The Heavenly Desolation Sacred Son, Leng Xi, is indeed quite unlucky.
He was participating in a martial arts contest in Misha City, where he seemed to have already suppressed all opponents, was about to become the arena master, and the daughter of the Misha City Lord was about to become his woman.
Upon joining this martial arts contest for marriage, Leng Xi naturally learned that the Misha City Lord's daughter, Nie Ying, was rumored to be a top-tier beauty.
At that moment, Leng Xi was imagining holding the exceptional beauty in his arms tonight, his heart ablaze with desire, when unexpectedly, someone intervended.
Who would have thought that person was none other than the legendary Supreme Evil Demon, the Nine Nether Demon Lord!
Not only did he not get the beauty, but he was also publicly beaten by that ruthless person, tasting the depths of pain and humiliation.
At that time, Leng Xi could feel the real murderous intent from the person, and he could say that he almost died at his hands.
Ultimately, he barely escaped disaster, initially believing the matter had ended.
However, after coming out of Zhuge Qingfeng's Mysterious Artifact Space, he again, due to that person, was slapped by his father, Leng Yan, in public, and his esteemed status as the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Son was stripped.
"Nine Nether Demon Lord! It's all because of that Nine Nether Demon Lord!" At this moment, listening to Leng Yan's resolute and icy proclamation, Leng Xi bitterly thought, his body still lying on the ice surface, but his fists secretly clenched tightly at this moment.
"And him! It's him! Zhuge Qingfeng!" Following, Leng Xi gritted his teeth and secretly spoke, his eyes full of hatred as he looked at that floating white figure.
"There was nothing happening; the Nine Nether Demon Lord didn't even kill me in the end! It was him, Zhuge Qingfeng, meddling and telling my father about those things, sowing discord, causing me to receive this slap, and stripping me of the Sacred Son position!
It's all his fault!" The more Leng Xi thought about that white figure, the more intense the hatred in his heart grew. At this moment, he had almost transferred all the hatred onto Zhuge Qingfeng.
Although he hated, he was still very rational! He knew even if he hated the Nine Nether Demon Lord, that was not someone he could provoke, but this Zhuge Qingfeng...
"Zhuge Qingfeng, just you wait! One day, I will make you kneel before me, repenting for what you've done today!
Zhuge Old Dog!"
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In the Eighth Hall of the Heavenly Desolation Divine Hall, Shi Feng sat cross-legged, floating in mid-air, at this moment the Nine Nether Technique was operating, furiously devouring the Power of Death within the Blood Stone Stele.
The scroll recorded that on the Divine Battle Continent, there were countless Divines, truly perilous beyond measure, so before heading to that Divine Battle Continent, Shi Feng wanted to elevate his realm first.
Now, he had stepped into the Eight-star Demigod Realm, but at this moment, Shi Feng was confident that he would soon step into the Nine-star Demigod.
Being able to step into a realm, gaining more battle power!
Currently, with the Thunderbolt Battle God Technique and eleven True God battle artifacts, he could defeat strong ones at the True God Second Heaven, but who knows if there are True Gods at the Third or Fourth Heaven, or even existences of higher, more terrifying realms on that Divine Battle Continent!
Fortunately, at present, the energy within the Blood Stone Stele is abundant, furiously absorbing streams of the Power of Death, continuously converting into Nine Nether Power within the Dantian.
However, since entering the Eight-star Demigod Realm, Shi Feng's demand for energy has increased, and not until the thick and vast Power of Death within the Blood Stone Stele was nearly devoured, did his abnormal Dantian reach Great Perfection!
The demand of that abnormal Dantian has reached an unbelievably terrifying level! During this period, he had annihilated numerous Martial Arts strong ones, like the battle at Gu'e Mountain, where he wiped out a hundred supreme powerhouses at the Nine-star Demigod Level!
Although in several battles, the frequent activation of the Thunderbolt Battle God Technique consumed some energy, the previously abundant Power of Death was still very terrifying!
Thus, the Power of Death within the Blood Stone Stele was now nearly depleted.
Then, with a thought, a blood-red light flashed behind him, and the Flame Tree was summoned forth from the Blood Stone Stele.
Subsequently, Shi Feng formed handprints with both hands, his eyes slowly closing, entering into a comprehension of Martial Arts!
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Tianheng Continent.
"Fight!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
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The Tianheng Continent has been invaded by alien races, with wars breaking out in various places.
"Fight!"
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Tianheng Continent, Central State!
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Amid endless darkness, battle cries continuously echoed.
The Dark Camp, including the Death Emperor, Dark Emperor, and Emperor of Destruction, was currently leading the martial artists under the Dark Camp in a battle against the alien races, erupting in an unprecedented war.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!" Ferocious energies raged wildly in this dark world, explosion after explosion resounded, shaking the heavens and the earth.
Death Emperor Lingg Yefeng, wielding the Death Scythe, stood proudly in the void, surrounded by death black fog, exuding thick Aura of Death, "Fight!" With a low shout, countless Yin Corpses flew from his body, floating in the void.
There were ten thousand Yin Corpses, and Death Emperor Lingg Yefeng instantly deployed his famous killing move, the Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses!
Ghostly winds howled, supreme Power of Death enveloped the world, "Kill!" Lingg Yefeng uttered another cold shout, and the Death Scythe in his hand wildly danced and flew into the battlefield below!
The Dark Army was engaging in battle with the scaled alien races, these alien races covered in scales of various colors, within the dark world, white scales, bronze scales, green scales, blue scales, and purple scales of the alien races were all present!
The Death Scythe, true to its name, furiously slashed around, as countless aliens perished under the scythe, the area filling with harrowing cries of agony.
"Hmph!" At this moment, an abnormally cold snort echoed.
Lingg Yefeng suddenly looked up, seeing a massive flame handprint descending from the sky, ferociously striking down towards him.
"This... this power!"
Recently, Death Emperor Lingg Yefeng had stepped into the Two-star Demigod Realm, yet he felt a power provoking his trepidation under the flaming hand!
"Fight!" The look of astonishment on Lingg Yefeng's face only lingered for a moment before disappearing, and a look of resolute determination reappeared on his majestic face.
The flying scythe harvested a wave of lives and returned spinning to Lingg Yefeng's hand.
The power of the Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses gathered, and Lingg Yefeng's strength continuously surged into the Death Scythe, then he fiercely flung it upwards!
The Death Scythe again flew to slash, and in the next moment, it impacted with the flaming handprint!
"Boom!" The collision of formidable forces, followed by a peerless explosive sound, resounded! Chaotic energies ravaged.
The night sky, boiling and raging fiercely.