Confucian and Taoist scholar

Three months passed in a blink of an eye.

This day.

The voice of Emperor Jiang rang from the Emperor Mountain and spread to every place in the Holy Forest Continent.

"The auspicious time has arrived, and the battlefield of killing the saints is about to begin."

"Realm Gate, come!"

"Boom..."

The whole land trembled violently, and outside the Imperial Mountain, a huge stone door slowly rose from the ground.

This is the gate leading to the Saint-killing battlefield!

With the emergence of the Realm Gate, saints from all major powerful clans crossed the void and arrived one after another.

Not long after, saints from all races gathered in front of the realm gate, and as far as the eye could see, there were more than a thousand.

Thousands of saints from all ethnic groups gathered here, what a spectacular scene!

There are hundreds of powerful races in the entire Holy Forest Continent, and the most powerful ones are naturally the human race, the demon race and the Rakshasa race.

The human race sent more than thirty Half-Saints, most of whom looked to be in their thirties or forties. These Half-Saints were in their prime according to their age, and the power of the Holy Path was extremely abundant.

The person leading the team was none other than Du Ning.

"Look, that person is the famous Half-Saint Duning from the human race. I heard that he is the youngest half-saint in the history of the human race."

"Sure enough, a hero comes from a young age. It is said that when he was canonized, he inherited the Kunlun literary world and killed the Dharma Saint of the Rakshasa tribe, which shocked the world."

"What does this mean? Didn't Du Ning also kill the semi-saint Emperor Hao of the Imperial clan three months ago? In comparison, what does the Dharma Saint of the Rakshasa clan count?"

The saints of all races discussed without scruple, and their attitudes toward Du Ning varied. Some praised, some admired, some scorned, and some even ridiculed.

Du Ning was also looking at the major powerful clans. This time he really opened his eyes and saw different powerful clans.

There are winged humans who have a body that looks like a human but have wings on their backs.

There is a three-eyed human race with three eyes and a height of two feet.

He is an Iceman with aqua-blue skin and hair like ice silk.

There are also all kinds of strange races, which is really eye-opening.

If it were a normal day, where would you have the chance to see so many powerful half-saints?

The teams of the Rakshasa and Lingwu tribes are also very powerful, with more than fifty half-saints from the two tribes combined.

The half-saints of the demon tribe turned into human forms one after another. The leader of the group, the Dragon Saint of the East China Sea, wore a golden silk dragon robe and a dragon crown on his head. He exuded the aura of an emperor of the demon tribe and was calm and powerful.

Although the demon saints behind them have transformed into human forms, they still retain some of the characteristics of the demon clan, allowing people to know their identities as demon half-saints at a glance.

The Dragon Saint of the East China Sea looked at Du Ning, and Du Ning was also looking at the Dragon Saint of the East China Sea.

"Du Sheng, we finally meet."

The Dragon Saint of the East China Sea smiled at Du Ning and said, "In this Saint-killing battlefield, you and I can finally have a chance to compete."

"Your Majesty the Dragon Saint, Du is also looking forward to fighting with you."

Du Ning said: "But before that, I have a suggestion, that is to first kill all the half-saints of the imperial clan who have started the Saint-killing battlefield, and then we can slowly compete between you and me. What do you think?"

"I came here to kill Emperor Jiang," said the Dragon Saint of the East China Sea.

"Crazy guy!"

"presumptuous!"

Several cold shouts rang out, and the other semi-saints from the powerful clans looked at the Dragon Saint of the East China Sea with contempt and ridicule, thinking that the Dragon Saint of the East China Sea was bragging.

"Haha...what a loud tone!"

Pang Wusheng, the leader of the Lingwu clan, smiled and said: "Dragon Saint of the East China Sea, you can just say this in front of the demon clan saints alone. No one will say you are wrong, but here you are in the eyes of the saints of all clans, and in the presence of the emperor."

In front of the clan mountain, he is so arrogant and does not take Di Jiang seriously, nor is he afraid of being ridiculed by the saints of all clans."

Lou Sheng, headed by the Rakshasa tribe, said: "You can't say that. Donghai Dragon Saint has been a semi-saint for a long time. Although he is only one step away from the sub-sage, his strength cannot be underestimated. Maybe he can really kill him."

Dijiang."

"Haha... The gap between the Half-Saint and the Sub-Saint is not just a tiny bit. How can a mere Dragon Saint of the East China Sea be worthy of being Di Jiang's opponent? Ridiculous, who does he count?"

Pang Wusheng was so high-spirited, with such momentum and posture, that he simply did not take the Dragon Saint of the East China Sea seriously.

"Bold! How dare you humiliate our Dragon Saint Majesty!"

"Who do you think you are? You dare to show off your power in front of us?"

The demon clan saints scolded each other with murderous intent.

"presumptuous!"

When Saint Pang Wu saw that these semi-saints dared to talk back, he immediately became angry and pointed at their noses and said loudly: "How dare you, a mere monster clan, be so rude in front of my Lingwu clan, please keep your mouths clean for me."

The tone was high and full of commands.

The demon clan saints were about to retaliate angrily, but they saw the Dragon Saint of the East China Sea raising his hand to signal them to shut up, so they tolerated it.

Pang Wusheng was even more proud, with a bright smile on his face.

The Dragon Saint of the East China Sea glanced at Pang Wusheng and said, "They are just a group of homeless dogs. There is no need to pay attention to them."

"presumptuous!"

Many half-saints of the Lingwu clan were furious. In front of the saints of all clans, they actually called them losers. It was simply a shame.

"Dragon Saint of the East China Sea, what nonsense are you talking about!" Yu Chiheng scolded.

"You Lingwu clan don't stay well in your Lingwu Continent, but you have to go to our Holy Forest Continent to survive. If the Rakshasa clan hadn't kindly taken you in, how could you Lingwu clan have a place in the Holy Forest Continent? You are not a lost dog.

What is it?" Donghai Dragon Saint mocked.

"That's nonsense. We, the Lingwu clan, are originally the masters of the Holy Forest Continent, and we are not the bereaved dogs!" Pang Wusheng said hurriedly.

"Fuck you, who are you, the Lingwu Clan, to call yourself the Lord of the Holy Forest Continent? Where do you put our Winged Human Clan?"

A winged human race half-saint spoke and looked at Pang Wusheng with extremely unkind eyes.

"You, the Lingwu Clan, were just defeated generals of the Imperial Clan back then. Now you are living under someone else's roof, and you dare to call yourself the Lord of the Holy Forest Continent. You are really shameless." An Iceman raised his middle finger.

"You Lingwu Tribe are so forgetful. Don't you remember how your ancestors left the Holy Forest Continent? They used the holy power of martial arts to forcefully separate the Lingwu Tribe Continent and the Holy Forest Continent and fled overseas. They were all defeated.

loser."

"I still remember that the ancestors of the Lingwu tribe were beaten until they kowtowed to the Three-Eyed Human Race and begged for mercy. Our ancient books have always recorded this."

"It's really hilarious!"

The half-saints from all races burst into laughter and put together some of the information passed down by each other, and finally came to a unified conclusion.

The Lingwu tribe was defeated and fled, and they never unified the Holy Forest Continent from the beginning to the end.

"Nonsense! Nonsense! Nonsense!"

"Presumptuous! Presumptuous! Presumptuous!"

"This is impossible! Impossible!"

The Lingwu saints roared again and again, unable to accept being ridiculed by the saints. At the same time, they also felt frightened. The saints of all races spoke so unanimously. Could it be that the ancestors of the Lingwu clan really lost the battle and ran away?