Facing the long spear that was burning with raging flames, the Crimson Flame Beast that Xuan Kui was sitting on emitted raging flames all over its body. It roared towards the sky and carried Xuan Kui forward.
"Heavenly Fire Spear!"
"Spirit Snake Fire Dance!"
In the next moment, raging flames whizzed out from Xuan Kui's body. The air twisted and split open, transforming into a giant flaming snake that fused into the battle spear in his hand. Scarlet red fireworks collided with the tip of the Dark Blood Battle Spear.
Rumble!
The intense collision caused a dazzling light to blossom from the point of impact, forcefully dispersing the air within a radius of over thirty meters. It continuously washed away the surrounding dust, and the aura belonging to the Blood Refinement Realm stirred up the wind and clouds in all directions.
Shua!
After the green spear pierced into the head of the giant red snake, it did not stop the spear shadows. With a sizzling sound, it pierced through the body of the giant snake, creating a vacuum path, and pointed straight at Xuan Kui behind it.
In just a few breaths of time, the body of the giant snake was covered in dense cracks. It twisted its huge body unwillingly and rolled a few times in the air. In the end, it let out a hiss and turned back into battle qi that dissipated in the air.
Seeing Xiao Chen's spear shooting towards him, a trace of madness appeared in Xuan Kui's eyes. He suddenly roared, and the blood in his body once again rose to another level.
Roar!
Feeling the berserk in its master's heart, the Crimson Flame Beast beneath it roared towards the sky, and actually let out waves of tiger-like roars. Two scarlet stars appeared between its brows, intertwining with each other, as if they wanted to ignite the void. The vast blood energy in its body surged like a huge wave, and then streams of flame shot out from its mouth, like flaming flying knives flying out. The air was torn apart like silk, and the flaming flying knives connected the heavens and the earth, continuously colliding with the green flowing light that was flying over, attempting to intercept the green spear.
Ding ding dang dang!
The sudden torrential rain of flames continuously collided with the green spear light, attempting to stop the spear from moving forward. However, the result was not as expected. A green light once again erupted from the spear, and after a violent tremble, it broke through the torrential rain of flames and moved forward once again. The originally dense flames had also dissipated quite a bit, and had become thinner.
"Damn it!"
A mere spear, what does this Patriarch have to fear! "
Grabbing the spear that had shot back, he poured all of his blood-red Battle Aura into it. As his blood-red Battle Aura burned, the spear in his hand swept towards the azure streak of light that was three meters away.
The next moment, the blue light shattered, and the spear let out a hiss.
"Return!"
Seeing this, Xiao Chen let out a light shout, his large hand suddenly stretched out towards the air, and the retracted spear was instantly held in his hand. The battle qi around his body rumbled, and even though the spear was struck down by Xuan Kui, it did not seem to cause him any harm.
"I really can't let you live!"
Circulating his Battle Qi, he dispelled the numbness in his arm. Xuan Kui raised his eyes, and his blood-red killing intent was not concealed at all. He did not expect that with the help of his mount, he would actually be at a disadvantage in the battle just now. After decades of ups and downs, he was actually defeated by a junior. This kind of feeling was extremely torturous, and the killing intent in his heart towards Xiao Chen could not help but surge, and he even became a little flustered and exasperated.
"Brat, I've changed my mind. Not only will I kill you, I will also raze the entire Gu Yuan Tribe to the ground, completely sever the bloodline of the entire Gu Yuan Tribe, and turn the ancestral land into scorched earth. I will make all of you become lonely ghosts in the Wasteland, forever falling into the Avici Hell, never to be reincarnated!"
"Raging Flames Critical Strike!"
What answered him was only the spear in Xiao Chen's hand. With an explosive shout, Xiao Chen flipped his hand, and the spear in his hand condensed into an enormous azure spear that was several meters long. The sharp battle qi cut through the surrounding air, penetrated all the space, and shot towards Xuan Kui once again. In the blink of an eye, it had already traversed several dozen meters of space, and arrived at the center of his brows. In an instant, it was like a bolt of lightning, and was already unbelievably fast.
What!?
Facing the enormous spear that suddenly charged towards him, Xuan Kui felt that he was locked on by a supreme spiritual will, and his entire body was enveloped by a bone chilling killing intent. The invisible mighty force seemed to cause his soul to tremble, and his entire body was unable to move at all.
"It really is the Martial Dao's Slaughter Concept. Entering the Dao through slaughter, there is nothing that cannot be killed!"
Xuan Kui's eyes revealed a horrified expression, and he could not help but mutter to himself. He had originally guessed that Xiao Chen had comprehended a supreme martial will, but when he truly felt it, it was a completely different situation.
Biting the tip of his tongue, his body quivered, and he forcefully dispelled the fear formed by the Slaughter Shadow in the depths of his soul. Then, Xuan Kui roared loudly, "This Patriarch has roamed the Wasteland for dozens of years. Even if you have comprehended a supreme martial will, so what? If you want to kill this Patriarch, you are not qualified!"
While his voice was still floating in the air, Xuan Kui's figure had already instantly retreated several dozen meters. However, the enormous azure spear that was several meters long followed him like a shadow. No matter where his figure moved, the enormous azure spear was still staring at him without letting go.
Under the scouring of the blood energy of thousands of soldiers, the ground below became billowing with smoke. Although the number of soldiers in the Guyuan Tribe was only half of the two allied forces, at this moment, they had a hundred centurion level martial artists at the Great Perfection of the Bone Tempering Stage among them, and they were suppressing and killing the allied forces!
Although the value of an individual's martial strength might be somewhat restricted in a chaotic battle and could not be fully exerted, there were more than 30 centurion level martial artists in the allied forces of the Mysterious Snake and Kui Tribes, and each of them was given special attention by the centurion of the Guyuan Tribe.
Fairness and justice did not exist in a chaotic battle. When each centurion level martial artist in the allied forces of the two clans was besieged by two to three martial artists of the same level, the result could be imagined.
The chaotic battlefield had completely turned into a meat grinder. In the vast sea of people, everyone was so insignificant. Today, the Guyuan Tribe was fighting for its reputation. Today, the Guyuan Tribe needed to seek justice for the 800 years of humiliation. After the tribe's strength increased, the Guyuan Tribe needed a status that matched its own strength!
Today, they were fighting here, and every one of them was fighting to the point of madness. The grudges of their ancestors and the humiliation that their ancestors had suffered had oppressed generations of Guyuan people. Now that it was their generation, what they inherited from their ancestors was not only glory, but also responsibility!
Some things had to be done, even if they knew that they would die, they had to do it without hesitation.
The changes in the battlefield below attracted the attention of the remaining three Blood Refining Realm martial artists from the Mysterious Snake and Kui Tribes. Originally, they thought that it would be a piece of cake for the 3,000 elite soldiers of the two clans to encircle the 1,000 soldiers of the Guyuan Tribe. However, they did not expect that there would be more than 100 centurion level martial artists among the 1,000 soldiers of the Guyuan Tribe.
Seeing that almost every centurion level martial artist on their side was besieged by two to three martial artists of the same level from the Guyuan Tribe, and that a centurion was killed almost every second, they became anxious.
Centurion level martial artists were the mainstay of every low-rank tribe, and they were also the hope of the tribe in the future. If all of them died here, the consequences would be unimaginable. Unable to care about anything else, the three of them looked at each other and instantly dashed toward the battlefield in a flash!
Just as the three of them were about to land on the battlefield, several explosions exploded in their ears!
"Old man!
Your opponent is me! "