Battle God Emperor

Murong Xue's problem was as easy as pie for Dou Tian. In a few days, Murong Xue's body had completely recovered. The venom in his body had also been removed.    

One month ago, when Murong Xue left the Dou Family, Dou Tian and a few others did not stop him.    

One of them was holding a huge grudge. It was impossible for him to hold on to the one he hated, and it was useless to hold on to him. That obsession of his would continue to haunt him day after day.    

For example, Duotian himself had been dreaming about the Little Demoness in his dreams every day recently. He dreamed that he had gone to the Sacred City and wanted to take the Little Demoness away, but he encountered countless obstacles.    

Every night, he would wake up several times from his dream, sweating profusely and even feeling somewhat terrified in his heart. On the other hand, he had never dreamed about anything related to King-kill Trial.    

However, Heaven and Earth Clone … After awakening, his target was extremely firm.    

He had told Little Demoness before that if anyone wanted to forcefully take Little Demoness away from him, they would have to step on his corpse. The last time, when Little Demoness was taken away by Lee Linchen, Dou Tian had always blamed himself.    

He secretly swore, such a thing, would never happen again, even if it was Primeval Chaos Battle Saint Stage, so what?    

As the time to kill the King's City got closer and closer, Dou Tian slowly adjusted his condition to its peak.    

One month ago, Mo Zi. Yang from the Dou Family Secret Small Space s. Coming out, he looked to be many years younger. Although he had yet to return to his peak condition, he was filled with hope for the future.    

Because his Battle Soul was already at the fourth stage. This meant that he had the possibility and hope of assailing the Primeval Chaos Battle Saint Stage realm.    

Mo Zi. Yang knew very well that this was the work of Dou Tian. He tactfully did not ask Dou Tian about anything. After all, to be able to cause a Battle Soul to mutate, such methods were useless. Ancient University. In terms of Lu Splenic Region, it was completely against the will of the heavens.    

If others were to discover Dou Tian's ability, he would definitely die.    

Mo Zi. Yang was very clear about the pros and cons of this matter, so he pretended as if nothing had happened and spent every day in the Battle Skill Pavilion, reading books, and teaching the disciples of Dou Family, his life as usual.    

As for Feng Lang and Ying Feng, the two of them had always been immersed in comprehending battle skills, and Duotian had taught the two of them Traceless Snow and Light-flowing Star-picking Step.    

Although the talent of the two wasn't bad, their comprehension of combat skills were far inferior to Dou Tian's. They often asked Dou Tian for advice, and although their realm hadn't risen, the two's strength had also improved quite a bit.    

For the past two months, Duotian had been repeating the same thing day after day, teaching, carving, and comprehending the concept.    

This was also a Heaven Fighting cultivator. Ever since he refined it, this was the first time that he hadn't made much progress in his cultivation realm in more than three months.    

Of course, even though his realm stopped at the fourth small realm of Dao Combination Battle Immortal Stage, he could break through anytime, and it would only be for the sake of participating in King-kill Trial, and would always be pressed. He was just controlling his cultivation, so he didn't have any intention of making a breakthrough.    

Others may not know how terrifying Dou Tian was, but Feng Lang and Ying Feng both knew very well that even if Dou Tian was at the fourth stage of Dao Combination Battle Immortal Stage, if they were to fight him, the two of them might not necessarily be his match.    

"Whew." Zhan Tian heaved a sigh of relief as he looked at the wooden sculpture in his hand. With a doting smile on his face, he realized that the carvings were of no one else but the Little Demoness.    

The Little Demoness was elegant and refined, her eyes were like clear spring water, and as she looked around, she possessed a light and lively aura. She was extremely beautiful, and her mind was completely immersed within her.    

This was the's perfect appearance from half a year ago. If he had seen Little Demoness like this, Dou Tian probably would have been angered by this.    

"Soon, there will be half a year left. I will definitely bring you back." Dou Tian looked at the wooden sculpture in his hand and said with a gentle smile.    

