"King Zhenhai, long time no see!"

You Lao did not look at the bickering between King Qingtian and Martial Saint Qingfeng, but looked at the purple-robed human being on the left of King Qingtian, his eyes were very solemn.

"It doesn't take long, maybe a hundred years!"

The middle-aged man in purple robe, King Zhenhai, who had been lowering his head, finally raised his head, glanced at You Lao, and said in a very gentle voice.

After Lu Ziyu heard this later, he complained in his heart that he had only lived less than a hundred years in his two lifetimes, which was not long.

"I really didn't expect that you would come here!"

You Lao's tone was a little complicated, and his eyes were very helpless.

King Zhenhai looked at You Lao, his tone was no longer as calm as before, and he said leisurely: "You are about to die!"

"Yes, he's about to die!"

You Lao nodded and continued: "But you are about to die, and you can't let people live in peace!"

"Feel sorry!"

King Zhenhai only uttered two words.

"Is it necessary to be like this? Although the East China Sea and the South China Sea have been at odds over the years, we are all human beings, so there is no need to make things like this. Moreover, the Holy Alliance does not interfere in the internal affairs of the human race. This was the rule when the Holy Alliance was established.

Don’t you all comply?”

You Lao said, his voice getting louder and louder, until finally it was like an angry lion, almost roaring.

"I can't make the decision!"

King Zhenhai still looked the same and said in a very steady voice.

Lu Ziyu heard the conversation between the two and looked at his ancestor. He saw that You Lao was about to die. Why couldn't he feel it? He didn't see him being injured, and he didn't have the same old age as the Tianya Martial Saint before.

"Youlao has lived for almost three thousand years!"

Lu Ao understood Lu Ziyu's eyes and said through a message.

Lu Ziyu was startled and then remembered that in this world, martial saints have a lifespan limit. Even a perfect martial saint can only live for three thousand years. Depending on their cultivation and physical condition, martial saints in other realms may live for two thousand years.

It takes a few hundred years to reach the end of life, but as a Perfect Martial Saint, as long as he does not break through, he will definitely die at the age of three thousand years. It is a little different from old age and death. Their bodies will not have anything, but their gods will die.

"If you engage in internal fighting among the human race, aren't you afraid that you will die without the face to meet your ancestors?"

You Lao scanned the faces of the more than 20 martial saints opposite and shouted sternly.

As soon as these words came out, many of the martial saints on the opposite side avoided You Lao's eyes, and some even lowered their heads.

"Old man You, don't deceive people here. As long as we unify the human race and counterattack back to the mainland, we will be the heroes of the human race from now on!"

King Qingtian over there saw something was wrong and shouted to You Lao with a loud shout.

"Then why didn't you attack the mainland instead of attacking our own human race?"

Qingfeng Wusheng sarcastically said.

"Hmph, the human race has been in disarray for so many years. Only by truly uniting can it be possible to counterattack the demon race!"

King Qingtian snorted coldly and said loudly: "In ancient times, the human emperor was so powerful that he unified the human race. At that time, the human race could compete with the demon race. Now my Xia Emperor is better than the human emperor back then, and he can definitely lead our human race to counterattack back to the mainland!

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"You are a great martial saint, but you are willing to succumb to others, shameful!"

Martial Saint Qingfeng spit out the sip of wine he just drank and looked at King Qingtian with contempt.

"Hmph, there are too many people like you in the human race, so we can't unite at all. It will be more beneficial to the human race if I kill you today!"

King Qingtian looked at Qingfeng Martial Saint coldly, and a huge long knife appeared in his hand, which was emitting a scorching light.

"It's not yet certain who will be killed. If you have the ability, come and do it!"

Martial Saint Qingfeng did not show any weakness, the long sword on his waist was unsheathed directly, and he was already several miles away in a flash.

"Who is afraid of whom!"

King Qingtian turned around and chased after him with his giant sword in hand, but his speed was obviously much slower than that of Qingfeng Wusheng. He dodged twice before appearing at Qingfeng Wusheng's position.

As soon as the two people got close to each other, they started fighting each other. The energy was dissipated in all directions, the sea surged into huge waves, and the sound of explosions was endless, and others could not clearly see their situation.

Lu Ziyu looked hard at the situation of the two of them, but the two of them were getting farther and farther away. At first, he could understand a little bit, but as they moved away, the attack speed became faster and faster, and he couldn't see at all.

It's clear.

Although the waves caused by the fight between the two surged everywhere, here, the sea surface has been calm as usual without any fluctuations.

"Let's go!"

Seeing Qingfeng Wusheng and the two fighting in the distance, King Zhenhai glanced at Youlao and said something, then turned around and walked in the other direction.

Youlao didn't say anything nonsense, got up and followed them. After a while, there was an earth-shattering sound in the direction they left, and the vitality in the air began to roll violently.

The Star-Zhaining Martial Saint, who had been silent over there, glanced at an old man across from him, then walked in the other direction with his sword in hand, without saying anything.

"How come I am left with such a cold-blooded guy? His life is miserable!"

In the East China Sea camp, the old man in white who was standing next to King Zhenhai just now shook his head and smiled bitterly, said something, and finally left in the direction where the Star Reaching Martial Saint left.

Martial Saint, every step forward is a huge improvement, especially the Martial Saint is perfect, the power of his hands is even more powerful. If they take action here, then the rest of the people will not even think about taking action, like Martial Saint

People in the early stages could barely survive the aftermath, so how could they still fight? Moreover, they were arrogant and did not want to be disturbed by others, and they would not win with more than one with less.

"Do you want to find your own opponent?"

This was the first time Lu Ziyu encountered such a situation. He felt a little confused. It was very different from what he thought. Shouldn't he swarm up and kill everyone he saw and hit anyone he met?

Lu Ao also blinked. He was also confused. He had never seen this situation before, but it was not like this the last time he fought against the demon clan. He would kill the demon if he touched it, no matter who he was.

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"You two, please take a look first. This is not a street fight!"

Perhaps seeing the confusion between the two of them, the Lishui Martial Saint next to him whispered.

"Senior, it feels like a martial arts competition. Why don't you set up a ring or something and have such a big battle like this?"

Lu Ziyu said very speechlessly.

"Don't worry, it's just the beginning, everyone should be civilized, but be careful later!"

The Lishui Martial Saint seemed to be very experienced and said with a smile.

"Okay, now it's up to us. I, Marquis Yaoyang, who among you makes the decision?"

At this moment, a middle-aged man came out of the crowd opposite and spoke.

"What rules?"

Just when Lu Ziyu didn't know what it meant, Tianqiong Martial Saint stood up and said simply.

"What do you think, is it a swarm or one-on-one?"
Chapter completed!