Battle God Emperor

Upon hearing these words, Sikong Cangjian spat out a few mouthfuls of blood. He was obviously angered by Luo Yuluo, and it turned out that he, who found it hard to even breathe, had nearly lost his last breath.    

However, he still mustered his courage and looked towards Dou Tian, "Dou Tian, my junior brother left. If you kill me now, you won't be able to live. My father won't let you off."    

"Looks like you're really an idiot. You're still giving money to other people even though you've been sold!" Dou Tian looked at Sikong Cangjian with disdain.    

With Duotian's eyesight, how could he not see that Luo Yuluo wanted Sikong Cangjian to die? Otherwise, as Sikong Cangjian's junior brother, how could he not save him?    

After all, Luo Yuluo was also in the Hung Meng Battle God Stage, so if the two of them were to attack together, the probability of killing him would be very high.    

"Hmph, why would my junior brother do such a thing?" Sikong Cangjian trembled, but he still gritted his teeth: If you have the guts, then kill me, I …    

Puff.    

Before he could finish his sentence, Dou Tian flicked his finger and a ray of light shot into the center of Sikong Cangjian's brows. Sikong Cangjian let out a blood-curdling scream as he collapsed onto the ground, lifeless.    

"You don't dare to kill you? You really think yourself as a spring onion! " Dou Tian coldly spat out a sentence. His peripheral vision swept over the thick fog in the distance. The depths of his eyes were filled with a thick killing intent.    

"You want to use me? Heh, I wonder who used who in the end? " After which, he raised his hand and slapped down. Soul power rippled out in all directions.    

With a boom, Dou Tian's tyrannical palm fiercely struck where Sikong Cangjian was. When the thick smoke dispersed, other than Dou Tian standing there, there was nothing else.    

Dou Tian's gaze was indifferent as it swept over the surrounding skeletons. The originally tens of thousands of skulls had all been shattered by the Heaven Fighting Kick. Now, there were only a dozen or twenty skeletons left.    

After fighting for a while, there were still eighteen skeletons. If others saw them, they would definitely not dare to underestimate them. The auras they emitted were all the Sixth Small Stage of the Primordial War God.    

Compared to the low-level skeletons, other than the difference in strength, there was a huge difference between the eighteen skeletons and the low-level skeletons.    

This was because these eighteen skeletons looked crystal clear. They didn't have any aura of death on them. Instead, they gave off an incomparably holy feeling, forming a huge contrast.    

The strange thing was, the eighteen Saint level skeletons didn't attack Duotian. Although they didn't have pupils, one could tell from their attitude that they were full of reverence for Duotian.    

"Over a thousand years have passed, and the eighteen Skeleton Knights who once dominated the world have also been reduced to this state." Dou Tian sighed. After fusing with the remnants of the previous generation's Asura Hall Hall Master, Dou Tian had long since known what these eighteen white skeletons were.    

The name "Skeleton Eighteen Cavalry" was precisely the name of these eighteen skeletons. If someone had heard the name "Skeleton Eighteen Cavalry" a thousand years ago, they would have pissed their pants in fear long ago.    

There had never been anyone alive wherever the Eighteen Skeleton Cavalry passed, and there were only mountains of corpses and seas of bones. Even the Battle God Camp of the eighteen Skeleton Cavalry was not as intimidating as them.    

The reason why the Eighteen Skeleton Soldiers were afraid of Duotian was because they had fused with the remnants of the previous generation's Asura Hall Hall Masters, and Duotian's body was tainted with the aura of the previous generation's Asura Hall Hall Masters.    

Otherwise, they would have long since charged at Dou Tian. Of course, with Dou Tian's current strength, he did not need to be afraid of them.    

After a long while, Dou Tian finally retracted his gaze from the eighteen skeleton riders. He really wanted to subdue them; after all, eighteen Hung Meng Battle God Stage s would be of great help to him in his next task.    

However, these eighteen Skeleton Knights no longer belonged to the Asura Hall anymore, at least they no longer belonged to him, Duotian.    

Taking a deep breath, Dou Tian's gaze landed on the huge tomb. More accurately, it was on the gigantic sword-shaped stone tablet.    

