Peerless God Emperor

After the starlight dissipated, two figures gradually appeared in front of everyone. One of them was half-kneeling in the air with his head lowered, and shockingly, it was Beize Tianpeng.    

As for Dao Wuhen, he was still standing straight. His expression was as sharp as a knife, and his knife-like face had a proud and aloof look. He refused to allow anyone a thousand miles away.    

"You've lost." Dao Wu Hen said indifferently.    

"Cough, cough." Beize Tianpeng could not help but cough, he slowly raised his head and looked at Dao Wu Hen with his slightly red eyes, the expression in them was extremely complicated, as though there were many unspeakable emotions, there were unwillingness, helplessness, fatigue …    

After working so hard for so long, he still failed …    

Finally, he let out a long sigh, stood up silently, and left the Battle stage.    

In the world of martial arts, it was so cruel. Once one achieved success, it would be akin to ten thousand bones turning dry, and the rise of a Heaven's Pride would definitely cause the bodies of countless heaven's pride level experts to continuously ascend.    

This was only the top 8. There were still four other top rankers, each ranking more difficult than the last.    

Only the most outstanding demon-level character would be qualified to ascend to the peak of the Heavens, and receive the reverence of tens of thousands of people, suppressing an entire era.    

"There is still a long way to go, your future is limitless." He was a little worried about Beize Tianpeng's condition, and was afraid that he would not be able to recover from his defeat in battle.    

"I understand." Beize Tianpeng nodded his head, but his heart was still unreconciled, he was born as a Sovereign King, why would he lose?    

Seeing the unwillingness in Beize Tianpeng's eyes, Stellar Lord of the Northern Dipper sighed in his heart, feeling extremely ashamed.    

Generally speaking, Chaotic Constitution were stronger than people of the same realm, and Beize Tianpeng was not an ordinary Chaotic Constitution.    

This could only mean one thing. His teacher was weak, and he was unable to impart him an even more powerful sacred art.    

After all, Dao Wuhen came from the Sabre Sword Palace, and had taken a saint as his master. The divine abilities he cultivated were all top-notch, and he was only at the Middle Rank of Monarch Stage, so the amount he could impart was too limited.    

Stellar Lord of the Northern Dipper's eyes flashed with determination, as though he had made up his mind. He said in a deep voice: "After this matter ends, I will bring the two of you to find your ancestor. No matter what, I must make him accept you two."    

"Grandteacher?" Beize Tianpeng and Yang Yunhui's expressions changed as they stared at Stellar Lord of the Northern Dipper in a daze. They had never heard of anything related to their ancestor.    

"Your Grandmaster is, of course, the Ten Directions Emperor!" He didn't want too many people to know about this matter. If others were to find out that Master had a disciple like him, it would truly be a disgrace to the Master.    

Hearing Stellar Lord of the Northern Dipper's sound transmission, both of their hearts fiercely trembled, not daring to believe what they had just heard.    

Especially Yang Yunhui, whose eyes were filled with indescribable excitement. No wonder so many people had called Beize Tianpeng the Ten Directions Emperor's disciple earlier, and it wasn't because they were inference, but because they weren't disciples, but their granddisciples!    

Suddenly discovering that he had such a terrifying master, he found it hard to accept.    

"We'll talk about this later. Let's watch the competition first. Watching the battle between the top heaven's pride level experts of the same generation is of great help to your future cultivation." The Stellar Lord of the Northern Dipper said.    

The two of them nodded. They both understood the reason for their failures. It wasn't because they lacked talent, but because their foundation was too shallow. And with just this one point, the gap between them and peak characters was widened.    

Four of the top eight matches had already ended, and the four contestants who had advanced were Third Dragon Prince, Chu Feng, Mo Lishang and Dao Wutian.    

Very quickly, everyone's eyes turned towards the Battle stage s, where both sides were fighting with Jian Wuhen and Young Master Cyan Roc.    

Sabre Sword Palace was an expert in the art of great slaughter, and had always had two Holy Sons. This time, the two Holy Sons were Jian Wuhen and Dao Wutian, and no one in the same generation as them, so the difference in strength between the two of them wasn't too great.    

Jian Wuhen's figure flashed nonstop, astonishing Sword Intent s were quickly circulating on his body, his entire body seemed to have transformed into a peerless treasured sword, with its sharpness exposed.    

As he waved his arm, countless sword lights slashed out at an inconceivable speed. Countless sword lights interweaved, as if they formed a sword array, sealing off the space and slaughtering everything.    

If it was an ordinary opponent, they would be helpless against such a strong and overbearing attack. However, the Young Master Cyan Roc was not one of them.    

The Young Master Cyan Roc was from the Cyan Roc race, and the Peng race excelled in speed. They had the title of the Sovereign King of the Sky, able to move about in the sky and ignore all attacks.    

But just how fast was he?    

Two figures, one green and one white, shuttled back and forth in the air. One in front and one behind, it was as though they were chasing, as terrifying Sword Path Light erupted from the void, tearing space apart.    

However, the spectators quickly noticed the inklings, even though Jian Wuhen's sword light had no traces, they were unable to catch up to his speed, and were unable to attack him at all.    

And if he couldn't threaten his opponent, what was the use of using any powerful attack?    

Relying only on his extreme speed, Qing Mu was already in an invincible position.    

"Seems like Jian Wuhen is going to lose." Many people whispered.    

Suddenly, a green figure appeared out of thin air. It was extremely elegant and calm, and surprisingly, it was Qing Mu.    

"Do you want to continue?" Qing Mu's expression was calm as he spoke to a spot in the air.    

Not long after he finished speaking, there was a violent fluctuation in the space, followed by the appearance of a person. That person was dressed in white, holding onto a long sword, and had a Sword Intent surrounded by Ling Tian, it was Jian Wuhen.    

Jian Wuhen's face did not look good. After cultivating for so many years, this was the first time he had met such an opponent.    

"He is the pride of the Cyan Roc Clan, one of the Demon Clan, and you only have this much strength?" Jian Wuhen said sarcastically. Clearly, he was very angry in his heart.    

Qing Mu disagreed, and replied indifferently: "No one needs to judge how my strength is, but, if you continue with the method you used earlier, who will be the one to win?"    

Jian Wuhen's face stiffened and he was instantly rendered speechless. If this were to continue, the one who would lose in the end would most likely be him.    

After all, he was in a passive state the entire time. Qing Mu was faster than him, and the moment Qing Mu found a chance, he would be able to give him a fatal blow.    

Seeing that Jian Wuhen was silent, Qing Mu started to speak again: "A battle does not necessarily require a head-on clash. If I can use the simplest method to defeat my opponent, why would I need to expend my strength?"    

After saying that, Jian Wuhen's face became even more ugly, how could he not understand that Qing Mu was retaliating against him?    

However, he could not retort because what Qing Mu said was correct. If he had the speed, he would do the same.    

"I admit defeat in this battle, but this does not mean that my strength is inferior to yours. I hope that the next time I see you, I will not do the same thing again. This way, I will be at a disadvantage." Jian Wuhen looked straight at Qing Mu as he spoke, and then turned and descended into the void.    

The reason he admitted defeat was because he knew that he was unable to deal with Qing Mu. Secondly, Dao Wu Hen had already entered the top eight.