Peerless Divine Emperor

The powerful men from all the major forces stared at the white-haired young man, and they couldn't make up their minds for a moment. This man was unfathomable. If what he said just now was true, wouldn't they be digging their own graves?

"Don't hesitate, take him down." At this time, a loud voice came from behind. The powerful men turned around and saw Jian Qi's expression was extremely cold. He said, "If we let this man go, there will be endless troubles."

The powerful men nodded slightly. Jian Qi was the sword son of the Wuxiang Sword Sect. His words could represent the will of the Wuxiang Sword Sect. Since he spoke, there was no need to consider too many consequences.

Rounds of avenue light spread out, covering the place where the white-haired young man was. The space seemed to have turned into an absolutely closed space. The people in the distance clearly felt a suffocating pressure. This was, the real killing intention!

Jian Qi, Cang Tianfang and others stared at that space. They were all the most outstanding people in one force. However, today they were defeated by one person. What a shame. If this person didn't die, they would never be able to raise their heads.

Therefore, Jian Qi risked offending a big force and ordered him to be killed.

This time, he had to die!

Qin Xuan's face was cold. He wanted to help the white-haired young man leave, but Jian Qi and others were too murderous to him. They directly sent the emperor figure and would rather break their promise to kill him on the spot.

In such a situation, he couldn't save him at all.

The heart was willing but the power was insufficient.

The strong men looked sharp, and their steps were taken at the same time, just about to attack the white-haired young man.

However, at this moment, a terrifying pressure spread from the extremely distant space and descended on this world, like the wrath of the gods. A thunderous sound spread from the sky to the bottom, shaking people's hearts.

"This is..." Countless people looked up at the same time, not knowing why.

I saw a terrifying scene above the sky. Four extremely terrifying golden divine lights penetrated the space, as if forming a space channel. The divine light radiated the world. The whole world was shrouded in golden light, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.

"What a terrifying pressure!" Everyone looked at the divine light above, and their hearts trembled fiercely.

Some weak people vomited blood directly and were knocked to the ground by the pressure. The faces of slightly stronger people were as pale as paper, and the blood in their bodies trembled uncontrollably, including the emperors.

"Holy power!" Many strong people's hearts beat, and their faces showed fear.

Such a level of pressure can only be the advent of the saint.

However, Shura Hell has already set rules. Saints are not allowed to show up at will, let alone take action. If a holy war is to break out, they must go to other battlefields.

Otherwise, people in the emperor realm have no way to survive.

Which saint of the power dared to ignore this rule?

Four figures walked out of the space channel, their breath was ethereal, their faces were cold, and their eyes were scanning the bottom. When they met their sight, many people felt frightened, as if everything was seen through by the other party, and there was no privacy at all.

Everyone looked at the four figures that appeared above, as if they were looking at gods, and they couldn't help but feel a little powerless in their hearts. This kind of world-class existence was not something they could contend with.

"It is indeed a saint!" Qin Xuan's eyes flashed with a deep meaning. The breath exuded by the four people was indeed a saint, and not an ordinary saint. The feeling he gave was even comparable to that of Brother Feng Qing.

What was the purpose of the four people of this level appearing at the same time?

At this moment, Jian Qi, Yi Ji and others were all silent. Even though they were ranked on the Sky List and were evil figures in the eyes of countless people, they had to lower their posture when facing a real saint.

Especially these four people appeared in such a high-profile manner, as if they did not take the rules of Shura Hell into consideration at all, which made them a little timid and dared not mess around.

"The Holy Son left without permission, but it's hard for us to find him!" A figure spoke indifferently, which made the crowd present look stunned. Holy Son?

Who is the Holy Son he mentioned?

Then many people seemed to think of something, their hearts trembled suddenly, and their faces were shocked. Could it be...

One by one, they turned their eyes and looked in the same direction at the same time, and finally gathered on the white-haired young man. The white-haired young man looked calm as usual, raised his head and looked at the four figures in the sky, and said lightly: "Did he ask you to come?"

"Of course, why did the Holy Son leave?" asked the strong man who spoke earlier.

"Nothing, just tired, I want to walk alone." The white-haired young man's tone was still calm, even in the face of the existence of the saint, his mood did not show any ripples.

"The Holy Son has been gone for so long, now, it's time to go back with us." The strong man spoke again, with a dignified look and a hint of strength in his tone.

As if he wanted to forcibly take the white-haired young man back, regardless of whether he agreed or not.

"Since I left on my own initiative, I will not go back easily." The white-haired young man looked at the other party and said, "Go back and tell him that I will go back when I want to."

