Peerless God Emperor

"Don't hesitate, take him down." At this moment, a sonorous voice drifted over from behind. The experts turned their heads, only to see Jian Qi's ice-cold countenance saying, "If we allow this person to leave, that will be the true cause of our troubles."    

The experts nodded their heads. Jian Qi was the Sword Son of the Non-Phase Sword Sect. His words could represent the will of the Non-Phase Sword Sect. Since he had spoken, there was no need to think too much about the consequences.    

Streams of light spread out in all directions, enveloping the white-haired youth. That space seemed to have turned into a completely sealed off space. The spectators in the distance could clearly feel a stifling pressure bearing down on them. This was the genuine will to kill!    

Jian Qi, Cang Yan, and the rest all stared at that piece of space. They were all the most outstanding characters in their respective powers, yet today, the halberd had fallen into the hands of one person. What a disgrace, if that person didn't die, they wouldn't be able to lift their heads up for the rest of their lives.    

Thus, Seventh Sword took the risk of offending the great power and ordered her to be killed.    

This time, even if he didn't die, he would still die!    

Qin Xuan's expression was cold. He originally wanted to help the white-haired youth leave, but the killing intent of Jian Qi and the others was too strong. They directly sent out their Emperor, rather than breaking their promise, they would rather kill him on the spot.    

Under these circumstances, he had no way of saving her.    

The mind is not strong enough.    

The countenances of the experts were extremely sharp. Stepping out at the same time, they prepared to attack the white-haired youth.    

However at this moment, a terrifying pressure bore down on them from far off in the distance. It was akin to the fury of a god, as a thunderous sound boomed out, shaking the hearts of the spectators.    

"This is …" Countless people raised their heads to look at the sky in confusion.    

An extremely terrifying scene appeared in the sky. Four terrifying beams of golden light pierced through the space, forming a spatial passageway. Divine light radiated, enveloping the entire space, causing everyone to be unable to open their eyes.    

"What a terrifying pressure!" Everyone looked at the divine light above them, their hearts fiercely trembling.    

Some of the weaker cultivators coughed out blood as they were forced to the ground by the immense pressure. The weaker cultivators all had pale faces as well as their blood vessels couldn't help but tremble, including those of the Emperor.    

"Holy Might!" The hearts of many experts pounded, and fear appeared on their faces.    

This level of pressure, it could only be Saint Descends.    

However, the Asura Infernal Realm had already set a rule that saints were not allowed to show their faces, let alone make a move. If they wanted to unleash a Holy War, they had to go to other battlefields as well.    

Otherwise, those in the Emperor Profound Realm would have no way to survive.    

What kind of saint was he, daring to ignore this rule?    

Four figures walked out from the spatial passageway, their auras ethereal and intangible. Their faces were cold as they swept their gaze downwards, and upon coming into contact with their line of sight, many felt their hearts palpitating in fear, as though everything had been seen through by them, with no privacy at all.    

The spectators stared at the four silhouettes as though they were looking at a god. They couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness in their hearts. These four supreme existences weren't existences they could even contend against.    

"He is indeed a Saint!" A profound meaning flashed across Qin Xuan's eyes. The aura exuded by those four people was indeed that of a saint, and they were not ordinary saints either. The feeling they gave him was comparable to that of Brother Feng Qing.    

Why had four figures of this level appeared at the same time?    

Right now, Jian Qi, Yi Zhi and the rest were all silent. Even if they were ranked on the Heavenly Rankings and were considered monstrous geniuses, they still had to lower their heads before facing a true saint.    

Especially when these four people appeared in such a high-profile manner. It was as if they didn't put the rules of Asura Hell in their eyes at all. It made them tremble with fear, and they didn't dare to act rashly.    

"The Son left on his own accord, but he made it easy for us to find him!" A cold voice rang out, causing the crowd to be stunned. Holy Son?    

Who was the Son he spoke of?    

Subsequently, many people seemed to have thought of something and their hearts trembled. Their faces were filled with shock. Could it be …    

One by one, their gazes turned in the same direction, eventually landing on the white-haired youth. The youth's expression was calm as usual as he looked at the four figures in the sky. He spoke in a calm voice, "He was the one who asked you to come?"    

"Naturally, why would the Holy Son leave?" The expert who spoke earlier asked.    

"Nothing, I'm just tired of it. I want to walk by myself." The white-haired youth's tone was as calm as ever, even when facing a Saint, his heart did not waver in the slightest.    

"Even the Holy Son has been gone for such a long time. Now, it's time to return with me." That expert spoke once again, his countenance filled with authority as his tone revealed a hint of domineering power.    

It was as if he wanted to forcefully bring the white-haired youth back, regardless of whether he agreed or not.    

"Since I've taken the initiative to leave, I naturally won't go back so easily." The youth looked at him: "You go back and tell him that I will go back when I want to."    

"If we do that, I'm afraid we won't be able to explain it to the master. I hope that the Holy Son won't make things difficult for us." That expert spoke in a low voice, his expression turning sharper.    

