Peerless God Emperor

Hearing the discussions of the crowd, all of them praising Murong Guangzhao, saying that he was definitely number one, Qin Xuan's eyes couldn't help but reveal a strange look. It seemed that Murong Guangzhao had truly left a deep impression on many people.    

Defeat Chu Feng, Third Dragon Prince, and take first place. Elder Sun Moon's successor was imbued with numerous halos of light, making him hard to look at.    

"Next, let's begin the battle for the fourth stage of Origin Emperor. Heaven's Pride, who meets the requirements, should come forward." Song Ming spoke to the crowd.    

With that said, one figure after another flew into the sky, but compared to before, they were much weaker. Although Demon Clan and Eight Great Temples were both participating, none of them were able to cause such a strong sensation.    

From the side, it could be seen that there were many fewer heavyweights in this stage.    

"Out of the way!"    

At this moment, a dignified and angry shout echoed out. It was filled with vigor, like the rumbling of thunder from the ninth heaven. It shook the skies, causing many people to immediately cast their gazes over.    

Qin Xuan also looked in the direction of the voice, to see a tall and sturdy figure that was filled with demonic Qi walking towards him, with a imposing manner, his black hair dancing in the wind, as though he was a demon king descending to the world, revealing a tyrannical aura.    

"Demon King Tianwu!" Qin Xuan could not help but exclaim, as he stared at the figure taking a step forward in a daze.    

Demon King Tianwu, why is he here too?    

"Amitabha, we meet by fate." Without stopping, he chanted the Buddhist prayer and a profound look flashed across his face as he looked at Demon King Tianwu.    

"Who is this arrogant fellow? He actually dares to act so presumptuously in this place!" Many people shouted as they looked angrily at Demon King Tianwu.    

He only saw Demon King Tianwu standing in the middle of the crowd with an extremely arrogant expression, as if he did not put the people around him in his eyes at all. The people around him all unconsciously distanced themselves, not wanting to get too close to him.    

Song Ming looked at Demon King Tianwu, his eyebrows raised slightly, but he did not say anything, as though he had tacitly agreed.    

"This person has a sea of Evil' Will on him. Could he be a disciple of the Demonic Shrine?" Someone spoke up and looked in the direction of the Demonic Shrine, intentionally or unintentionally.    

The experts of the Demonic Shrine were also confused. There was no one else in the hall and they had no idea where this person had come from.    

In the direction of the edge of the crowd, Lang Ya watched Demon King Tianwu's figure. Her thin, blade-like lips slightly lifted, forming a playful arc.    

The Demon King Tianwu looked down, his gaze landed on Murong Guangzhao, and laughed out loud: Murong Guangzhao, you were first and second in the last battle of the Star Ranking, but you are now inferior to me, your progress is too slow!    

Demon King Tianwu's voice was extremely heroic, her tone was as though she was talking to an old friend, causing many people to have a strange look. Could it be that Murong Guangzhao and this person were old friends?    

And from his words just now, it seemed as if he had once competed with Murong Guangzhao on the same stage and lost to him.    

Many people looked towards Murong Guangzhao, only to see Murong Guangzhao saying with a calm expression: "Realm has never been able to explain everything. You were inferior to me in the past, but today, you are still inferior."    

"You are still not as good as I am. I want to see how you will beat me this time!" Demon King Tianwu laughed crazily, as if he was expressing his disdain towards Murong's words. Then, he turned his gaze towards another direction.    

The crowd shifted their gazes in the direction of his gaze, only to see a white-robed figure standing there. He was extremely handsome and had an extraordinary temperament.    

At this moment, everyone's gaze congealed in the air, and countless pairs of eyes revealed expressions of shock. Qin Xuan?    

"We meet again." Demon King Tianwu spat out a voice at Qin Xuan, but after he finished speaking, he could not look back. He was about to say something, but he placed his hands together and said: "Meeting is fate, looks like benefactor and I have not reached an end yet."    

When he said those words, many people were stunned, what kind of background did this crazy Devil Dao disciple have? Not only did he know Murong Guangzhao, but he couldn't even recognize Qin Xuan?    

The three of them were all outstanding existences in the tournament this time. Qin Xuan and Murong Guangzhao were the first in their respective realms, no less than second.    

This guy started the conversation with them. Was he here for the match or did he come here to build a relationship?    

"Interesting." It seems like this Demonic Cultivator is not as simple as he looks on the surface. To be able to recognize these three people, there must be something special about them.    

Stellar Lord of the Northern Dipper looked at Demon King Tianwu, and already did not know what to say. Should he feel proud, or feel sad for another person who walked out of his Northern Dipper Mansion?    

A single Qin Xuan was already too much for him to regret. Adding on Mo Lishang, not being able to, and Murong Guangzhao, his heart could be said to have suffered a huge blow. Now that there was an additional Demon King Tianwu, even Stellar Lord of the Northern Dipper had thoughts of dying.    

There had once been so many Chosen who had appeared before him, and at that time, he had the power to do so. However, he hadn't been able to seize this opportunity. This was an enormous regret.    

