Peerless Divine Emperor

Qing Mu stepped out step by step and came to the golden drum, but he did not beat the drum directly, but looked back in a direction, where Le Hongxuan was looking at him indifferently.

"In the last battle, you were at the ninth level of the emperor, and I was at the seventh level, so I was defeated. Now I have been promoted to the eighth level. If I lose again today, it means that I am not as talented as others, and I am willing to give up the title of young master."

Qing Mu's voice was calm and without ripples, but it caused a storm in the hearts of the crowd, and there was an extremely shocked look in his eyes. This Qing Mu was so confident.

Even now, his realm is still lower than Le Hongxuan, but he said that if he loses again, he is willing to give up the title of young master. It can be seen how confident he is in his own strength. He can still defeat the opponent at a lower level.

How could he say such words without absolute certainty?

Le Hongxuan looked at Qing Mu, and a smile suddenly appeared on his lips. He said, "You are very confident, but many times confidence comes from misjudging the opponent's strength. Therefore, it is better not to say too much, so as not to end it in a difficult way."

"Really?" Qing Mu raised his eyebrows and did not comment.

Le Hongxuan did not say anything more. At this time, no matter how many rebuttals he said, they seemed pale and powerless. Only when he really fought could he prove whether what he said was correct.

"Brother Qing, I believe you." At this time, a hearty voice came out, and the crowd's expressions changed. Looking at the person who spoke, they saw Qin Xuan standing there quietly, looking at Qing Mu.

"Qin Xuan has not made a move yet. He has hit the silver drum nine times. I wonder how many times the golden drum can hit?" Many people thought in their hearts.

"Definitely." Qing Mu nodded to Qin Xuan, then turned to face the golden drum. The aura around him gradually became fierce, and the rules of space permeated the space around him, releasing terrifying fluctuations.

"Forbidden Sky Palm." Qing Mu uttered a voice, and waved his palm in the space. In an instant, thousands of palm shadows bloomed out, like phantoms, dazzling people.

Each palm print contained extremely terrifying spatial power. Suddenly, the space in front became heavy, as if it was imprisoned. Even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth stopped flowing, as if suppressed by a tyrannical force.

The Tianjiao stared at the void, and saw thousands of palm prints arranged around Qing Mu, seemingly real and virtual, changing in thousands of ways, as if integrated with heaven and earth. The whole space was shrouded by a confining force. Once it erupted, it would release the power of destroying the world.

"I have heard that the eight young masters are good at something. Young Master Qingpeng is good at the way of space. Today, I see that he is not in vain!" Many people whispered. Among the eight young masters, there is no weak one.

A strong spatial fluctuation spread out from Qing Mu, his palms trembled continuously, countless palm prints burst and exploded at the same time, and the space was immediately caught in a violent shock force, like thousands of huge waves rushing in the same direction at the same time, that huge force was enough to annihilate everything.

"Boom, boom..."

The golden drum vibrated violently, and the loud noises continued to come out, as if it would never stop.

After a moment, Qing Mu's breath was restrained, and the sharpness in his eyes disappeared, as if he returned to his normal state.

"Another nine sounds!" The hearts of the crowd were beating, and they felt that everything in front of them was a bit dreamy. They even wondered, are they really hitting the same drum?

Qing Mu looked at Le Hongxuan and said, "This is just the beginning."

Le Hongxuan's eyes condensed, but he didn't respond. In fact, he had nothing to say. Qing Mu had already done his best, and even he couldn't do better.

"The rest of you should hurry up and stop wasting time." Shang Yang said impatiently. He was the first person to hit the drum with nine sounds, but he had to wait for others. Naturally, he was not in a good mood.

There are still three people who have not hit the drum, Qin Xuan, Peng Jing and Le Hongxuan.

Le Hongxuan is naturally needless to say, he should be the last one to hit the drum, and it is very likely to hit nine sounds. As for Qin Xuan and Peng Jing, it seems that it is Peng Jing's turn next.

"Peng Jing, are you not ready to get out?" A contemptuous voice came out, Feng Xiao folded his hands in front of his chest, looking at Peng Jing indifferently.

Before, he asked Peng Jing to take action, and Peng Jing dared to contradict him. Now he asked again with the power of nine sounds, and he was more confident. Would Peng Jing dare to refute?

"Hmph!" Peng Jing snorted coldly, stepped forward, and shot his body like a sharp arrow towards the direction of the golden drum. The aura on his body was released to the extreme. Then a six-winged purple-gold roc appeared above the sky, with wings covering the sky. Countless divine lights shot down from the wings like arrows, at an extremely fast speed, with a terrifying aura, burying everything.

Soon Peng Jing fired eight shots, and a sharp color flashed in his eyes, as if he was accumulating power to release the ninth strike. The six-winged purple-gold roc was suspended in the air, and its claws reached out to the void, condensing an extremely narrow and long purple-gold divine spear. The tip of the spear swallowed and spit out a destructive force, as if it could penetrate everything and ignore all defenses.

"Puff..." A puff sound came out, and the purple-gold divine spear came out and hit the golden light curtain fiercely. The golden light curtain shook violently, and some cracks emerged, but there was no sign of breaking.

"Not broken?" The pupils of the crowd froze slightly, and their eyes were fixed on the golden light curtain. If the light curtain did not break, it meant that the attack was not strong enough to penetrate the light curtain and hit the golden drum, so naturally the ninth sound could not be made.

Chi Hong also looked at Peng Jing, then he shook his head and said lightly: "Nine sounds, no hope."

Chi Hong's last attack penetrated the golden light curtain, but it was not enough to make the golden drum sound the ninth time. At this moment, Peng Jing's attack could not even penetrate the light curtain. It was simply wishful thinking to want to hit the ninth time.

As expected by Chi Hong, the power of the magic gun weakened rapidly and finally dissipated completely, while the golden light curtain still stood there, but with some cracks.

"I am not willing to accept this!" Peng Jing's eyes were filled with endless reluctance and anger, and his face was a little distorted. He was so proud in his heart that he never wanted to fall behind. There were already four people who had made the golden drum sound nine times. How could he lose to others?

"The genius of the six-winged purple gold Peng clan?" A teasing laugh came out, which seemed to be a bit mocking.

The person who spoke was Feng Xiao.

Peng Jing looked at Feng Xiao coldly, and said in a cold voice: "Say it again?"

"What if I say it again?" Feng Xiao seemed to disagree with Peng Jing's words, and continued: "I have said it before, take action as soon as possible, so as not to embarrass yourself later and ruin the reputation of the Tianjiao, but you think you are very strong, how do you feel now?"

"Crack!" Peng Jing's fist made a harsh sound, and the violent aura on his body seemed to rush out.

When the crowd saw this scene, they couldn't help but show a wonderful look on their faces. Are these two ancient demon clan Tianjiao going to fight now?