Villain: You were the one who suggested breaking off the engagement, why are you crying now?

The sky gradually darkened.

At this moment, at an altitude of 10,000 meters in the First City, dozens of eighth-grade and three ninth-grade early and middle-stage martial arts masters were in a state of embarrassment.

In their hateful eyes, a ninth-grade great perfection master with a calm aura stood opposite them.

General of the Neon Country, Kamishiro Asakura!

This man is the most likely master of the Kamishiro family to inherit the next Martial Saint.

Neon has a Martial Saint, who also comes from the Kamishiro family.

Therefore, when the Martial Saint of the Kamishiro family dies, if nothing unexpected happens, Kamishiro Asakura will definitely be the next Martial Saint.

His combat power is extremely strong, and the origin of the Dao has even stepped out a distance of 800 meters.

Under the amplification of the origin of the Dao.

He can fight all the people in front of him alone without losing the upper hand.

Even to the end, he can kill the opponents one by one!

Shenshiro Asakura looked at Yang Zhen and others with a mocking expression, sneering: "Why, is this all your strength?"

Yang Zhen looked ugly and scolded: "Shenshiro Asakura, if you do this, aren't you afraid that my Dragon Country Martial Saint and the Ninth Grade Great Perfection strongman will come!"

"Dare to do such a thing of betraying the human race, the entire Blue Star will not tolerate you!"

"Hehe."

Shenshiro Asakura said disdainfully: "Then guess why I dare to take action?"

"Why didn't you, the Dragon Country Martial Saint and the Martial Saints of other countries come after so long?"

He dared to expose himself, so he was naturally fully prepared!

At the same time, riots broke out on the other side, entangled the human race's footsteps, and prevented them from rushing here to support, just to create time for him.

He wanted to... massacre the entire First City!

Including the Tianjiao of this generation!

As long as he killed them, his mission would be completed!

In the next period of time, he only needed to evacuate and then arrange for all the people in their country to move to the battlefield outside the domain.

Hearing this answer, Yang Zhen's heart sank suddenly.

It seems that today's fierce battle is inevitable.

If no one comes to support, all of them present will die here!

"Damn it, the people of Japan are really so unscrupulous, even after thousands of years, they still can't change their ways!"

"In the past, slaughtering the human race could be understood to grab territory, but now they dare to betray openly!"

"We should have slaughtered the people of Japan first!"

Behind Yang Zhen, the strong men of other countries cursed.

They were also angry.

Although they were plundering and killing for resources back then, facing the life and death of the race, the countries still put aside their hatred and joined forces to resist the invasion of foreign races in the battlefield outside the domain.

It was not easy to have the strength to fight against the foreign races.

As a result, this hard-won advantage was completely destroyed by Japan and Hei Fei.

Every strong man regretted it in his heart.

Why didn't they unite to kill the two martial saints of Japan and Hei Fei who became saints by trickery?

If they were killed.

They don't have a single martial saint, so even if they rebel, it won't have much impact on them.

Unlike now.

Two martial saints rebelled directly!

This is like a cramp for the human race.

Listening to the scolding of the crowd, Kamishiro Asakura's face was obviously disdainful, and he said arrogantly: "If my Neon didn't start late, would you also want to have the status you have today?"

"Since you exclude my Neon, then we will naturally join the strong."

As he said, he raised his arm.

Originally a normal human arm, under the gaze of the crowd, it swelled little by little, and finally turned into a bloody beast claw.

Kamishiro Asakura looked at his mutated arm, his eyes were intoxicated.

"A bunch of idiots, how can you understand the power of the strong."

Swish!

As soon as he finished speaking, the mutated beast claw slapped down fiercely.

In an instant.

The claw marks with monstrous blood tore through the space and attacked Yang Zhen and others.

If this terrifying claw landed on a mountain 10,000 meters high, it would probably not last even for a moment and would be chopped into pieces.

Even if dozens of them joined forces, they would not dare to resist this attack.

Their faces suddenly changed, and then they urged all their blood and destructive power to resist.

Yang Zhen and the other three ninth-grade grandmasters linked their own origins to draw the power of origin from them to increase their blood and fighting power.

"Hold on!" Yang Zhen's eyes were red and he shouted.

Facing Kamiyo Asakura's casual attack, they had to use all their strength and join forces to barely resist.

"Unbearable." Seeing this, Kamiyo Asakura sneered and chopped down with his claws again.

Puff!

This time, Yang Zhen and others could no longer resist, vomiting blood and flying backwards for several miles before they could barely stabilize their bodies.

Everyone's breath was weak.

They looked at Kamiyo Asakura in horror, and the shock in their eyes could not be concealed.

The battle of the ninth-grade martial arts master has a very large impact area.

Within a radius of several thousand meters, all space was shattered, nothingness was revealed, and the broken space healed and collapsed again.

Too strong!

This was a completely crushing battle!

A ninth-grade grandmaster could shatter space with a casual blow, summon the immortal golden body, and then use the power of the origin to strengthen it. Even a light palm was enough to blast a thousand-meter deep pit on the ground!

A palm turned a heavy city with a population of tens of millions into nothingness. This is definitely not a joke!

The power of the ninth-grade grandmaster's attack is no less than a magnitude nine earthquake!

"I've had enough fun. Now I should kill you and then go to slaughter the first city. My mission will be completed."

Kamiyo Asakura teleported to within a hundred meters of several people, with bloodthirsty eyes flashing, licking his lips, and said cruelly: "You should be grateful that my Neon has lost a group of geniuses."

Yang Zhen and others looked extremely ugly.

Everyone was unable to fight at this moment, even the ninth-grade, who was seriously injured at this moment.

Yang Zhen's eyes were filled with reluctance and deep hatred, and he said sternly: "Kamiyo Asakura, don't be complacent. You dare to kill so many of my human race's geniuses. Your Neon race will be exterminated!"

"Hahaha, exterminate your race?" Kamiyo Asakura laughed uncontrollably upon hearing this. He said arrogantly: "Then let's see who will be exterminated first!"

"But you won't be able to wait until that day comes."

"All of you die!"

After saying that, Kamiyo Asakura suddenly exploded, and the hundreds-meter-high martial arts golden body stepped on the void. The right arm of the golden body was very strange, bloody and cursed.

Kaka!

The sharp claws of the right arm pierced the void, and the strange blood broke through the space. The boundless giant claws fell towards Yang Zhen and other powerful people from various countries.

The strange blood that made countless people tremble filled the sky, almost turning into a sea of ​​blood, engulfing the space.

"It's over!"

Yang Zhen and others looked at the bloody giant claws above their heads in despair, with miserable despair in their eyes.

This time they really have to die.

Kamiyo Asakura's attack directly broke their resistance.

Seeing the despair in everyone's eyes, the madness on Kamiyo Asakura's face became even stronger.

Perfect blood food!

So many eighth-grade, and four ninth-grade, if they are all devoured, their origin path will definitely reach 999 meters!

Only one step away from the Martial Saint!

"Hahaha, all become my blood food!" Kamiyo Asakura's expression is almost crazy.

Under his excited and trembling eyes.

Suddenly.

Bang!

A blade of sword light wrapped in monstrous demonic energy cut through the space and slashed on the giant blood claw that covered the sky.

In the desperate and sluggish expressions of the crowd, the demonic blade light reflected everyone's face.

Then, a demonic voice like that from the Netherworld resounded through the sky.

"Are you a Japanese beast worthy of shouting?"