If he had known earlier, he would have spared no expense to get them to stay, even if it were just a few of them.    

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the direction of the Demonic Shrine. He was dressed in a loose black robe and had a dark expression on his face. His eyes, in particular, were like black whirlpools, making people's hearts tremble and their souls tremble.    

"The Demonic Shrine Demonic Cultivator Luo has the title of the Dark Devil Emperor. Rumor has it that more than ten thousand people have died in his hands, and he is extremely vicious. He is not tolerated by many powers. I never expected that he would actually come today." Someone said in a low voice, his tone extremely low, as if he was afraid that Demonic Cultivator would hear it.    

Demon King Tianwu seemed to have sensed something and he slowly shifted his gaze to look at Demonic Cultivator Luo. His eyes slightly narrowed, and said indifferently: "You're angry."    

"It's not anger, it's killing intent." Demonic Cultivator said lightly: "I originally did not want to make a move, but your appearance caught my attention, so, I am honored."    

"Oh?" Demon King Tianwu looked at Demonic Cultivator Luo with a smile that was not a smile, and said: "Alright, then I'll see you in the finals."    

"I hope you can live until then." Demonic Cultivator Luo's tone was still casual, as if he was just saying something extremely ordinary.    

It was as if the finals were a piece of cake for him.    

Very quickly, many heaven chosen ones gathered in the air, waiting for Song Ming's order. They could already descend the Battle stage and prepare to fight.    

"The first round of the competition is about to begin. Everyone choose your Battle stage to fight." Song Ming said to everyone. Immediately, streams of strong auras blossomed and the space trembled continuously. In the blink of an eye, the sixty-four Battle stage were all filled with figures.    

"I wonder what level Demon King Tianwu has reached now." Back then in the Devil Emperor Tower, he and the Demon King Tianwu respectively inherited a portion of the Nether Demon Emperor's legacy.    

If not for the Nether Demon Emperor, he wouldn't have condensed his Thunder Demon Physique.    

Rumbling sounds echoed out, Demon King Tianwu's figure shot out, the Evil' Will around him spread out frantically, and in his hand, an extremely sharp Devil Dao lance appeared, shining with a glaring demonic light. It was obviously an extremely powerful royal weapon.    

His opponent was a disciple of the Great Sun Thunder Palace. Even though he came from the Temple forces, that person did not dare to be the slightest bit careless.    

A Thunder God phantom appeared behind the Great Sun Thunder Palace disciple. Taking a step forward, he released a punch, causing a series of terrifying Thunder Rule s to circulate around his body, converging onto his fists. Abruptly, an extremely quick ray of lightning shot out towards Demon King Tianwu.    

However, Demon King Tianwu did not even spare him a glance, his eyes filled with endless killing intent. With a tremble of his arms, the Devil Dao's spear pierced through the void, and with a huge hum, the lightning around him shattered. The man's body was pierced through by the Devil Dao's spear, causing him to freeze in mid air.    

Accompanied by a loud explosion, the man's body was smashed into smithereens, and blood spurted out. At this time, an extremely dense wave of demonic Qi rampaged through, annihilating the blood.    

A moment later, the space returned to its previous tranquility, as if nothing had changed.    

"He can't even withstand a single blow." A look of contempt flashed past Demon King Tianwu's eyes. He swept his gaze across the vast crowd and felt his domineering gaze shooting over. Many people's hearts trembled, and they subconsciously lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.    

At this moment, the hearts of the crowd were in turmoil, just what background did the Demon King Tianwu have? His strength was actually this terrifying?    

How come I've never heard of it before?    

On the other side of the Battle stage, Demonic Cultivator had also killed its opponent. However, his expression was not arrogant at all.    

No one noticed that the corner of Lang Ya's mouth held a hint of a smile from start to finish, and his excessively fair face had an additional sickly beauty to it.    

"What a ruthless method! He's still the same as he was in the past!" Qin Xuan muttered in his heart as he stared at Demon King Tianwu.    

Back then in the Devil Emperor Tower, the Demon King Tianwu wanted to take his life. If not for his own strength being strong enough, he would not have left so easily.    

"His methods are extremely cruel, the moment he makes a move he makes a killing move, he doesn't plan to leave his opponent's life behind, it's no different from an evil cultivator, I feel that this scum has no qualifications to join Barren Domain Large Competition, why not end it quickly, so as to avoid bringing misfortune to Tian Xuan in the future." A voice sounded from the crowd.    

"Humph!" Demon King Tianwu's expression turned cold, his ice-cold eyes shooting towards the person who spoke. He shouted coldly: "You don't even have the right to criticize my actions, which power are you from?"    

"Impudent! How dare a mere evil cultivator act so arrogantly? I come from the Mo Clan, how can you provoke me like this!" The man shouted angrily, his voice filled with the profound strength of a Genuine Essence. Demon King Tianwu immediately felt his head buzzing, as if the sky was going to fall and the earth was going to shatter, the sky was going to turn upside down.