Chapter 281

"No need, you should all make a move together!"

Just as Xing Qi stepped forward,

Chu Long's voice suddenly rang out.

"Hehe, I see you don't know the gap between Emperor levels; a mere early-stage Wu Di actually dares to be so arrogant; today I will let you see the chasm between us!"

Xing Qi sneered,

his body instantly appearing before Chu Long,

his giant palm clenching into long claws,

accompanied by brilliant divine light,

and he decisively and sharply grabbed toward Chu Long's head.

"Sigh, I already warned you; it's you yourselves who want to take turns sending your heads to me!"

Chu Long sighed,

and the next instant,

his expression suddenly became sharp;

accompanied by the sound of a dragon roar,

a phantom of a golden divine dragon appeared beside him!

With one punch,

the golden dragon roared, and the sky exploded!

Blood sprayed, falling like rain!

With just one punch,

he blew apart the arm Xing Qi had grabbed with!

"I already gave you a chance!"

Looking at the terrified Xing Qi,

Chu Long said in a deep voice: "Formation, rise!"

As the words fell,

Shen Biyao and the others immediately flew to various positions holding long swords,

and in just a brief moment,

they formed a massive formation,

surrounding the three of them, Xing Qi included, in the center.

If one looked down from above,

their positions vaguely formed the phantom of a phoenix spreading its wings and soaring!

And this,

was precisely the battle formation recorded in the 108 Styles of Dragon-Phoenix Inverting Yin/Yang,

and this battle formation could accommodate up to 108 women,

and the more people there were with higher cultivation bases,

the greater the power the battle formation could unleash!

But this scene

directly made the Batian Wu Di and Taixuan Wu Di laugh.

"What a group of cute little newborn calves who aren't afraid of tigers!"

"You actually attempt to surround and kill us with a group of Wu Sheng-level experts? Hahaha, don't you know we are Perfect Realm Martial Emperors?"

The Batian Wu Di shook his head with a laugh;

if Martial Saints could pose a threat to Martial Emperors,

then their Hell Gate would have long since slaughtered all the Martial Saints in the Mortal World!

"It seems that some people start to get carried away after breaking through to Wu Di, truly thinking that a Wu Di is invincible in the world, not knowing that Martial Emperors are also divided into several levels, and each minor realm is like a world of difference!"

The Taixuan Wu Di also snorted lightly,

not putting the Martial Saints like Shen Biyao in his eyes at all.

"We'll know the result once we try!"

The sound of a dragon roar rang out,

and the Emperor-grade weapon, the Wandering Dragon Sword, appeared in Chu Long's hand.

"Since you want to die faster, then I will grant your wish!"

The Batian Wu Di gave a low shout,

and the nine five-element energy orbs suspended behind him began to rotate rapidly,

surging aura erupted,

collapsing the surrounding void,

and suppressing the heavens and earth!