Peerless God Emperor

Everyone turned to look at Li Mubai, only to see the latter glancing at him and said: "There is no chance."    

He didn't have the chance. The two simple words were 'reject', and 'reject'.    

Bian Jun's expression instantly turned cold, and said: "You're looking down on me?"    

"Not really." Li Mubai shook his head: "Only, I never fight against the same person in the second round, and it's not only against you."    

"If that person defeated you, wouldn't he be fighting for the second round?" Bian Jun said again.    

"I've never met a failure. I've never met anyone like him." Li Mubai said indifferently, his eyebrows twitched, and looked in a certain direction, muttering to himself: "Maybe when he comes out, he changed a little."    

The entire audience was silent. Li Mubai's words were so forceful that no one could refute him. And the person he spoke of, was naturally First Prince.    

Bian Jun also became silent. Since Li Mubai was unwilling to attack again, he could not force the other party.    

It was at this time that Mu Ziyin came to the martial stage and stood there with his hands behind his back. His thin lips were as sharp as knives and his eyes seemed to emit a demonic light that made others want to look at him.    

"Who wants to fight?" Mu Ziyin spoke, her voice was filled with magnetism and gentleness, causing the hearts of the countless young girls present to beat even faster. The admiration in her eyes was almost uncontrollable, and everyone called her the Hero Beauty Pass.    

"I'll go!" At this moment, a dignified voice sounded out, only to see a figure walking out from the direction of Holy Dragon Corps. He stood straight, his gaze extremely profound, his entire body seemingly emanating a sinister aura, causing others to not dare to rashly approach him.    

"Wu Hong, so he has been waiting for Mu Ziyin!" When the crowd saw the figure that walked out, a look of realization flashed across their faces. They had actually forgotten that this person was also a ruthless person!    

"Wu Hong." Qin Xuan repeated the name from his mouth, and then Third Dragon Prince introduced himself: "Wu Yong Sang is the commander of Holy Dragon Corps, and it is said that his strength is even stronger than Bo Kao who will be participating in the second round. He is known as the son of Deicide, and is proficient in killing, even Holy Dragon Corps s would not dare to get too close to him."    

"The path of slaughter?" Qin Xuan's eyes revealed a hint of astonishment, he then looked at Wu Song, and indeed felt a faintly discernible killing intent from the latter's body, as though he had deliberately suppressed it, and did not completely release it.    

Wu Hong walked to Mu Ziyin's side and looked at him indifferently: "Between you and I, there should be a match. It's decided today."    

"Very good." Mu Ziyin smiled confidently, as if he did not care about it at all.    

"I'd really like to see if my path of slaughter can break through your Nine Suns Thoughtless Finger." Wu Hong continued, after he finished speaking, the Qi on his body started to burst out, the surrounding spiritual energy started to surge, a formless energy was circulating around his body, his aura became even colder, his gaze became even more terrifying, like a Deicide.    

"Since ancient times, evil has never been equal. How can the path of slaughter possibly be compared with my Nine Suns Thoughtless Finger?" Mu Ziyin's voice was unparalleled haughty and arrogant, revealing a peerless charm.    

His body soared up into the air, his hands lightly trembling as a longsword made of spirit energy appeared in the air. In an instant, countless amounts of spirit energy began to tremble like a sword, emitting a humming sound that shook the world.    

"Kill!"    

A cold voice came out of Wu Hong's mouth, the Spirit Qi around his body roared, the long blade in his hand shot out explosively, endless terrifying energy flow melded together and formed a gigantic long blade phantom, from top to bottom, it cut open space with an extremely tyrannical force.    

Suddenly, the horrifying law of the blade appeared in the sky. The long blade slashed down, splitting the space into two. A long and hideous crack appeared, which continued to expand.    

The countenances of countless people changed at this moment. The expressions on their faces were filled with terror. What terrifying strength. They only felt that the long saber wasn't slashing towards space, but towards them.    

"To be able to fuse his killing intent with the Laws of the Saber to such a degree, this person is truly extraordinary." Li Mubai evaluated lightly, as if he was praising Wu Hong.    

Li Mubai was known as the sword immortal, his comprehension of sword arts was something no one in his generation could compare to. Even some of the older generation who had cultivated for many years, was unable to surpass him in the way of the sword.    

However, Mu Ziyin was not an ordinary character, if it were anyone else, it would be difficult for them to survive under this blade strike, but Mu Ziyin was not one of them.    

Mu Ziyin's body was like the wind, his gaze extremely sharp as he stared at the approaching slender figure of the blade. He raised his hand and pointed out a finger, and the sound of a sword resonated through the air, the spirit energy longsword bringing with it an astonishing amount of sword power s that shot out.    

The gazes of countless people turned to the air, their expressions somewhat dazed. This sword strike was too breathtaking, it was as though it wanted to shatter heaven and earth.    

The Sword Qi and the blade shadow fiercely clashed, a loud sound erupted in the air, the sword light and the blade light clashed, causing the sky to be filled with sword light, faintly covering the light of heaven and earth, the Sword Qi started to shatter, the blade shadow continued to move forward, its aura still strong and powerful.    

