dared to go against Peng Jing's will.    

Could it be that there was still some descendant from the great power hiding among these three hundred people?    

In a certain direction of the crowd, there were four young men standing there. If Qin Xuan was present, he would be able to recognize them at a glance.    

Originally, they had wanted to keep a low profile until the very last moment, before coming out to fight. However, after hearing Peng Jing's voice, they still took the initiative to rush over.    

In the end, they still did not have the courage to go against Peng Jing.    

Zu Jun cautiously looked in Peng Jing's direction and muttered: "I don't know who is the one who is defying Peng Jing's will, but I'm afraid his identity is also extraordinary. Otherwise, I would never have the guts to do something so crazy!"    

He did not even dare to think about this matter, yet the other party had done it. He could not help but feel a trace of admiration in his heart, and was very curious about the identity of the other party.    

"Of course, how could ordinary people dare to go against Peng Jing, this is equivalent to courting death!" Mo Jiang also chimed in. He suppressed his voice to an extremely low pitch, as if he was afraid that Peng Jing would hear it.    

A self-deprecating smile appeared on Zhai Chu's face as he said bitterly, "This is a battle between characters in the clouds. We can only bow our heads and lower our heads, we can't afford to offend anyone. We have no choice but to do so with his words. How despicable!"    

When the crowd heard Zhai Chu's words, they couldn't help but lower their heads. Zhai Chu's words stung their hearts, but they had no way to refute him. This was indeed reality.    

In front of absolute power, this so-called pride was not even worth mentioning.    

An unfathomable depth of emotion flashed across Qiao Cheng's eyes. He originally thought that there was a great chance he could enter the top ten, but the matter's development had exceeded his expectations. Peng Jing controlled the entire audience's situation, and gathered everyone together.    

However, there were benefits to being able to do this, their strength was not considered very strong in the group, but from Peng Jing's actions when he called everyone over, the strength of the team might not be important anymore, but their individual strength was.    

He was very confident in his own strength. There was still hope for him to enter the top ten.    

Very quickly, Xiang Daolong and the other two returned to Peng Jing's side. There was one other person who had not returned, and that was He Jiong, who was chasing after Qin Xuan.    

"Where's He Jiong?" Xiang Daolong's eyes swept the area, but he did not see He Jiong, and could not help but ask.    

"He's still chasing someone." Peng Yuxuan said indifferently.    

"Chase after someone?" Xiang Daolong and the other two revealed a surprised look. Peng Yuxuan had said that He Jiong was chasing after him, then there was only one possibility: someone had defied his will.    

Who was it that dared to act so boldly?    

"Young Master Peng, do you need me to go take a look?" This was an excellent chance to show off. If he were to take down this person, then his position in Peng Jing's heart would definitely be higher than the others.    

"No need." Peng Jing waved his hand and said: "He Jiong specializes in the power of storms. If even he is unable to catch up to that person, then none of you are capable of catching up to him."    

Xiang Daolong, He Jiong and the others were all kept by his side, which meant that each of them had gained Peng Jing's recognition. Peng Jing knew very well how strong they were, and even knew very well what kind of strength they had.    

If it was a head-on clash, maybe Xiang Daolong would be the strongest, but if it was a chase, no one could compare to He Jiong.    

If they couldn't even catch up to him, then there was no point in thinking about others.    

Hearing Peng Jing directly reject his request, although Xiang Daolong felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, he had to admit that in terms of speed, he was indeed inferior to He Jiong.    

"Then we'll wait here?" The other person probed. This person had long red hair, sharp eyes, and a gloomy face. He gave off a sharp aura.    

Because he was an Asian descendant of the Peng race, he possessed a thin trace of the blood of the Golden Winged Peng. He was an expert in close combat, and his swift and fierce attacks left others with no choice but to retreat.    

The remaining person was Ke Ao, a member of the Silver Roc Tribe. His weapon was a silver bow, and he could kill people in the blink of an eye.    

When the four of them were together, they gathered nearly all the advantages a martial cultivator ought to have, and were completely invulnerable. This was also the reason why Peng Jing had only chosen the four of them.