Battle God Emperor

Mo Ziyang raised his head and looked high up in the sky. In the distance, a white and black figure were rapidly approaching;    

    

He took a quick glance around the courtyard and heaved a sigh of relief. The strange phenomenon of Fatty's bloodline had finally stopped. Even if he were to be discovered, he would not be able to tell much from it.    

    

"Again, are you here to throw away your lives again?" When Bai Loong and Hei Hu got close, Mo Ziyang bellowed, and released his killing intent without any hesitation.    

    

However, just as he finished speaking, Mo Ziyang's pupils slightly quivered, because another black-robed man appeared behind the two of them.    

    

The black gowned man was only about fifty years old, but his soul power was giving off an aura that even Mo Ziyang was afraid of.    

    

"Ninth small realm of Primeval Chaos Battle Saint Stage!" Mo Ziyang took a deep breath, he had previously reached this realm as well, so he was clear in his heart.    

    

He only had Primeval Chaos Battle Saint Stage at the moment, and with his innate talent and strength, it would naturally not be difficult for him to stop someone from reaching the ninth small realm of the Primeval Chaos Battle Saint Stage. However, he still had two Primeval Chaos Battle Saint Stage s before that.    

    

If they really wanted to eliminate Dou Family, Mo Ziyang would be powerless as well and might not be able to stop them.    

    

"Oh, in this remote place, there's actually Primeval Chaos Battle Saint Stage?" The black-robed man spoke in an indifferent tone, his tone filled with contempt.    

    

"A backwater?" Hearing these words, Mo Ziyang could roughly guess the origin of the black-clothed man. Only people with Wushuang Holy City would have such a high and mighty mentality.    

    

"People from the Wushuang Holy City, can't casually walk around in there right? I wonder which power do you belong to?" Mo Ziyang frowned.    

    

He had already made the preparations to go all out. If the three of them were to make a move, he would definitely kill the other two in one strike with an early stage Primeval Chaos Battle Saint Stage. He wouldn't give them the chance to deal with his Dou Family.    

    

Hearing Mo Ziyang's words, the black cloaked man's eyes narrowed slightly and said: "Old man, you being able to see through my identity means that you have some ability with your eyes. Submit to me and I won't kill you.    

    

"Idiot, do you think it's difficult for people from the Holy City to recognize you as the strongest person in the world?" And you want me to submit to you? " Mo Ziyang was amused by the black-clothed man.    

    

The corner of Bai Loong's and Hei Hu's mouths twitched. This old fellow is really courting death, he actually dared to enrage this Lord.    

    

However, they also agreed with Mo Ziyang's words. The people of the Sacred City thought that they were noble, but in the eyes of the people outside the Sacred City, they were nothing more than this.    

    

Those from the big families of Holy City were like flowers blooming in a greenhouse. They couldn't stand the splendor, so they had to admit that in terms of martial talent, the geniuses of Holy City were indeed incomparable to ordinary people.    

    

"You old bastard, are you courting death?" The black clothed man saw that Mo Ziyang actually scolded him and was immediately enraged. He shouted: "You two, annihilate him!"    

    

"Lord Ley!" Bai Loong and Hei Hu's faces changed slightly, they were cursing in their hearts, you bastard! You're at the ninth stage of the Primeval Chaos Battle Saint Stage, why didn't you help?    

    

The two of us only have Primeval Chaos Battle Saint Stage and are not this old man's match. If we could beat him, we would have already attacked before.    

    

Especially for Bai Loong, he had been sent flying by Mo Ziyang's strike earlier, and was now completely afraid.    

    

"I told the two of you to kill him, didn't you hear?" The man in black glared at them. He had the attitude of 'if you don't act, I'll destroy you first'.    

    

His name was Lei Yun and he was a member of Nine-dragon Chamber of Commerce. Last time, he was the one who sneakily attacked Great Dragon Immortal Lord and helped Hua Family to seize Da Long and Jiang Shan.    

    

Bai Loong and Hei Hu had the urge to curse, but they still braced themselves and walked towards Mo Ziyang. If they did not go up, they would definitely die.    

    

If they had known earlier, they would have never come back. Even if they had met Lei Yun on the way, they should have pretended that they did not know anything.    

