In the main hall, there was a dead silence, and there was no sound. The disciples of the three sects all looked stunned, and their minds were greatly shocked.

"Young generation, I am the emperor!"

This sentence is not something that can be said casually. Even the best among the eight sects will never dare to speak wildly, because the consequences will be to face challenges from countless peers.

Even Wu Sheng of the Wu family, Lu Feng of the Lu family, Xie Mian of Huashan, Hengyu of Kongtong, Ye Kong of Wudang, and even Wang Tao of Kunlun did not have the confidence to be so arrogant.

And the nameless boy in front of him not only uttered arrogant words here, he even despised the Huashan Sect and Kongtong Sect. Even the head of Ziyang felt that he was going too far.

After a moment of silence, a figure suddenly walked out slowly from the Kongtong side, with a rhythm that echoed through the main hall.

"Disciple of Kongtong Sect, Shang Zhuo!"

The visitor spoke concisely and to the point, and walked slowly to the center of the main hall. His face was cold and expressionless, but he had a domineering air.

When Zhao Tianming saw this person, he frowned slightly and a trace of displeasure flashed across his face, but he didn't say anything. He was obviously wary of him, otherwise he would have struck him with a sword.

Seeing this person appear, Ning Tao raised his eyebrows and sneered: "You two are the strongest disciples of the Huashan Sect and the Kongtong Sect? It seems like that."

Hearing this, Zhao Tianming sneered and said disdainfully: "I am enough to deal with people like you. If my senior brother comes, I'm afraid you won't be able to withstand even a single blow."

Shang Zhuo, on the other hand, was very cold and arrogant, and said confidently: "I advise you to admit defeat quickly. Once I get angry, I will be afraid. If I break a few bones, I will not pay for it."

When Ning Tao heard this, he looked disgusted. The threats made by these two guys were more powerful than the other. I don't know how strong they were, but they boasted about themselves first.

"If you're done talking nonsense, come and die!"

When the two heard this, their eyes flashed with cold light, their faces gradually darkened, and an invisible aura oppressed them.

Shang Zhuo sighed helplessly and persuaded: "You really shouldn't mess with me. I'm different from those ordinary monks. My strength comes from fighting out of a pool of blood."

"The most glorious achievement was to kill six masters of the White Lotus Sect in a row, including a powerful protector."

As he spoke, he seemed plain but he was showing off, his whole body was exuding aura and blood, as if he was speaking of glory.

When everyone heard this, they were all shocked. This person actually had such strength. He was from the powerful White Lotus Sect.

When Ning Tao heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then he touched his chin and said, "You are talking about the Dharma Protector. I seem to have killed three of them before I came here. Their strength is only so-so, not as powerful as you said."

"puff!"

One Kongtong disciple couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing on the spot, which seemed very abrupt in the silent main hall.

"What he just said was that he killed three guardians before coming here, and he is not very strong. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, he said it so casually, I almost believed it."

"This guy is bragging. He doesn't even write a draft, he just opens his mouth. I'm sure his family doesn't raise cows!"

"Why?"

"Why, he must have blown him away!"

"Haha~!"

The Huashan disciples and the Kongtong disciples answered humorously, and each laughed heartily. Even the two elders were laughing at them.

The Wudang disciples' faces alternated from blue to white, and they wished they could find a crack in the ground to crawl in. They were so embarrassed that they were so ashamed.

Ziyang and Wuwang looked at each other, frowned slightly, but didn't say anything and continued to look.

Seeing everyone's ridicule and sarcasm, Ning Tao was stunned. He also thought that his words would cause such a big backlash.

When Shang Zhuo heard this, he sneered, raised his head, and said very proudly: "Originally, I didn't intend to tell you about this, but in this case, I will let you know the gap between us."

"During that mission, I could have killed two Dharma Protectors, but at the critical moment, a Dharma King rushed out. After a bloody battle, I finally escaped from him, and his name is... Baidi!"

"hiss!"

When everyone heard this, they all took a breath. Bai Di was one of the black and white evil spirits. He was strangely powerful. Shang Zhuo's ability to escape from him was enough to prove how powerful he was.

Zhao Tianming's pupils shrank when he heard this. This guy's strength has become stronger again, and he is not far away from that step.

Shang Zhuo's heart was agitated, and he immediately said boldly: "When I meet him next time, I will definitely take off his head with my own hands."

When everyone heard this, they applauded again, thinking that Shang Zhuo was an iron-blooded monk, proud and admirable.

"Ahem~!"

During a fit of dry coughing, everyone looked at Ning Tao again and found that the man looked strange and seemed to be hesitating.

He suddenly apologized and said: "Well, what, you may not have this chance, because Bai Di has been killed by me."

After the words fell, there was a sigh, and he looked at Ning Tao as if he were looking at an idiot, pretending to have no bottom line.

Many of Wudang's disciples covered their faces in shame. How could Uncle Ning be such a person!

Seeing everyone's disdain, Ning Tao was helpless. I was just telling the truth. Is it so unbelievable?

When Shang Zhuo heard this, he stopped talking. His expression was cold and his eyes were filled with evil. He had never seen such a shameless person.

But Zhao Tianming couldn't bear it for a long time. Shang Zhuo couldn't let Shang Zhuo take the limelight alone. He wanted to prove that he was not weak to others.

Almost at the same time, the two of them stepped on the soles of their feet, and their cold eyes rushed out like cannonballs, with a bone-chilling chill.

Seeing the two men rushing towards him, a cold light flashed in Ning Tao's eyes. He would use this battle today to lay the foundation for his path to the emperor!

"The Thirty-Six Forms of True Martial Arts, Tai Chi Strength!"

Ning Tao holds his hands in a virtual embrace, invisible and qualitative, slow and fast, fast and slow, and the whole body seems to have formed the momentum of Tai Chi.

When you stabbed me with a sword, you felt like you were stuck in a swamp. When you kicked me, you were pushed away, as if you were being whipped by a whip.

The two of them were shocked and angry that they were being teased like this. At the same time, they also felt that Ning Tao's strength was definitely not that of an ordinary monk.

But the two of them are at the pinnacle of Qi refining, and they are geniuses. With two against one, it would be embarrassing if they were at a disadvantage again.

Zhao Tianming's face was solemn, his spiritual power spurted out like a stream, and the green pine sword in his hand glowed brightly.

"Huashan Swordsmanship, Taiyue Sanqing Peak!"

Shang Zhun's eyes were cold, exuding an iron-blooded aura, filled with murderous intent, and blasted out with mysterious marks.

"The Secret Technique of Kongtong, the Ancient Seal of Kongtong!"

When Ning Tao saw this, his face was calm and unhurried, his golden eyes were erect, majestic and domineering, and the golden light was shining brightly.

A few words slowly came out of his mouth, "Soul... chaos!"

The two men who came to kill in anger suddenly changed their faces in shock, their minds were in chaos, and they wanted to be hit by a heavy object and temporarily lose their memory.

When Ning Tao saw this, he smiled coldly and formed a seal with his hands, as if he was one with the void and borrowed the power of a world from somewhere.
Chapter completed!