The King of The Worlds

As time passed day by day, although the prestige of the imperial palace was still spread in a small area, its reputation had quietly spread out.

At the very least, when Jia Xingtian led the Jia Ma royal family to join the Imperial Palace, most of the upper echelons of the empire were already aware of the existence of the Imperial Palace.

Doudi-level forces!

Just the word "Doudi" is enough to make many people feel awed by it and let their imagination run wild.

Things got more and more fermented, Xiao Zhan experienced the incident of the Jia Ma royal family, gained huge benefits, and after his strength improved by leaps and bounds again, he became more enthusiastic about recruiting disciples, and was always active in the territory of the Jia Ma Empire.

The people in the imperial palace became more and more lively.

Fighting king-level powerhouses are almost flocking to the legendary forces, longing for them endlessly. Hearing that they can join, they choose to move closer without any hesitation.

Half a year passed in a blink of an eye, and with the efforts of Xiao Zhan and the Jia Ma royal family who joined later, the Imperial Palace already had more than a thousand disciples.

And with the powerful background of the imperial palace, the numerous and powerful secret exercises, and the mountain of pills, the strength of the disciples under his command expanded rapidly. Just the powerhouses at the Douhuang level have already reached double digits. Dou Zong has already given birth to three people, and further up, there is a fault.

Apart from Qin Yi, Fei Peng and others, there is only Yao Chen, a Dou Sheng.

But this is enough. In the entire Jia Ma Empire, or in the northwestern region of the Dou Qi Continent, it can be regarded as the leading power.

"Brother Xiao Yan, are you about to enter the realm of Douzong?"

"It's scary, is the talent so amazing?"

"I heard that Yao Lao pointed out the location of some strange fires for him. He has been searching for them for half a year. In a short period of time, he has gathered several kinds, and his strength has rapidly expanded."

"What's even more frightening is that he also practiced the art of sword immortality, and his overall combat power is terrifying."

"After all, he is a disciple of Emperor Dou, and the elder brother of my imperial palace, it is incomparable, incomparable!"

"Hey, it's not a big deal. I heard that the palace master has given him a bloodline, and I'm afraid it will become even stronger!"

Inside the imperial palace, it is considered densely populated now, and the disciples chatted with each other. Many of them have not reached the realm of fighting kings, and naturally they cannot go down the mountain. The daily task is to practice, to practice. When people are free, they naturally talk more.

Xiao Yan is Qin Yi's apprentice, and they are all disciples of Emperor Dou, so naturally they can be regarded as their senior brothers!

"Hehe, if senior brother can make rapid progress, so can we. Jia Lao has already stepped into the realm of Dou Zong, hasn't he?"

"I heard that senior brother is preparing for the competition with Nalan Yanran!"

"I'm really looking forward to the battle three years later!"

Suddenly, this matter was mentioned again among the disciples.

"Your news is too far behind. With the strength of senior brother who is about to reach Douzong, Nalan Yanran is no longer his goal."

"In the past few days, patriarch Xiao Zhan has been urging the elder brother to go to the Misty Cloud Sect to complete the three-year bet."

"I'm really looking forward to it!"

Xiao Yan's strength was rarely shown in front of them, and everyone naturally looked forward to this fabled battle.

"It's useless to expect, our strength is still far from the fighting king,

Only the thirteen little kings of my imperial palace are qualified to watch. Although they are young, they have already reached the strength of fighting kings and can go down the mountain. "

"Speaking of which, these thirteen little kings have never seen them go down the mountain!"

"Where in this world can you cultivate as fast as Emperor Peak, and before you reach the bottleneck, are you willing to go down?"

There were chattering voices one after another. These days, the news that Xiao Yan was going to the Misty Cloud Sect was spreading among the disciples, and everyone turned their attention to this place.

In the blink of an eye, another three days passed.

On this day, when all the disciples were practicing in the practice field, a voice suddenly spread throughout the entire imperial palace.

"The thirteen little kings have come out, they are going down the mountain!"

In an instant, the entire imperial palace disciples were boiling, and even the few who had reached Douzong's strength all looked sideways.

The crowd rushed forward quickly, and at the end of their sight, they saw thirteen figures appearing one after another, some with smiles, some with indifferent expressions, and some with frowns thinking about something, without exception, everyone They are all very young.

All thirteen of them are only twenty years old, and they are the heroes of the younger generation in the imperial palace. Their strength makes the entire imperial palace's disciples admire.

Without exception, no one has any fighting power at the level of a fighting king, and most of them even exceed it!

The imperial palace is huge and under the strong background, the strong who come out will only be stronger, not weaker.

"Brother is out!"

As soon as the thirteen people appeared, a figure suddenly stepped out from the imperial palace. Everyone looked inward, and it was Xiao Yan who appeared.

At this moment, Xiao Yan was smiling, without showing the slightest aura in his body. Although he was young, he displayed an exceptional maturity and stability.

"Good morning, fellow juniors. In recent days, I have been bothering everyone to worry about it. I made a joke half a year ago to make a bet."

"Today, I really couldn't bear my father's troubles, so I decided to take a trip to the Misty Cloud Sect!"

Xiao Yan's words were very plain, like chatting about family affairs, but it made the entire imperial palace boil.

The disciples were very emotional and shouted in unison.

"I wish Senior Brother Xiao Yan a triumphant return!"

Xiao Yan also smiled when he heard this voice.

"Victory is of course a victory. In a sense, this is the first battle outside of our imperial palace."

"Speaking of which, the pressure is really quite high."

"After all, this battle is only allowed to win, not to lose!"

Having said this, Xiao Yan's face became serious.

He is the senior brother of the Imperial Palace, and when he goes out, he represents the majesty and honor of the Imperial Palace, and he must pay great attention to every move he makes.

"Brother Xiao Yan must be fine!"

On the side, Xiao Xun'er, one of the thirteen little kings, said with a smile.

"Eldest brother will have no problem, a mere Nalan Yanran can surrender with the palm of his hand."

"I will wait for thirteen people to go with the senior brother, and fight for the senior brother!"

Xiao Yan nodded with a smile, the atmosphere in the imperial palace is still very good, no matter how old or young the disciples are, they are like a family.

This has a lot to do with Elder Aizen's filtering of character before entering the gate.

The blue-ran elder with a tiny face, every time Xiao Yan saw each other, he felt like a spring breeze, but the moment he turned around, he felt as cold as falling into hell, which was weird.

"Then, I will set off, all juniors, wait for my good news!"

After finishing speaking, a simple long knife from Xiao Yan's waist suddenly came out of its sheath, and then he jumped lightly, and he was already standing on it.

Among the thirteen little kings, some had their long swords out of their sheaths behind them, some of them soared into the air, some had their wings turned into their backs, and some had their magic weapons inflated and flew into the air.

In an instant, the fourteen figures turned into flowing light and rushed towards the sky, disappearing.