A bright light shone in the sky, and a piece of scarlet blood fell from the sky. The Holy Lord tried his best to avoid it, but in the end, he still could not avoid the mysterious long sword, and was penetrated by the long sword through his chest.

"I am not willing to accept it" roared, full of unwillingness.

Under the gaze of hundreds of strong martial arts masters, this overlord who had been all-powerful for centuries fell from the sky, blood flying, leaving only that unwilling roar echoing in the sky, and the whole world completely returned to peace.

Deadly quiet.

Witnessing the fall of the overlord of this generation, everyone's heart felt heavy. Even those who had grievances with the Holy City could not feel any happiness at this moment. There was a faint trace of sadness.

A hint of desolation.

What is the purpose of this lifetime of hard training?

Thinking back to those days, how glorious and domineering the Holy Lord was. Looking at the Eastern and Western worlds, even a talented person like the Emperor had to stay away. Now, even he has broken through the peak realm and surpassed

The boundaries of the mundane world fell here in the blink of an eye.

Even super powerful men like the Holy Lord have fallen. What will be the outcome for these people!

"It seems that our visit this time was in vain. We originally thought that there would be a fierce battle when we came to Quan City, but in the end, after seeing the excitement, we didn't even have a chance to take action." In the darkness, the two Chinese old men,

Looking at the figure falling from the sky, he slowly shook his head and sighed.

The old man in gray robe next to him stared at the fallen body of the Holy Lord with his turbid eyes. He was speechless. There was decline and desolation on that old face. He was from the same era. They were from the same era as the Holy Lord.

We had a fight with each other before. More than ten years later, when we met again, the high-spirited overlord at the time had turned into a dead body.

"Hey, a hundred years of hard work has come to nothing in the end. After a hundred years of hard work, I was finally defeated by a young man in his early twenties and even lost his own life. How ironic." The old man in gray robe said for a long time.

Then he looked back, sighed heavily, and said in a bleak voice.

While speaking, his eyes once again looked in another direction, where three young figures stood side by side.

"The fall of the Holy Lord and the Archbishop will inevitably break the balance that has existed in the Western world for hundreds of years. I'm afraid that from this moment on, the Western world will no longer have peace, and I don't know how many innocent people will lose their lives as a result." The old man with a white beard said slowly.

said the voice.

"The West is in chaos, so what does that have to do with us? As long as the East is not in chaos, that's fine. And this time, it might be an opportunity for us to revive the East." A smile finally appeared on the face of the old man in gray robe, and he looked at

The old friend next to me said with a smile.

"We in China have such an evil young man. It is a blessing rather than a curse. With him, even the old bones like us are in the coffin, and we can close our eyes with peace of mind. There are talented people in the country for generations. This time

The trip to Quancheng was not in vain." When he said this, the old man in gray robe raised his head and laughed loudly.

"Longmen has changed and is gradually withdrawing from China. Now, for China, it is the most dangerous moment. We people are old, and all the burden will probably fall on his shoulders. His ability

Although he is very strong, he is still too young and I am afraid that he will not be able to hold on." The old man with a white beard frowned slightly and said with worry.

"Perhaps, we should give him more support. At the very least, we can give him a few talented juniors so that he can quickly establish his own power." The old man in gray robe pondered for a moment and looked at

The old man with a white beard said slowly.

Upon hearing the suggestion he made, the old man with the white beard's eyes lit up, and then he nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, after all, he has just returned to China and has no foundation. If he relies solely on himself to establish a transcendent force, it will probably take many years. If we old guys can help,

He can also save a lot of time."

"Okay, that's what we have decided. After we leave Quancheng, we will take action. You will go to the northwest, and I will go to the southwest. We will work hard and we can't let those old guys watch the fun, right?"

The old man in the robe clapped his hands and said with a smile.

"Let's just leave. Anyway, with those two scary girls around him, no one can hurt him. Let's take action."

After finishing speaking, the two old men looked at each other, smiled, and then left quietly without anyone noticing.

This day is destined to be remembered by all martial arts cultivators, because on this day, two overlords who dominated the Western world fell on the land of China at the same time. In addition, the name of that young man is also destined to be remembered.

It is engraved in everyone's heart.

Maybe, some people will laugh at the emperor for being timid. When the archbishop came to help the holy saint, he was timid and ran away. Of course, there are also people who praise the emperor for his unique vision and his ability to see clearly at the critical moment.

situation, and finally avoided this disaster.

Whether it is ridicule or praise, in the final analysis, the Holy Lord is dead, the Archbishop is dead, but the Emperor has safely left Quancheng, left China, and returned to his base camp.

With the fall of the Holy Lord and the Archbishop, the Holy City and the Blood Moon Castle were greatly affected. Many strong men in the two major forces started fighting internally for the throne, and in the end, it even turned into two fights.

, countless strong men have fallen.

Of course, this turmoil that happened in the Western world was not paid attention to in the village of China at all. Without the Holy Lord and the Archbishop, these two forces are destined to decline, and they are even coveted by all forces.

Either way, it is possible to completely perish.

The bodies of the Holy Lord and the Archbishop were sent back to the Western world. No matter how much grudges there were between them in the past, dust will return to dust. Since people are dead, their corpses should not be desecrated. This is also a tribute to the powerful.

should have the respect they deserve.

When this war that attracted the attention of martial arts cultivators around the world came to an end, most of the martial arts cultivators who came to watch the battle left Quancheng on the same day and returned to their respective countries. Of course, those martial cultivators who originally belonged to China,

Many remained.

After a quiet day, Quancheng suddenly became lively. Many bigwigs from various places who had never had any friendship with Zhuang Lin came to visit one after another. Many families from surrounding Lu Province also sent their heavyweights.

Come and walk around in Fountain City.
Chapter completed!