He lifted his foot and walked over to the sword-shaped stone monument. The eighteen Skeleton Knights came over and lined up in two rows on either side of Dou Tian.    

Dou Tian looked strangely at the eighteen skeleton riders. It was obvious that they had gained a sliver of intelligence after breaking through the Hung Meng Battle God Stage.    

"You all also want me to save your Master?" Dou Tian smiled. The eighteen skeleton riders lowered their heads. They did not dare to raise their heads in front of Dou Tian.    

Dou Tian's expression suddenly became extremely cold. He was also extremely conflicted.    

He naturally knew who the owner of the eighteen Skeleton Soldiers was, and was the left protector of the Asura Hall back then. However, it was also because of this that he started to worry.    

One must know, the previous generation's Hall Master was at the War God Realm. To be able to become the left protector of Asura Hall and the right hand man of Asura Hall Master, how could his strength be low?    

He had heard that the lifespan of a Martial Immortal was incomparably long. Even if a thousand years had passed, even if his blood energy had weakened quite a bit, it still wasn't something that he could compare with.    

With his strength, how could he be a match for the left Protector of the Asura Hall?    

Although the previous generation of Asura Hall Master had said that Left Protector would definitely not do anything that would harm him, who knew what the current Left Protector had become like?    

Dou Tian stood in front of the sword-shaped stone tablet, hesitating. He sat in front of the stone tablet and began to ponder. He had to think clearly about this question.    

It was also at this time that the battle had already started outside of Asura Secret Realm.    

Rumble rumble rumble! The terrifying loud noise was like a clap of thunder, and set off a series of invisible storms in the sky. The magma within the Magma Sea roared, and stirred up huge waves of magma that were several meters high.    

High up in the sky, an enormous hole had appeared in the air. This was a true rift in the void, and there were a few figures currently engaging in an intense battle.    

"The Son of Yanluo will not let you off!" Gui Wumen roared furiously. He and the Sun Moon Ghost Master of the Luosheng Sect were fighting against a golden bolt of lightning. It was very obvious that this was a Thunder Body of the Battle God Hall Master.    

Just one Thunder Body was already enough to firmly suppress Gui Wumen and Sun Moon Ghost Master. It was enough to see the power of the Battle God Hall Master.    

"Gui Wumen, are you still talking in your sleep? The Heavenly Emperor of Yanluo is already unable to save himself, if not, would he have still not appeared?" Sikong Yu laughed arrogantly.    

He was able to deal with the Death God Judge and the Inconstant Judge of the Yama Mansion as well as the three great ghost masters of the Yama Mansion by himself with ease and ease.    

Suddenly, Sikong Yu's laughter came out, replacing it with a cold killing intent, in his hand, appeared a shattered Jade Plate.    

This Jade Plate was none other than Sikong Cangjian's Life Tablet. What did the breaking of the Life Tablet mean?    

"Hidden Sword is dead?" Sikong Yu's eyes were about to crack, his mind thinking back to the fight between Sikong Cangjian and Dou Tian, the killing intent from his body became more and more terrifying.    

"Duotian, if I don't tear you into pieces and feed you to the dogs, I won't be Sikong Yu." Sikong Yu roared angrily, his aura instantly becoming several times stronger.    

His body flashed and he killed the death god judge with a single slash. This sudden scene scared Inconstant Judge and the other three ghost masters so much that their faces turned pale.    

"Everyone attack together, hurry up and kill him!" Seeing that, Inconstant Judge bellowed loudly, but the other three ghost masters did not dare to hesitate.    

However, Inconstant Judge's figure suddenly flashed, he flew far away quickly, his speed could be said to be slow, but he instantly disappeared without a trace.    

"Xue Wuchang, you f * cking …" The three great ghost masters of the Luosheng Sect were dumbfounded as they repeated the names of the eighteen ancestors of the Inconstant Judge to them a hundred times.    

If the four of them were to join hands, they might still have a chance to live. But right now, the Inconstant Judge had ran away, how could they still be a match for the berserk Sikong Yu?