Chapter 285

the two charged toward the golden light mass transformed by Chu Long and the others once again!

"Husband, should we kill them in one strike?"

Shen Biyao asked.

"No rush; it's not easy to encounter two Perfect Realm Wu Di experts to practice with, so let's take this opportunity to further refine this battle formation!"

"Alright!"

Practice was practice,

but they hadn't had such an opportunity for real combat!

Powerful energy fluctuations rang out in the high sky,

and the powerful divine abilities and Emperor-grade weapons of the Taixuan Wu Di and the other collided with the golden light,

erupting with one terrifying energy after another.

In the Nine Shengcheng below,

everyone looked toward the firmament in horror,

and seeing that falling corpse made their scalps go numb;

what was this?

A Wu Di had fallen!

"Heavens! A Hell Gate Wu Di has fallen!"

Someone saw the falling corpse and exclaimed loudly,

and the entire Nine Shengcheng was plunged into chaos.

Many people couldn't see the specific battle situation,

and could only see dazzling light constantly flashing in the starry sky,

like planets colliding!

Each time, it erupted with incomparably brilliant light!

"Who on earth has such powerful strength to not only counter-kill one of the three Martial Emperors besieging them but also fight the other two Martial Emperors to a standstill!"

The Wu Sheng ancestors of the Great Luo Holy Land descended after sensing the intense battle here,

looking up at the starry sky in shock.

At their realm,

they could already slightly see some of the specific situation of the battle.

Wen Buqi and Fuming were trembling;

this situation didn't seem to be developing in the direction they had expected!

If that unknown Wu Di truly had the ability to slay a Hell Gate Wu Di, what would be the ending for the two of them?

Thinking of this,

he braced himself, preparing to flee for his life;

as a Wu Sheng,

he at least had a glimmer of hope for survival!

As for Fuming,

Wen Buqi really wanted to slap him to death;

if it weren't for him coveting a Wu Di's woman, how could things have developed to this degree?

However,

just as he was about to slip away,

he felt a chill as a gaze seemed to fall from the firmament, staring at him.

That feeling was like being stared at by some supreme fierce creature, making the hair all over his body stand on end.

Wen Buqi understood

that the Wu Di had actually been staring at him the whole time.

At this moment,

he was truly in despair,

his body collapsing onto the ground.

"What's wrong with you?"

A Wu Sheng ancestor asked with a frown.

With no other choice,

Wen Buqi could only recount what had happened before.

The several Wu Sheng ancestors felt their bodies turn cold,

cold sweat dripping down!

"Very well! Fuming, you're impressive! You actually dared to reach out to a Wu Di's woman!"

"Who gave you the courage? Ah!"

An ancestor roared loudly.

"And you, Wen Buqi; it's one thing for Fuming to be short-sighted, but you actually followed him in his nonsense?"

"You actually talked about background and wanted me to have the Great Luo Holy Land pay a visit?"

"Why? Do you want me to have the Great Luo Holy Land disappear from this world?"

The several ancestors were nearly angered to the point of fainting;

they would have been praying to the gods if the Wu Di didn't trouble them,

but these two,

they had actually gone and crashed into the blade's edge!

This was courting death themselves!

"Ancestor, what do we do?"

Fuming was terrified,

his face deathly pale;

now that things had come to this,

he finally knew he had provoked someone he shouldn't have,

and even if that Wu Di died at the hands of the Hell Gate Wu Di, he feared the ancestors wouldn't easily forgive him!

"What do we do? You know fear now?"

"It's too late!"

"You two just stay here honestly and wait for the result!"

"In case... in case that Wu Di wins, you two will just have to die to apologize!"

This was the best method;

at least it could preserve their Great Luo Holy Land's hundreds of thousands of years of foundation, right?

When an Emperor is angry,

corpses litter the land for ten thousand miles;

that was definitely not just talk!