"If I don't use my Desperate Finger, you won't be a match for me." Wu Hong looked at Mu Ziyin coldly. He yearned for a battle of the same level, but not like now. He felt a little humiliated.    

Mu Ziyin remained the same, and said: "Since you insist, then don't blame me."    

"Of course."    

The look in Mu Ziyin's eyes became more and more sharp, the Spirit Qi converged onto the center of his palm, his fingers became extremely crystal clear, as though the tips of his fingers contained a terrifying power, as though it was the most powerful and sharp weapon in the world, able to destroy everything.    

"Wu Huang Finger!" Many people cried out in surprise. Mu Ziyin's most powerful attack was the Nine Suns Thoughtless Finger, it was extremely Yang and extremely destructive. Even some of the Demonic Beast s that specialized in cultivation could not withstand one of his fingers.    

Numerous sounds of slicing air rang out, and the spectators only saw Mu Ziyin's five fingers waving about, after which, five streams of extremely terrifying light shot out. It was as though five gigantic fingers had appeared in the air, piercing through space and shooting straight towards the silhouette of the blade.    

"Bam!"    

The speed of the finger light was so fast that even before the crowd could react, the five fingers of the huge palm pressed down on them, akin to a gigantic hand from the heavens grabbing onto the sabre, causing the hearts of the spectators to tremble violently, as though the huge finger was grabbing onto their hearts.    

With a burst of cracking sound, the blade silhouette trembled violently, and a wave of killing intent surged out violently, as though it wanted to break the shackles of the big hand. Mu Ziyin's mind stirred, and the Light of Rule on the big hand flowed out, wave after wave of extreme destructive energy rushed into the blade silhouette, and completely destroyed it.    

The gazes of the crowd were all filled with incomparable shock, as their fingers began to shine with resplendent light. The sword shadows were unceasingly being shattered, unable to withstand the force.    

"Isn't this strength too overbearing, it's simply impossible to resist!" looked gentle and elegant, with a graceful demeanour, like a scholar. However, when he attacked, he did not show any mercy at all.    

Wu Hong's gaze stared at the big hand, his heart was filled with shock, Wuzhi Finger, is he really invincible?    

"No, I don't believe it!" An invisible flow of air surged in the air and a terrifying blade light came out from all directions. It crisscrossed with each other and faintly trapped Mu Ziyin within, leaving no way for him to retreat.    

Mu Ziyin looked around at the incoming blades of light, his expression was normal, the Rules of the Wind enveloped his body, his entire body was releasing a strange light aura, then countless of phantom formed from his body, all of them had the same appearance, all of them were Mu Ziyin, and no one could tell if they were real or fake.    

"Clone Technique!" Qin Xuan's eyes revealed a look of shock. He had used the technique of the clone before as well, at the highest speed possible. However, he did not know if Mu Ziyin's technique was the same as his.    

At this time, countless figures of Mu Ziyin stood at various parts of the sky and pointed forward at the same time. In an instant, countless dazzling rays of light shot out from their fingers and filled the entire space with a blinding light.    

The destructive force wreaked havoc in the surroundings, the overwhelming will of the Mandates of Martial Arts colliding with each other in the air. At this moment, the entire space was enveloped by the light, making it hard to see what was happening inside.    

At this moment, everyone held their breath as their gazes were fixated on that space. After this attack, the final result would be known.    

He had long heard of Mu Ziyin, and Wu Song was the commander of the Holy Dragon Corps. Relatively speaking, he was more familiar with him, the two of them were both extremely talented, but once they met each other, he could only pick one of the two. If not, the two of them would have the qualifications to enter the top forty-nine rankers.    

Dragon Lord felt some regret that one of them was destined to be eliminated.    

Gradually, the flow of air in that area calmed down, and two distinct silhouettes appeared within the line of sight of the crowd.    

Wu Hong's body was still upright as he stood there like a long blade, emitting a peerless sharp light. However, if one observed carefully, they would discover that his face was a bit pale, with a smudge of blood on the corner of his mouth, as if he was injured.    

"You win." Wu Hong stared at Mu Ziyin and said.    

"Thank you." Mu Ziyin cupped his hands slightly.    

"There's no need for that. I've already used my full strength, but I am still unable to defeat you. This proves that I am inferior to you." He was such a person. If he lost, he would lose. He wouldn't accept others' consolation, and he wouldn't find an excuse for himself.    

Then, Wu Hong turned around and bowed towards the Dragon Lord: "Please announce the final result."    

Dragon Lord nodded slightly, and said: "The last name, Senluo Legion Mu Ziyin."    

After saying that, a look of deep meaning flashed past the eyes of countless people. Inevitably, their hearts were stirred, but they did not expect that the final battle would be between the two great talents of Senluo Legion, and the one to end up as the Saint, was the Senluo Legion.    

This battle not only proved that Mu Ziyin was extraordinary, but it also proved that Senluo Legion had defeated Holy Dragon Corps, who was known as the number one army, in a direct confrontation.