relieved.He knew.The other party's statement is just the best guess.But if we make the worst-case guess, the demon race might swarm in tomorrow.At that time.What can the human race possibly use to re...On the battle platform.

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All the disciples of the Fourteenth Peak are already here.

Just the aura emanating from him could make the air thick with tension.

The referee's box.

At this time, the heads of all peaks have already arrived.

As the master of a mountain peak, their strength naturally wouldn't be weak. They were all powerful figures at the Divine King Realm.

But existences like Ziyunluo, a God King of the Third Realm, are unique.

However.

It can also be seen from here.

When it comes to the number of Divine Kings alone, the Ziyun clan surpasses most other clans.

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This is the time.

Ziyun spoke in a solemn tone: “Since all the Holy Sons of the various peaks have arrived, let's get down to business.”

Speaking of this, he looked at Shen Changqing in the center of the battle arena.

Since the Divine Peak Holy Son is challenging the other thirteen peak holy sons, are there any restrictions If so, as the challenger, you can state them first, allowing us to judge whether they are feasible.

Hearing this.

Shen Changqing smiled faintly: "There's no need to be so troublesome. Just have the Thirteen Peaks Holy Son come up together."

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"Arrogant!"

"Presumptuous!"

"How dare a child be so arrogant!"

As soon as these words were uttered, Ziyun hadn't even had a chance to speak before the other peak disciples erupted in fury.

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Let them board together, this approach completely disregards the cultivators like themselves.

As the son of a revered peak, face is also extremely important. He had never been so disrespected by other cultivators before.

The Holy Son of Yunfeng, Ziyun Pavilion, had a cold face: “I can suppress you without the other Peak Saints having to make a move.”

On the other side.

On the judging stand, the faces of the peak masters were very ugly.

The Peak Master, with a strange air about him, said, "Tut tut, Divine Peak has indeed cultivated an extraordinary monster. To be able to fight thirteen Saint Sons single-handedly is something that hasn't happened in tens of thousands of years."

If he wins, Shenfeng will undoubtedly remain the first peak of the sacred land.

"Of course, congratulations to Master Luofeng!" the other peak master replied.

Upon hearing this.

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Ziyun's face was gloomy, and she coldly glanced at the other peak masters: "Among the fourteen peaks of the Holy Land, how could our Shenfeng not be the first peak How could our Shenfeng Saint Son not suppress the thirteen peaks' Saint Sons"

Instead of saying all that, why don't you just look at the results directly!

Although he didn't think Ziyun Sheng could win, there was absolutely no room for retreat at this moment.

Since we can't retreat, might as well fight to the end.

As for what will happen to Ziyun Shengluo after his defeat, whether he will be publicly humiliated, that is a matter for the future. At least before the results are out, we must maintain absolute composure.

However.

Ziyunluo's heart held a great deal of dissatisfaction towards Shen Changqing as well.

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The other party's rash and impulsive actions could very well turn Mount Shenfeng into a laughingstock.

He previously thought that Shen Changqing had a chance to deal with the disciples of the Thirteenth Peak, but that was only based on the situation where they fought one by one. If they all attacked at once, even a God King could be suppressed if the disciples of the Thirteenth Peak joined forces.

Such power is by no means something that any of the Peak Saint Sons could withstand.

Therefore.

In Ziyunluo's view, Shen Changqing had no chance of winning.

It wasn't just that the peak masters didn't approve, but even the disciples of the holy land surrounding the Battle Saint Platform doubted if they had heard correctly when they heard this.

"Purple Cloud Saint, have you thought it through"

Ziyun's expression wasn't good either. He had to reiterate once more: "Once a decision is made, there's no going back."

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To be honest.

He was somewhat disappointed in this Divine Peak Saint Son.

No matter how strong one's abilities are, if their actions are too ostentatious and arrogant, they will ultimately fail to make a name for themselves.

Shen Changqing's expression was calm: "Your Majesty, there is no need to say more. I have already made my decision. Let them all go together. It's too much of a waste of time."

"Good."

Ziyun nodded and then looked at the other holy sons.

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"Since he seeks his own destruction, I shall grant him his wish."

Purple Cloud sneered.

Although teaming up with other Saint Sons to deal with a single Purple Cloud Saint might seem unfair, the opponent requested it themselves, so who can blame anyone

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In his view.

Ziyun Sheng dared to fight thirteen Peak Saints with a single breath, he must absolutely have some powerful trump card.

If that's the case, it might be better to team up with other Peak Saints. That way, we can ensure absolute safety.

Anyway, no matter how strong the opponent is, they are absolutely impossible to be a match for the Saint Son of the Thirteen Peaks.

The other peaks' Saint Sons also remained silent upon hearing this.

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What belongs to the son of God cannot possibly be foolish.

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They know very well what's in their best interest.

Upon seeing this.

Purple Cloud nodded slightly: "Good, since you all have agreed, there is no problem. The next battle, you are not allowed to use any external forces, including pills, spirit soldiers, etc."

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"No problem!"

Purple Cloud nodded, then looked at Shen Changqing's eyes, filled with coldness.

He viewed not using soldiers as imposing the greatest limitations on oneself.