"I am afraid I can't explain this to the master, please don't embarrass us, Saint." The strong man said in a deep voice, his expression sharper.

The crowd listened to the conversation between the two and understood something from it.

The white-haired young man seemed to be the Saint of a certain force. He left the force without permission. The four saints chased him all the way here just to take him back.

When they thought of this, their hearts fluctuated violently. A high-level emperor realm figure actually asked four saints to personally take him back. What kind of identity is this?

I am afraid that Jian Qi, Cang Tianfang and others cannot reach this level.

However, when they thought of the peerless grace shown by the white-haired young man before, they were relieved. He alone could fight against Jian Qi and other six geniuses. His status was naturally higher than them.

However, I don’t know how high he is.

“I have vowed not to kill anymore. It is useless for you to take me back. Why bother?” The white-haired young man sighed, as if he was tired of the disputes in the world.

He had already embarked on a road to death, but fate played tricks on him. The ancient Buddha actually saved him and sent him out. Now these people are rushing here again. Is this God’s will?

“No more killing?” The strong man raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he heard a big joke.

He looked at the white-haired young man and said in a deep voice: “You were born to kill. How many innocent people’s blood has been stained in your hands. Now, you want to erase everything that happened in the past by saying that you will no longer kill. Do you think this is possible, Son of God?”

The white-haired young man lowered his head and fell into silence.

Indeed, he was guilty of many sins and was a sinner of all ages. Even if he sacrificed his life, it would be difficult to pay for it.

However, the ancient Buddha said that everything in the world has cause and effect. He gave him the relic, and perhaps he still had a chance to redeem himself.

"I have made up my mind. You don't have to persuade me anymore." The white-haired young man looked at the four people again and said.

"It seems that we can only offend the Holy Son!" Another figure said in a very cold voice. They were ordered to bring the Holy Son back. How could they return empty-handed?

The white-haired young man looked at the man and said calmly: "You know my character."

With just one sentence, the other party's expression suddenly froze there, and he didn't respond.

Of course, he knew the character of this Holy Son. The killing god cultivated by the master himself, with extraordinary talent, decisive killing, and known for his ruthlessness. He was not only cruel to others, but also to himself. There was nothing he couldn't do.

If they took him back by force, he was afraid that he would really do something crazy. At that time, even if they took him back, they would be blamed by the master.

After all, the master wants a complete person.

I saw a strong man suddenly looking at the crowd below, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "If the Holy Son is unwilling to go back with us, these people will die here!"

After this, the faces of the vast crowd below all changed. If they don't go back, they will be killed. What a domineering word!

This is to threaten the white-haired young man with their lives.

In the eyes of the four people above, what are they?

Ants?

"So cruel..." Qin Xuan's heart trembled violently when he heard that sentence. Presumably, the four people came from a very terrible force, so they had the confidence to say such words. There was no need to worry about what force the people below came from. They could kill them if they wanted.

"Are you threatening me?" The white-haired young man's eyes suddenly became colder, and his momentum was not weaker than that of the four saints. This was the temperament cultivated in the fight for many years, and it had nothing to do with cultivation.

"The Holy Son is also threatening us, same here." The strong man said lightly, didn't he say that he would stop killing from now on? If they didn't go back with them, he would kill all the people below.

He wanted to see how the Holy Son would choose.

"We don't have much time. Give the Holy Son a moment to think about it. If there is no result, it will be assumed that the Holy Son will not care about their lives." The strong man spoke again, his tone was calm and light, as if he was just saying something very ordinary.

Jian Qi, Cang Tianfang, Yi Ji and others looked very ugly. They were the 72 emperors, but they were so insignificant in the eyes of others?

"Senior, are you going to break the rules of Shura Hell?" At this moment, someone finally stood up and spoke in a deep voice to the four people above. This person was a great emperor of Wuxiang Sword Sect.

"Who do you think you are? Are you qualified to question me?" The strong man looked at the emperor indifferently. With just one glance, the emperor's face turned pale, and his body seemed to be held by an invisible big hand. It became extremely difficult to breathe and felt infinitely close to death.

"Get out!"

A voice came from above, and the emperor's body was thrown thousands of meters away in the air, without any resistance.

The vast crowd saw this scene and their hearts were all in turmoil. That was a great emperor who was enough to become a hegemon in the Wuxiang Sword Domain, but he couldn't bear the other party's gaze and was thrown out directly. This was simply...

The gap between the emperor and the saint was so big that it made them despair.

The strong man looked down at the crowd below and asked calmly: "Is there anyone who is dissatisfied?"

When everyone heard this, they dared to be angry but did not dare to speak. Who can bear the thought of a saint?