    

"If you two want to die, then come over." Mo Ziyang laughed coldly. He could see that Bai Loong and Hei Hu were afraid, but they had no choice but to attack him.    

    

This was the sorrow of the weak. In front of a true expert, so what if he used Primeval Chaos Battle Saint Stage?    

    

"If we don't go over, we'll die too!" The reason why he did not attack immediately was because he had felt a dangerous aura from Mo Ziyang's body.    

    

With Bai Loong and Hei Hu, these two cannon fodder, there was no need to use them.    

    

"Kill!"    

    

Hearing Lei Yun's words, Bai Loong and Hei Hu's bodies shivered, then they mustered their courage and roared out. The two of them looked at each other and summoned their Battle Soul to pounce towards Mo Ziyang.    

    

Mo Ziyang's expression was extremely calm. Since he was injured, it had been over twenty years since he had truly fought, and this was the first time he had fought with Primeval Chaos Battle Saint Stage in so many years.    

    

However, his heart was incomparably calm, as if these two Primeval Chaos Battle Saint Stage were merely two little grasshoppers in his eyes.    

    

Seeing that Mo Ziyang was not moving, both Bai Loong and Hei Hu revealed a trace of ruthlessness in their eyes. The Dragon Tiger Battle Soul appeared above their heads, radiating an ominous aura as the roiling soul energy waves instantly submerged Mo Ziyang.    

    

"Bai Loong, he's only so-so." Hei Hu said with a grin. He was also clear about the matter of Bai Loong being injured.    

    

"Be careful." Bai Loong's expression turned serious.    

    

"Huff!"    

    

Suddenly, a muffled sound could be heard as a white sword energy shot straight into the clouds. It was incomparably fast, directly piercing through the sea of soul power.    

    

"Hei Hu, be careful!" Bai Loong shouted, his palm quickly turned to the direction of the incoming sword beam.    

    

However, the sword beam was too fast, in a blink of an eye it had penetrated Hei Hu's chest, causing blood to spurt out, as his entire body was split into two, forming a rain of blood.    

    

One sword, Hei Hu was dead!    

    

Bai Loong was so scared that his face turned pale and he retreated quickly. He did not care about it at all, what bullshit Lei Yun was doing, scram to the side, what was more important than his own life.    

    

"You dare to flee? Aren't you afraid of exterminating the entire Nine Clan?" Lei Yun bellowed.    

    

But, Bai Loong could not even be bothered to care about him, in a blink of an eye he disappeared without a trace. If he did not run, I would have died, what did the Nine Clans being alive have to do with me?    

    

Lei Yun's expression froze in place, and his face was as cold as frost.    

    

Of the two great Primeval Chaos Battle Saint Stage, one was dying while the other was fleeing, and he still wanted to probe Mo Ziyang's bottom line.    

    

But from the beginning till the end, Mo Ziyang had only released a single strike, let alone test Mo Ziyang's bottom line.    

    

Mo Ziyang also finally let out a sigh of relief. As long as he did not use Dou Family, then everything was fine. In a direct confrontation, even if it was a 1v3, he was not afraid of the opponent.    

    

"Is it your turn now?" Mo Ziyang strolled through the forest with a white Long Sword in his hand, walking towards Lei Yun.    

    

In fact, Mo Ziyang was also very suspicious, how did Dou Tian offend the people from the Sacred City? According to logic, Dou Tian shouldn't have the qualifications to fight with the people from the Sacred City for the time being.    

    

"Old man, you're just a Primeval Chaos Battle Saint Stage, do you really think I'm afraid of you?" Lei Yun looked at Mo Ziyang coldly without the slightest fear. "Don't forget, you have another family behind you. It's easy for me to kill them."    

    

Hearing that, Mo Ziyang immediately stopped moving. It had to be said that Dou Family was his only weakness.    

    

Seeing Mo Ziyang stop, Lei Yun also laughed in satisfaction, and said: "Old man, as long as you hand Murong Xue over, I will leave immediately. How about it?"    

    

"Murong Xue?" Mo Ziyang revealed a strange expression, didn't they come for the Duotian? Why did they suddenly have another Murong Xue?