As the crowd listened to the conversation between the two, they began to faintly understand what was going on.    

That white-haired youth seemed to be the Holy Son of some major power, and he left his clan without permission. The four Saints had chased him all the way here in order to bring him back.    

As they thought of this, their hearts violently trembled. A character of High Rank of Monarch Stage actually had the four Saints personally bring him back, what kind of status was that?    

It was likely that even Sword Seven, Cang Tianxing, and the others would not be able to reach such a level.    

However, when they thought about the peerless demeanor of the white-haired youth from before, they felt relieved. He alone could fight against the combined forces of the seven geniuses, so his status was naturally higher than all of them.    

However, it was unknown how high it was.    

"I've already sworn that I won't kill anymore. There's no use in bringing me back. What's the use?" The white-haired youth sighed, as if he was tired of the quarrels of the mortal world.    

He had initially stepped onto a path of death, but good fortune had fooled people, the Ancient Buddha actually used his body to carry him out, and now these people had rushed over, was it heaven's will?    

"No more slaughter?" The corner of that expert's mouth curled up in a smile, as though he had just heard the funniest joke in the world.    

He looked at the white-haired youth and said in a deep voice, "You were born for slaughter. How many innocent people's blood were stained in your hands? Now, with just a word, you want to wipe out everything that happened in the past. Does the Holy Son think this is possible?"    

The white-haired youth lowered his head and fell silent.    

Indeed, he was a sinner who had sinned for thousands of years. Even if he had to sacrifice his own life, it would be hard to repay him.    

However, the Ancient Buddha said that all matters have a cause and effect. It bestowed him with a sariras, maybe he still had a chance to save himself.    

"I have made up my mind. You all don't have to persuade me anymore." The white-haired youth looked at the four people again and said.    

"It seems that we can only offend the Holy Son!" The other figure spoke, his voice incomparably cold. They were ordered to bring the Holy Son back, how could they return empty-handed?    

The white-haired youth looked at him and said calmly, "You know my personality."    

With that one sentence, the opponent's expression froze, and he didn't reply.    

Of course he knew the personality of this Holy Son. His master had trained him personally, Deicide, and his talent was peerless, decisive, and famous for his ruthlessness. Not only was he cruel to others, he was even more ruthless to himself.    

If they were to forcefully bring him back, he was afraid that he would really do something crazy. At that time, even if they were to bring them back, they would be blamed by their master.    

After all, the master wanted a complete person.    

One of the experts suddenly turned his gaze onto the crowd below him. A hint of viciousness flashed past his eyes as he coldly spoke, "If the Holy Son isn't willing to return with us, all of them will die here!"    

As the sound of his voice faded, the expressions of the vast majority of the crowd changed. If they didn't return, they would kill them. What tyrannical words!    

This was using their lives to threaten the white-haired youth.    

In the eyes of the four people up above, what were they?    

An ant?    

"How vicious..." Qin Xuan's heart shook when he heard those words. It was likely that those four people came from some terrifying force that gave him the confidence to say those words. He did not need to care what force the people below him came from and could kill as he pleased.    

"Are you threatening me?" The white-haired youth's eyes instantly turned cold. His aura was not any weaker than the four Saints. This was a temperament cultivated over the years of killing, and it had nothing to do with cultivation.    

"Aren't the Holy Son also threatening us? We're the same." Didn't the expert just say that they would never kill again? If he didn't follow them back, he would slaughter everyone below.    

He wanted to see how the Holy Son would decide.    

"We don't have much time left. Give the Holy Son some time to think about it. If there isn't any result, then the Holy Son will tacitly agree to ignore their lives." That expert spoke again, his tone was extremely casual, as though he was merely speaking with some ordinary words.    

Jian Qi, Cang Yue, and the rest all had extremely ugly expressions. They, a grand character of the 72 Emperors, was actually not worth mentioning in the eyes of others?    

"Senior, are you trying to break the rules of the Asura Hell?" At this moment, someone finally stood up and spoke to the four contenders. This person was one of the emperors of the Non-Phase Sword Sect.    

"Who do you think you are to question me?" The expert coldly swept his gaze over to the Emperor. With a single glance, the countenance of the Emperor paled, as though his body was being held by an invisible hand. His breathing became extremely difficult, and he felt as though he was on the verge of death.    

"Scram!"    

A voice drifted out from above, the Emperor was flung several thousand meters away, completely unable to resist.    

When the vast crowd saw this scene, their hearts surged with great waves. This was an expert of the Emperor level who could become the overlord of a region in the Non-Phase Sword Region, yet he couldn't withstand a single glance and was directly sent flying. This was simply …    

The difference between an Emperor and a Saint was so great that it left them in complete despair.    

The old man glanced at the crowd below him, as he calmly asked, "Is there anyone else who is unconvinced?"    

When the crowd heard this, they couldn't help but feel infuriated. With a single thought from a Saint, who would be able to withstand it?