Mystic God-level Emperor System

"It has no effect. His strength should be above that of the Saint."

Quasi-sage Haoran frowned slightly.

From the moment he was promoted to a saint, he had a deep understanding of the power of his authority. He was confident enough that he was not weak among the authorities of countless saints.

However, the gap in cultivation between the two sides was somewhat difficult to make up. As a result, his words and spells, which could resolve even lightning disasters, could not really have any effect on the other party.

"I'll give you a few more breaths. As long as you surrender to me, I won't kill you."

Obota smiled.

"It will be difficult for you to move here!"

Quasi-sage Haoran slowly spoke out these words.

An invisible force enveloped Obota, seeming to restrain him.

"Your cultivation will fall below that of the Holy One!"

Quasi-sage Haoran spoke again.

But the next moment, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his expression suddenly became a little sluggish.

Obota's body shook, and the power of authority that tried to restrain him suddenly disintegrated, turning into stars and disappearing into the void.

"It seems that you don't want to join the Gods anymore. Do you really think that with your newly promoted saint cultivation, you can deal with a Holy Lord like me?"

Obota said with a smile.

Holy Lord?

The god king of the gods?

Quasi-sage Haoran's eyes suddenly protruded from his face, and the look of astonishment made the Moon Worshiping Emperor and others feel chills.

"I……"

Quasi-sage Haoran almost cursed.

It's just a moon-worshipping country, so how could it be targeted by the God King of the God Clan?

He just happened to pass by this place and felt something in his heart, so he stayed here to comprehend the authority of the saint for a period of time.

Just by chance, I met the God King of the God Clan? That terrifying existence who is said to have learned from Panche, the first Holy Lord of the human race?

"What, are you surprised?"

Obota said slightly teasingly.

He liked to see this expression.

Only this expression could make him feel the pleasure of revenge.

"I am indeed a little surprised. I didn't expect that a saint-like existence would take action against these innocent humans.

Some of them are not even warriors, just ordinary mortals. "

Quasi-sage Haoran nodded slightly.

The next moment, he suddenly said loudly:

"This place is empty!"

The few saints' authority in the body surged again and spread in all directions. Every time these saints' authority came into contact with a human being, it was like an eraser, wiping away these human beings.

These human races did not die, they were just sent to another place. As for where they were, Quasi-Sage Haoran had no control over them.

"Again."

Obota smiled, shook his head, and slapped her gently.

Snapped!

Quasi-sage Haoran's head suddenly raised to the left and back, and a dark red palm print appeared on his right cheek.

The authority of the saint in his body was directly destroyed by such a slap. Only a few human beings closest to him were successfully sent away. The rest still stayed in the Kyoto of the Moon Worshiping Kingdom, watching the scene in front of them dumbfounded.

Obota didn't give Quasi-Saint Haoran time to react and slapped him again.

Snapped!

Quasi-sage Haoran flew high and landed heavily on the ground.

He smiled and stood up from the ground with difficulty. As soon as he stood up, the other party slapped him away again.

Bang bang bang bang——

Everyone watched with livid faces as Quasi-Sage Haoran was knocked to the ground again and again. This strong human race who had just given them a glimmer of hope was also so vulnerable to the enemy.

"Senior, stop humiliating the strong men of our clan."

The Moon Worshiping Emperor finally couldn't stand it anymore and said.

"What? I humiliated him, what can you do?"

A strange smile appeared on Obota's face, which made him look a little crazy. Some time ago, he just secretly stared at Su Han for a few times on the way to see if there was a chance to kill him halfway, but he was severely wounded by the Holy Lord hiding in Kunlun of the human race. If it weren't for the life-saving Dayan Magic weapon exists, he doesn't even have

Can't escape alive.

What happened that time made him scared and angry. These emotions were very complicated, and they eventually turned into resentment against the human race.

As long as it is a human race, no matter who it is, killing him can bring him the pleasure of relieving his anger.

"..."

The Moon Worshiping Emperor was frightened by Obota's violent eyes and immediately closed his mouth.

When Obota saw this, he smiled and continued to enjoy the pleasure of torturing the quasi-sage Haoran.

After fighting for an unknown amount of time, Obota finally stopped.

Quasi-sage Haoran stood up slowly, his face already swollen like a pig's head, and the remaining saint's authority on it was still causing harm to him, making it impossible for him to reduce the swelling.

"You just asked me to surrender to you, so it doesn't count."

Quasi-sage Haoran was silent for a few moments and then spoke.

"What? Have you changed your mind now?"

Obota looked at Quasi-Saint Haoran with a hint of contempt, then smiled and nodded, "Kneel down in front of me and kowtow nine times, and I will reluctantly accept you.

Becoming a God is much better than being a little saint in the human race. At least the Gods have a Holy Lord like me sitting in charge. You, the Human Race, only have a Holy Lord who doesn’t know which alien race he comes from as your backer. Who is stronger and who is weak? You should know. "

"Is this strong human being going to take refuge with him?"

"how so……"

"How spineless!"

"Alas, no matter what, this strong man also tried to save us. It would be unbearable to see him die in this person's hands."

Everyone has different expressions.

The Moon Worshiping Emperor and others were a little desperate.

Under the gaze of everyone, Quasi-Sage Haoran flew to Obota, his knees softened, and just as he was about to kneel down, he spoke the truth:

"Not moving at all!"

"Um?"

"Snapped!"

Quasi-sage Haoran stood up suddenly and slapped Obota hard on the cheek.

His authority suddenly failed, and the next moment, he was pinched by Obota's neck.

"Hehehehe... I, Kong Haoran, can you humiliate me like this? Today I slapped a Holy Lord in the face. Even death is worth it, hahahahaha..."

Kong Haoran laughed so hard that tears almost flowed out.

Moon Worshiping Emperor and others were silent.

They looked at Kong Haoran's figure with a look of deep reverence in their eyes.

Even if the opponent knows that he will die, he still slaps the enemy before dying. Such courage is difficult for ordinary people to achieve!

"very good……"

Obota slowly exerted force on his palm, squeezing Kong Haoran's neck until it creaked. The smile on his face disappeared and was replaced by calmness.

But under the calm, there must be the anger that can evaporate the sea.

"1. A cloud-piercing arrow..."

Kong Haoran grabbed Obota's palm with both hands, trying to let himself take a few more breaths.

"Thousands, thousands of armies, thousands of horses...come to meet us!"

Obota smiled and said, "You are so easy on your words, can I still bring in reinforcements for you?"

"I, I don't know either, let's try..."

Kong Haoran smiled with difficulty, but the next moment, he looked behind Obota in shock.

"Haha, you still want to play tricks on me?" Obota raised the corners of his mouth slightly.