"Young master." Suddenly, Feng Lang's voice came out from outside the door, calling out for a few times before he came back to his senses.    

Dou Tian hurriedly put away the wooden sculpture in his hand, pushed open the door and walked out. Dou Jin, Ming, Feng Lang and the rest were waiting in the courtyard.    

Even Lian Mo Zi. It was rare for Yang to appear here as the aura emitted from his body became even more unfathomable. This also allowed Dou Tian to feel a lot more at ease with his Dou Family and the fatty's safety.    

Outside the courtyard, there were two other people standing. The Wu's Golden Lion King looked similar to Dou Jin, but it was a little larger.    

These were Dou Jin's two brothers, brothers who had transformed from Myriad-life Snow Lion to Immortal Level Bloodline, the Flowing Cloud Golden Lion. They had also broke through to the Lifespan Level now.    

This also confirmed Dou Tian's thoughts. Maybe Dou Jin had transformed into a Flowing Cloud Golden Lion in the beginning, and only stayed by his side for a long time. That was why he transformed into a Holy-ranked Golden Holy Lion.    

Today was a special day, and Dou Tian and a few others were preparing to leave the Dou Family to participate in the King-kill Trial.    

"Great Clan Elder, Second Brother, everyone, take care." Dou Tian did not say anything else. He cupped his hands toward the crowd and said.    

In this place, many people were his seniors. Even though the former Duotian was only trash in their eyes, right now, everyone was proud of him. Duotian had also abandoned his former hatred.    

As soon as he finished speaking, the Ming instantly changed its form. Dou Tian and the others stepped onto the Ming's back and flew towards the sky.    

"Saint Level Battle Beast bloodline. Night Nether Falcon, Duotian, I wonder what level you will reach the next time you return?" Mo Zi. Yang muttered to himself before suddenly disappearing from the spot. The courtyard returned to its previous tranquil state.    

High up in the sky, clouds and mist flew past their ears. Dou Tian looked at Feng Lang and Ying Feng and asked: "Are you ready?"    

"Alright." The two of them said without any hesitation.    

Dou Tian nodded, then patted Dou Jin's head and laughed: "Dou Jin, Ming, I cannot bring you along this time, you guys can stay here."    

"Roar!" Dou Jin roared softly, his expression one of extreme unwillingness. The Ming turned its head and also let out a soft whistle.    

Dou Tian bitterly smiled. He had once thought of bringing Dou Jin and Lang over, since it was a Blood Demon anyway. Ruo Ruo also knew of her identity. However, when he thought about it again, he realized that it was Blood Demon. Rao knew, but no one else knew.    

If they were to openly participate in King-kill Trial as Dou Tian, it would definitely cause a lot of trouble. Furthermore, they might not be allowed to bring the warbeasts along, so Dou Tian decided to just leave them in the Lihuoxindu.    

"Alright, don't be angry. When we get to the Wushuang Holy City, I'll definitely bring you guys along." Then, he looked towards Feng Lang and Ying Feng, casually throwing over something to them: "Put this mask on."    

"Yes, young master." The two of them respectfully nodded. If they were to participate in King-kill Trial, it was best not to rashly. Revealing his identity.    

Several days later.    

The Lihuoxindu, the Life and Death Arena, a secretive and broad meeting place. The discussion hall was filled with warriors. Each person wore a mask, and they were emitting a strong killing intent.    

One of them was a woman wearing a red rose mask. Her eyes were filled with anxiety as she looked at her surroundings from time to time.    

Beside her was a purple-robed man with blood-red hair. He wore a white mask, and his white mask was composed of countless diamond-shaped crystals.    

"Brother …" Brother, why aren't they here yet? " She was clearly a blood demon. The one beside her was naturally Xue Wujue.    

"He will come." Xue Wujue said indifferently.    

"Everyone, come here and register your names. We will depart in two hours. Those who are unable to register their names in time will be deemed to have given up voluntarily." At this moment, an ice-cold voice sounded out.