What makes the other party so bold to challenge the Thirteen Peaks Saint Son In his view, their greatest reliance is probably due to a certain Daoist treasure.

Unfortunately.

Ziyun Fang originally wanted to see a panicked expression on Shen Changqing's face, but the other party remained composed throughout.

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Ziyun was directly casting a seal, vast divine power acting directly on the Saint Battle Platform.

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The brilliant golden light spread out, and the battle formation of the Holy War Stage was instantly activated.

Inside the vast platform, things were generated at a speed visible to the naked eye. However, to the cultivators outside, the Battle Stage remained unchanged in size. Only a layer of pale gold, transparent light shield rose above it, separating the interior from the exterior.

Within the Coliseum.

The atmosphere instantly turned heavy, the thirteen peak disciples' icy gazes all fell on Shen Changqing, but none of them dared to make a move.

Looking at everyone.

Shen Changqing shook his head slightly: "Since you're not going to make a move, then I won't wait for you."

The moment he stopped speaking, a terrifying aura erupted from him, like a tidal wave, sweeping outwards in all directions from his very center.

"Bang!"

Under the impact of that sudden and powerful aura, the Saint Son of Shi San Feng's expression changed drastically, and his body involuntarily retreated.

However.

Before they could even be shocked, Shen Changqing had already stepped out with one foot and punched towards one of the peak disciples.

A simple punch, yet it holds ultimate power.

As the punch struck out, a terrifying gale erupted, directly tearing apart the solid space within the battle platform.

"Oh no!"

The saint’s face contorted in terror. Without hesitation, he unleashed a palm strike, condensing all his divine power into a single point. Golden, sacred light erupted, rising like an unbreakable barrier.

But unfortunately, that seemingly impenetrable barrier, when touched by the fist, shattered like paper.

The next moment.

That terrifying power acted directly on the saint.

"Boom!"

A raging force struck, the holy son only managing to let out a scream before his body exploded in an instant, flesh and blood scattering everywhere.

Moreover.

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When shattering the holy son's body, that power remained unabated, heavily impacting the formation of the Holy War Stage, causing the pale golden light shield to vibrate violently.

A deathly silence!

Whether it was the referee's stand, the outside world, or even inside the battle arena, everyone was now staring blankly at the scattered flesh and blood, as if they hadn't understood what had just happened.

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After a few breaths.

There was a gasp of astonishment.

"The son of Di Feng is dead!"

"Incredible, Ziyun Sheng's strength is actually this formidable!"

"...a kill that leaves no room for resistance..."

The expressions on the faces of the outside cultivators were all disbelief.

They had thought that the battle would be intense, and they had also imagined that the Saint Son of Shenfeng would be overwhelmed by the Saint Sons of the Thirteen Peaks. Even, they had guessed that Shen Changqing might win.

No matter how you think about it, no one would have ever imagined that Shen Changqing could instantly kill a saint son.

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Those who are capable of becoming the Saints' disciples are all the top experts among the younger generation of the Ziyun Holy Land.

Such high-level experts, even with some differences in strength, could not have a huge gap, let alone be instantly killed.

But.

The scene before them was a stark reality, telling all the cultivators that this was indeed the case.

“Boom!”

A terrifying aura erupted, and on the referee's stand, Difeng Peak Master’s eyes blazed crimson.

"Ziyun Sheng, as fellow Saint Lands' Holy Sons, you dare to be so merciless and attack Today, I will take the place of the Saint Lands to purge your traitorous lineage!"

As they were speaking.

He had already made a move, intending to take Shen Changqing down.

Almost at the same time.

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Ziyunluo also joined the fray, striking back with a palm that sent her opponent flying. Her expression remained as cold and indifferent as ever: “Master Yuanfeng, injuries are commonplace in a competition.

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It was clear to all who had eyes that I, the Divine Peak Saint Son, did not make a second move. This shows that the demise of the Earth Peak Saint Son was not what he desired.

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After all, who could have imagined that a dignified Peak Saint Son would be so weak, reduced to such a state, unable to even withstand a single punch from me, the Divine Peak Saint Son.

“Zi Yunluo, don’t be too arrogant!”

Di Feng, the peak master, had a gloomy expression on his face, but his aura still surged relentlessly.

On hearing this.

Purple Cloud Luo sneered: "What, could it be that you, Purple Cloud Yuan, also want to spar with me Well then, these past years I haven't really lived life fully, might as well have some fun with you!"

Upon hearing this, Di Fengfeng's chest heaved violently, but he did not truly fight back.

One knows best about one's own affairs.

Among the fourteen peak masters, Ziyun Luo's strength is undoubtedly the best.

Although the fourteen peaks' masters are all God Kings, only the opponent is the only Sovereign of the Universe God King. The other peak masters basically just hover between the first and second realms of the God King.

Such strength compared to Ziyunluo, there is a certain gap.

That's when.

Ziyun glanced at the two of them and said indifferently, “During the Saint Battle Platform's opening period, no one is allowed to interfere. This is the first time, and I hope it will be the last.”

Upon seeing this.

Dì Fēngfēng, the sect master, could only unwillingly sit down.

He can defy Ziyunluo, but he cannot defy Ziyunzheng, who is now the host.

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