Peerless God Emperor

Xuanyuan Potian asked the crowd. His countenance was incomparably cold and detached, and the tone of his voice contained an unquestionable intent, causing the hearts of the crowd to tremble.    

"I said so. What do you want?" The person who spoke up earlier stood up and looked at Xuanyuan Potian. His expression was still as casual as ever, and he did not seem to care at all about the chilliness of Xuanyuan Potian's words.    

Aside from a few people on the third floor, there was nothing that could scare him off.    

Xuanyuan Potian slightly nodded, and said indifferently: "If that's the case, then you can come out too, it's just right that we can take care of this together."    

After saying that, everyone's heart trembled, many of them were stunned, Xuanyuan Potian did not dare believe what he had just heard.    

When the person who fought with Xuanyuan Potian previously heard this, his face could not help but reveal a strange expression, is this guy crazy?    

This guy was speaking so arrogantly, asking Xiao Yuan to scram and take care of them together with him?    

"When he said these words, he was already a dead man. No matter if it is Liu Xiaofeng or Xiao Yuan, they are not people to be trifled with, especially Xiao Yuan.    

Someone said in a low voice, and looked at Xuanyuan Potian with a pitiful gaze. This guy was courting death, he couldn't blame anyone else.    

Although he was not the most outstanding disciple, his talent was still very good. On the other hand, Xiao Yuan was a Holy Son of the Heaven Furnace Sect, and since he was a Holy Son, his talent was naturally number one in sect.    

At this time, Xiao Yuan was so angry that he started laughing. The muscles on his face were trembling slightly as he laughed unrestrainedly and arrogantly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.    

How many years had it been since someone had dared to tell him to scram? Was this person challenging his patience?    

"Do you know who you're talking to?" Xiao Yuan looked at him coldly. He wanted to let Xuanyuan Potian know how foolish his words from before were. He wanted to make Xuanyuan Potian regret it for his entire life.    

"Are you deaf?" Xuanyuan Potian directly said sarcastically, not giving Xiao Yuan the slightest bit of face.    

"You're fine." Xiao Yuan only said one sentence, and his expression became even colder, after that he looked at Liu Xiaofeng and said: "Help me out, and kill him."    

A smile flashed across Liu Xiaofeng's eyes as he said, "Since Brother Xiao has spoken, I will follow your lead. However, Brother Xiao owes me a favor."    

"Naturally." Xiao Yuan nodded, of course he would not personally take action, as that would only reduce his status.    

The indifferent gaze once again turned to Xuanyuan Potian, who had a cold smile on his face, sinister and terrifying, fighting with him, seeking death!    

"Should I make a move?" The sword glanced at Qin Xuan.    

"No need. This guy loves to fight. Two people can't force him to use his strength. I would like more people to help." Qin Xuan laughed in a low voice.    

Thinking back to Xuanyuan Potian's previous words, Jian Shen nodded his head, he was worried that this fellow was worrying too much.    

Liu Xiaofeng's figure turned, the Hand seal, once again released the Rules of the Wind, activating the endless wind attributed spiritual energy in the air, transforming into a storm of sharp swords that slashed towards Xuanyuan Potian.    

"Today, I'll teach you how to conduct yourself."    

Xuanyuan Potian shouted as a majestic aura surged out from his body. In an instant, Xuanyuan Potian's entire demeanor seemed to have undergone a great change, his heroic and mighty presence was akin to a god of war descending from the heavens, wanting to make all living beings submit to him.    

At this moment, the pupils of many of the surrounding people all froze, intimidated by the aura coming from Xuanyuan Potian's body.    

What was going on? How did he suddenly become so strong?    

A flash of gloominess appeared on Xiao Yuan's face as he stared unblinkingly at Xuanyuan Potian. No one knew what he was thinking about.    

It seemed that Xuanyuan Potian was not an ordinary person, but even so, he still could not make his expression change. As the Holy Son of the Heaven Cauldron Sect, he had great strength and confidence, if not, he would not have been able to reach this place.    

"I let you escape just now, but it won't be so easy now." Liu Xiaofeng said coldly.    

He had initially thought that he could kill Xuanyuan Potian with his absolute attack under the watchful eyes of the crowd, but he did not expect that Xuanyuan Potian would be able to escape. Now that he was safe and sound, he was completely fine.    

"Flee?" Which eye of yours saw me running away? Even if you really were to run away, it would only mean that your speed is too slow to trap me.    

Xuanyuan Potian sarcastically retorted, causing Liu Xiaofeng's expression to turn extremely stiff. His expression was incomparably ashen as he coldly spoke: "You're courting death!"    

"You're too weak, I don't want to play anymore."    

Xuanyuan Potian's figure suddenly shot out explosively, like a bolt of lightning, and as violent as a tiger, he directly charged towards Liu Xiaofeng.    

"You're courting death." His Rules of the Wind was extremely tyrannical, and very few people in the same realm would dare to face it head-on. This person took the initiative to die, so this couldn't be blamed on him for being ruthless.    

Sounds of howling came from the sky. Liu Xiaofeng was standing proudly in the storm, the air around him was vibrating crazily like a torrential storm, the sky and the earth were swaying.    

"Kill!"    

Liu Xiaofeng's finger stabbed out, his finger contained a terrifying killing intent.    

In that instant, the tempest around him seemed to erupt violently. A silvery white radiance wantonly blossomed, engulfing the entire space. Countless sharp blades of the murderous storm gushed forth, howling as their auras shook the hearts of the spectators.    

The space in front of the storm started to tremble. Sharp auras penetrated through the air, turning it into countless fragments.    

At this moment, the expressions on everyone's faces froze as they stared fixedly at the storm that was about to destroy everything.    

Even though they were separated by a certain distance, they could still feel how terrifying the power contained within the storm was. An extremely strong killing intent, a terrifying killing technique, it was practically a fatal strike.    

If he used a spell to block it, he might have a chance at survival, but if they collided head on, it would be a narrow escape.    

At this time, a figure fearlessly rushed out. He raised his fists and charged into the storm with lightning like speed.    

"Rumble!"    

A loud rumbling sound could be heard, and the space trembled violently. A violent and complicated force was wreaking havoc in the violent storm, resplendent and unstoppable. No one knew who had released it.    

"Ah …"    

Amidst the loud sounds, a ghastly howl sounded out mixed within, and it was heart-tearing and lung-splitting. It was as if one's throat was torn apart as it emitted an enormous amount of pain.    

Many people shook their heads when they heard this. This was also something that they reaped, and they couldn't help but blame others.    

In the Demonic Desolate Domain, arrogance would come at a price. No matter how strong and arrogant one was in the sect, by virtue of one's good talent, one could still live a carefree life, and no one would dare to offend one.    

However, in this place, if one did not possess great strength, the consequences of acting arrogantly would be to be mercilessly killed.