Peerless God Emperor

Qin Xuan's words were extremely sharp, ironically, Nan Yin couldn't kill him within three moves even if he stepped into Saint Stage, as cultivating was useless.    

"This guy is really crazy!" The hearts of the crowd trembled when they heard these words. This person was simply too audacious. He acted so arrogantly in front of the Saints, looking down on everyone else.    

"No wonder he was being chased. It seems that he had a reason for doing so." Someone whispered.    

In the world of cultivation, if one didn't have enough strength, then they could only behave. If they were too arrogant, they would be dealt with by others sooner or later.    

"I don't think that's necessarily the case. How domineering are the young men from the Nanhua Empire? To think that they would be able to kill people at such a level. Are they still going to bear with it?" However, a person retorted, "Not only that, the words spoken by that Emperor level character are also true. They weren't exaggerated at all."    

Upon hearing his words, the spectators all fell silent.    

That person indifferently swept his gaze over the crowd. In his heart, he clearly understood that these people were jealous of the talent of that Emperor. Hence, they didn't like his arrogance.    

"Today is the day you die, no one can change that!" Nan Yin said coldly as he continued walking towards Qin Xuan with the long spear in his hand. He wanted to see how many more hits Qin Xuan could block.    

"Is that so?" Qin Xuan's mouth formed a sneer as he said coldly, "I'm afraid that you have the intention but not the strength to do so!"    

When Nan Yin heard these words, he frowned. Then, he seemed to have sensed something. He turned his gaze in the direction of the sound, and saw several people rushing over at high speed.    

In the span of a breath, many figures descended into this space. At the very front was white-clothed youth. He was handsome and had an extraordinary temperament. There was no aura emanating from him, but he exuded an extraordinary aura.    

This white-clothed youth was Yi Chen. The people behind him were naturally experts from the Nine Heaven Immortal Countries.    

"It's him." A sharp glint flashed in Nan Yin's eyes. He had some impression of Yi Chen. That day, he had stood beside the Tianxuan Divine Palace. It was obvious that he had gotten to know Qin Xuan.    

However, Yi Chen was too busy to pay attention to Nan Yin. He scanned his surroundings. When he saw Qin Xuan's figure, he flashed and appeared beside Qin Xuan. He asked with concern, "Are you alright?"    

"Fortunately, you came in time, or else something really would have happened." Qin Xuan said with a smile. He had sensed Yi Chen's aura from the Sound Transmission Jade and immediately informed him of his arrival.    

"Leave the rest to me." Yi Chen said. Qin Xuan nodded, "Alright."    

He could vaguely sense that Yi Chen's temperament was even more outstanding than before. If he wasn't mistaken, she must have broken through her bottleneck. It wouldn't be a problem for her to deal with Nan Yin.    

After that, Yi Chen's gaze shifted and landed on Nan Yin. He said indifferently, "As the prince of the Southern Flower Kingdom, you actually dared to use your Saint Stage to deal with a person from the High Rank of Monarch Stage. You've completely disgraced the Southern Flower Kingdom."    

As the sound of his voice faded, the space around Qin Wentian grew silent.    

"Is that young man the prince of Nanhua Empire?" Countless gazes of astonishment landed on Nan Yin, but soon after, they came to a realization. No wonder the aura of this man was so extraordinary, to be able to seize the opportunity from the Heavenly God's Eye, he was actually a prince.    

However, it was indeed very disgraceful for a dignified prince to bully a person in a lower realm. It was unknown what enmity there was between the two of them that caused him to kill that person even without caring about face.    

Yi Chen's words made Nan Yin's expression turn ugly. He looked at Yi Chen coldly and said, "This has nothing to do with you. It's best if you don't meddle in other people's business. Otherwise, the consequences will not be something you can bear!"    

"Are you threatening me?" Yi Chen's brows rose slightly. He had just stepped into Saint Stage and he was already so arrogant. Wasn't he overconfident?    

"You should know the grudge between me and Qin Xuan. Today, he must die. If you stop him, you must die too!" Nan Yin said coldly with a domineering tone. No one could stop him from killing Qin Xuan.    

"Is that so?" Yi Chen looked at Nan Yin calmly and said, "You seem to be exceptionally confident after entering the Saint Stage. Since that's the case, let me test your strength."    

As soon as his words fell, Yi Chen walked towards Nan Yin. There was still no aura emanating from her body. She looked like an ordinary person. Nan Yin looked at Yi Chen's figure with killing intent. "You are courting death!"    

Boom!" Nan Yin raised his hand and struck out with his palm. A divine light burst out from his palm, transforming into a world-shocking divine spear. The spear contained the power of the saintly way, capable of easily annihilating any peak level Great Emperor.    

Yi Chen looked calmly at the Divine Lance approaching. With a light tap of her finger, a powerful ripple spread out. The space in front of her seemed to have solidified. The Divine Spear was frozen in place, unable to move any further.    

As a result, an extremely strange scene appeared in this space. That divine spear brimming with resplendent light was just like a statue.    

Nan Yin's heart shuddered when he saw this. He looked in disbelief at Yi Chen's figure. This person was actually a saint!    

At this moment, Nan Yin had a feeling that this young man's strength was likely above his.    

"To obtain revenge, you have to disregard everything and raise your cultivation base, destroying your own future prospects. With such a temperament, your achievements in the Martial Dao are destined to be limited to this. You don't deserve to compete with him." A mocking voice came from Yi Chen, causing Nan Yin's expression to turn even uglier.    

This person actually said that he was not worthy of fighting against Qin Xuan.    

Nan Yin was about to retort when Yi Chen waved her hand. The aura of the Great Dao surged, turning into a terrifying storm. With a crack, it destroyed the godly spear. The storm continued to surge towards Nan Yin.    

"Humph!" Nan Yin let out a cold snort. His arm trembled, and a destructive spear shadow shot out from the void, shooting straight into the storm.    

"Boom …" With a loud bang, the spear shadow instantly collapsed, and the storm simultaneously exploded. However, an extremely powerful shockwave swept towards Nan Yin, striking his body, causing him to groan in pain. His face couldn't help but turn somewhat pale.    

When the crowd saw this scene, a profound look appeared on their faces. It was obvious that white-clothed youth, who was also a Saint of the First Order, was even stronger than the Prince of Nanhua Empire.    

From their conversation just now, they could roughly guess what had happened.    

This prince seemed to have forcefully raised his cultivation level just to kill that Emperor. But if he did so, it would definitely cause his foundation to be unstable, and his strength would definitely be weaker than those who had steadily entered the Saint Stage.    

"What a pity to waste such a good talent." Someone sighed, feeling pity for Nan Yin. His mind had been clouded by hatred, yet he had made such an absurd decision.    

Currently, his foundation was already unstable. In the future, even if he could continue to raise his cultivation level, he would gradually be pulled further away from those top characters. However, he was still much stronger than ordinary saints.    

"She did not hesitate to destroy her future to raise her cultivation, but in the end, she was still unable to kill that person. It is simply losing both husband and soldiers." Someone shook his head and sighed.    

A strange expression appeared on the faces of the crowd. Wasn't this way too miserable?