Happy God of War

Chapter 189 Supreme Spirit Tool
For the vast majority of people.

Taking refuge in Xiao Yong'an was really forced by the situation.

They didn't think that Xiao Yong'an's strength could compete with a long-established royal family.

Whether to follow Xiao Yongan and wait for death, or turn around and seek refuge, the result is obvious.

Seeing more and more figures behind him, the shadow man nodded slowly with a happy expression on his face.

The royal family should have responded like this.

Existing like ants, how dare to contend with the legendary blood of the royal family?
The black shadow man slowly glanced around, there are still many people standing behind Xiao Yongan, their statures are upright, showing no sign of wavering.

He suddenly opened his mouth, and his words were cold: "You guys who don't know how to live or die, don't tell me it's because of the ridiculous brotherhood?"

"You know, your resistance is worthless in front of the royal family!"

The color on the shadow man's body faded slowly, revealing a middle-aged man with a classic charm, like a teacher in the Jiangnan area hundreds of years ago, dressed in a navy blue gown, with a dignified appearance.

The surging energy and blood, centered on the man, spread out in all directions.

Terrible power swept over, blowing the corners of everyone's clothes.

"Supreme expert..." Chen Anjun muttered to himself with a livid face.

The blood of the royal family actually directly sent a supreme master to end.

The hatred for Xiao Yongan can be imagined.

"Hehe, Supreme Master?" The man shook his head and said slowly, "My name is Zhao Yutai."

"You have to be clear, with the strength of this deity, he is only a servant of the Jinling royal family, and cannot be regarded as the real royal blood."

This kind of servant is different from Yuan Hao's before.

What Yuan Hao carried was just a temporary existence selected from among ordinary people to serve as a facade.

And this one is a genuine vassal of the royal family.

"In the Eight Great Royal Clans, Grandmasters walk everywhere, and there are as many Supreme Beings as dogs. It is hard for you to imagine the horror of royal blood."

The man opened his mouth slowly, refreshing the cognition of ordinary people over and over again.

"If we hadn't been on the list, the list would definitely be occupied by the royal family."

This is why the vast majority of people, whenever they mention the royal family, tremble all over and dare not say more.

The power of the royal bloodline is far more terrifying than most people imagine.

"And." Zhao Yutai raised his head and stared at Xiao Yong'an, with a cold tone in his words, "You may not know how terrifying the young people who follow you are."

"Whether my supreme strength can compete with him is still unknown."

"You said yes, Xiao Yao?"

Hearing these two words, most people were just taken aback, not knowing what Zhao Yutai was talking about.

However, some of the warriors present widened their eyes in surprise, and did not dare to breathe.

The name Xiao Yao was very popular some time ago.

It can allow a master to ascend several realms in a row, and become an existence with half a foot into the Grand Master.

Many people speculated that Xiao Yao's strength might have started as a martial sage.

However, many people never expected that the legendary Xiao Yao would be so young.

"How...how did you find out about me?" Xiao Yongan raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise.

I had thrown Wu Zhenhua, the second prince of the Jinling royal family, there in a tight trap, and beat the Jinling king hard in the face.

It's just that I deliberately didn't show my face at that time, because I didn't want King Jinling to meet me too early.

"Sometimes, people always show clues when they do things." Zhao Yutai sneered and said slowly, "Not to mention, we asked the Martial Arts League and got some information related to you."

"It was finally guessed that it is very possible that Xiao Yongan who suddenly appeared in Changhe is the same person as Xiao Yao from Suhang."

Zhao Yutai spoke slowly.

Every sentence seems to hit people's hearts directly.

At least the existence of the Martial Saint Realm can be described as a legend.

But now, he appeared in front of them alive, and looked young, subverting their three views.

"Knowing my strength, you dare to take the initiative to provoke me?" Immediately afterwards, Xiao Yong'an revealed the truth with a single sentence, "It seems that you Jinling royal family are not generally confident."

"Of course." Zhao Yutai patted his chest and stood proudly. Behind him, a long sword flew in the air.

Imperial Sword!

Everyone present gasped.

Yu Jian is vertical and horizontal, almost a fairy in ancient legends.

A top martial artist can actually cultivate to such an extent!

"Those idiots don't understand, but I think you should be able to see it." Zhao Yutai waved the long sword in his hand, his expression was cold.

Xiao Yong'an nodded: "A supreme spiritual weapon, worthy of the royal heritage."

In this world, there are warriors who can cultivate to the point where the stellar qi can be released and the wind and rain can be summoned.

Naturally, there are also weapons that match the warriors.

The weapons of the top martial artists can be roughly divided into ordinary weapons that ordinary people can easily see, master weapons, supreme spiritual weapons... and divine weapons that can rival the power of supernatural powers masters!
It's a pity that artifacts are the same as supernatural powers, usually the dragon sees the head but doesn't see the end.

Perhaps the eight royal families all have artifacts used to suppress the clan.

However, how can ordinary people know.

To be able to see a famous utensil, for ordinary people, it is already a blessing in three lives.

And the Supreme Spiritual Weapon, together with the Martial Dao Supreme, is enough to suppress the Martial Saint.

It seems that this supreme royal family is quite concerned about Xiao Yongan's threat.

"Although we respect the royal family, we still don't despise a martial artist."

Zhao Yutai spoke slowly, looking at Xiao Yongan with deep regret.

He can naturally see that Xiao Yongan is not very old, he is a genuine young man.

Stepping into the Martial Saint Realm at this age, if he is given more than ten years to sharpen, his future achievements may be extraordinary.

Maybe even the realm of supernatural powers can't restrain him.

In the history of the Eight Great Royal Families, this kind of genius who can transform into a dragon when encountering a storm is extremely rare.

However, for these geniuses, the actions of the eight royal families have always been to gather them when they can.

If they can't be taken under their command, the royal family doesn't mind killing them directly.

Otherwise, if they grow up in the future, maybe even the royal family can be overthrown.

The four surnames and the eight kings have been able to stand in the Dragon Kingdom for hundreds of years, and I have stood still in the wind and rain, largely thanks to Xiao Shenwei's light.

"Boy, if you die under the golden cloud sword of my royal family today, you will be considered lucky in your three lives!"

Zhao Yutai snapped his fingers lightly, and immediately, the Jinyun Sword exuding the luster of glass, like a golden snake, circled towards Xiao Yongan.

The sword qi criss-crossed, creating ravines on the ground.

Even martial arts masters have to restrain their hands and feet in the face of this meticulously crafted supreme spiritual weapon.

Zhao Yutai is a top sword cultivator. During the years when he was bestowed with the Jinyun Sword, he has often wiped the ass of the Jinling Royal Family.

A master of martial arts, he has indeed beheaded.

What's more, Xiao Yongan is very young.

In the eyes of most warriors, being young means inexperienced, and their combat effectiveness is a level worse than that of masters who have experienced decades of killing.

(End of this chapter)