Battle God Emperor

On the summit of a mountain peak outside the Lihuoxindu, a middle-aged man dressed in a white robe stood with his hands behind his back. He had a proud expression on his face as he looked down at the Lihuoxindu in the distance.    

When he fought Sikong Yu last time, if it wasn't for Tu Tianshang, Dou Tian probably would have died.    

Even though he had also awakened the Divine Dragon Bloodline, Dou Tian knew that he was far from being Sikong Yu's match. The difference of several small realms between the Third Small Stage and the Primordial War God's Third Small Stage was not something that ordinary people could cross over.    

Even if the Asura Bloodline allowed him to cross realms to fight, the Divine Dragon Bloodline could also allow him to fight. That was still equal to the battle prowess of an ordinary grandmist war god at the ninth small realm.    

Furthermore, the further one went, the greater the gap would be. Although the Asura Divine Power allowed him to gain the upper hand when fighting against cultivators of the same cultivation level, it was not enough for him to cross the gap between the ninth and peak of the Hung Meng Battle God Stage.    

Of course, there were places in Heaven Fighting that were not inferior to Sikong Yu, namely speed and soul. One must know, Heaven Fighting's soul strength was currently the same as Peak of Hung Meng Battle God Stage.    

"Martial Uncle, Zi Wuming is there too!" Bei Chenfeng suddenly pointed to the sky and shouted.    

Following the direction that Bei Chenfeng pointed, Dou Tian saw an old man dressed in a white robe. He was standing on his own in the Hall of Crimson Light, staring coldly down below and muttering some words, as if he was talking to someone, but no one knew what he was talking about.    

"This old thing, as expected, he's just a mother when he has milk. Before, Yama Mansion invited him, but now, Battle God Hall actually invites him as well." Bei Chenfeng scolded.    

Dou Tian's brows slightly twitched. He was unable to see how powerful Zi Wuming's strength was, but his attainments in Soul Mark s were generally impressive. It could be seen from his speed in breaking through space and time.    

Although Elder Bei was also an expert of Soul-carving Master, Duotian did not have too much confidence right now. After all, this Zi Wuming almost caused Elder Bei to lose his life back then.    

With Elder Bei's strength, how could ordinary people possibly harm him?    

Obviously not!    

This also reflected from the side that Zi Wuming was not simple. If they rashly rushed forward now, they would be met with great misfortune.    

Dou Tian's mind quickly spun, and muttered to himself: "Zhan Baiyang doesn't even exist in Zhan Baiyang's memories, looks like this was done secretly by Sikong Yu, why hasn't Teacher made any movements, this shouldn't be possible."    

Just as Dou Tian was deep in his thoughts, inside the bamboo garden in the Elder Bei of the outer city of Lihuoxindu.    

The Elder Bei calmly sat in the courtyard, high up in the sky. His expression was calm, but a killing intent flashed in the depths of his eyes.    

It was clear that the calmness of the Elder Bei was beyond Dou Tian's expectations. The one sitting opposite him was actually the Elder Xi.    

Countless other cultivators stood around the bamboo garden. The Fire Immortal, Sword Immortal, Nangong Yu, Lin Feng, Guan Xiaoqi, Ouyang Xiaoxiao and the others were all gathered here.    

Lin Feng, Guan Xiaoqi and the fatty had already been cured by the Elder Xi, and under the guidance of the Elder Bei, the three of them had already broken through to the Primordial War God level.    

Facing the attack of the Battle God Hall, the three were once again prepared to perish together.    

From every corner of the Lihuoxindu, the warriors of the Nanli Immortal Dynasty were also on alert, ready to fight a big battle at any time.    

Of course, not everyone was working together. There were also quite a few people who had expressions of fear on their faces as they flew outside.    

"Beichen Tiannan, you really can sit still. I am your enemy, causing your family to be ruined. Don't you want to kill me?"    

"If you don't act now, it will be too late for you to make a move now. The people of this city will all die with you."    

"It's been a few hundred years since we last met, and I thought you were already dead. Weren't you the successor of that noble family? Don't tell me you don't even have the courage to fight back? I really look down on you!"    

I'm not afraid to tell you that I also killed your son and daughter-in-law. It was a pity that your grandson was able to take back his life.    

Provoke after provocation echoed in the sky, these words were clearly from Zi Wuming, he coldly laughed at Elder Bei, and only wanted to anger him.    

Although Elder Bei maintained a calm face, his body was trembling violently. He was already at the edge of going berserk.    

Everyone else also looked at Zi Wuming in anger, their killing intent rising, but they did not do anything, all of their gazes were focused on Elder Bei, as though at that moment, Elder Bei had become everyone's backbone.    

"Did you really kill Yun Qing and his wife?" The voice of the Elder Bei was hoarse and his eyes were bloodshot. The Yun Qing he spoke of was his only son and also Bei Chenfeng's father.    

The Elder Bei's full name was Beichen Tiannan, but there were very few people in the world who knew of his real name, so Drunk Elder could be considered one of them.    

Just like Dou Tian had guessed, the Elder Bei was indeed a member of the Ancient Clan's Beichen Family, but it had always been hidden away in the Lihuoxindu, so he changed the word for Bei Chenfeng. Logically speaking, Bei Chenfeng's real name should be Bei Chen Feng.    

He had always felt that something was off about the death of Elder Bei's son, Bei Chen Qing. Even though he had been secretly investigating the situation for the past few years, he did not find any clues.    

Originally, Elder Bei had already given up on avenging his son, but who would have thought that after hearing Zi Wuming say that he had killed his son, and that his enemy was right in front of him, how could Elder Bei not be angry?    

As the saying goes, the hatred for the death of one's father is irreconcilable. The hatred for the death of one's son is also irreconcilable.    

Thinking about how his son, Bei Chen Qing, had died, Elder Bei felt like his heart had been stabbed with a knife. If he had been killed by someone, he would not be so angry, but Bei Chen Yun Qing's flesh was cut off, and he would die from the pain.    

Because of Bei Chen Yun Qing's death, Elder Bei poured all of his care and concern onto his own grandson, Bei Chenfeng. No matter how big of a mistake he made, deep in his heart, Elder Bei was also unwilling to hit him.    

"How could it be fake? I still remember the way he howled in grief when he was cut into pieces by the blade." Zi Wuming laughed out arrogantly, licking his scarlet lips, revealing a trace of an evil smile.    

Boom!    

When the Elder Bei heard him, a terrifying aura burst out from his body. The surrounding space trembled a little, with him as the center, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth started to stir violently.    

It could faintly be seen that dense cracks had actually appeared in the air. It was clear that this was something that could only be done by someone who had comprehended the might of heaven and earth or who possessed a Grade Three Heavenly Dao Level Battle Soul.    

His body trembled violently as he shattered the stone table beside him with a slap. "You evil creature, Yun Qing is your nephew, yet you killed him? Tortured him to death!? "    

Those who knew the Elder Bei well knew that the Elder Bei had a very good temper and was a very good-natured person. At least, no one had ever seen him this angry.    

Hearing this, the crowd all revealed looks of astonishment, looking at Elder Bei and Zi Wuming with astonishment. If Elder Bei's son was Zi Wuming's nephew, then wouldn't Elder Bei and Zi Wuming be brothers?    

The fists of the crowd were clenched tightly, this Zi Wuming truly deserved to be killed, he should be sliced into a thousand pieces, and even his own nephew killed, was he even human?    

"Something worse than pigs and dogs!" Suddenly, an angry voice rang out. With a flash from the bamboo garden, a stooped figure walked out.