The flying ships were extremely colossal, appearing out of nowhere from the four corners of the sky. They were like four colossal beasts that blotted out the sky.
Apart from the same size, there was nothing else in common. They were green, blue, white, and red.
The southern flying ship was completely azure, like a huge willow leaf that drifted over from the horizon.
Huge, thick poles propped up the two sides of the flying ship. The azure flags fluttered in the wind.
Every single flag had the word 'Nangong' written on it. As the flags fluttered in the wind, they seemed like they were alive. It was extremely strange.
Apart from them, the northern, eastern, and western gates each occupied a corner of the sky, pressing straight towards the guest palace!
They moved so swiftly that they were like bolts of lightning, as if they were eager to descend on the guest palace.
"Aren't the people of the four clans a little too impatient?"
Right at this moment, a ghastly voice that was like a thunderclap resounded in the horizon, and it caused the originally blazing atmosphere to instantly cool down.
Even the temperature of the air seemed to freeze at that moment.
In the next instant, an inconceivable scene suddenly appeared.
The four flying ships that were originally as swift as bolts of lightning came to a sudden halt with the cold voice.
It was as if a huge, invisible hand had forcefully stopped the four clans' flying ships!
The sight was extremely strange, like the work of a ghost or god. It was breathtaking.
"Luo Chen?!"
A voice filled with surprise and shock rang out from the Nangong clan's flying ship, immediately throwing the other three clans into an uproar.
That was not all. The two huge, surging clouds that represented the Darkstar Hall and the Fallen Star Hall also came to a sudden halt because of the sudden voice, gradually coming to a halt.
"I never thought hall master Luo would actually come in person. What a surprise."
Suddenly, a gentle voice shattered the heavy and oppressive atmosphere. Even the startling pressure vanished.
It was like the spring sun melting snow, yet it was also like the warm sun mixed with a gentle breeze. It made people feel like they were bathing in a spring breeze.
"Luo Chen greets sir Martial Saint."
The cold voice continued to ring out, but no one appeared. Four colossal flying ships occupied the four corners of the sky.
The people of the three halls were like three huge, black clouds, hovering in the sky without moving at all.
The countless figures standing in the guest palace all raised their heads at the sky sternly. Their eyes were filled with respect.
Because Fallen Dust was none other than precisely the Starfall Hall's Hall Master!
The person he was talking to was the Prime warrior saint Bai Yiyuan, whose fame had spread across the entire Starsource Continent and shook up the entire Eastern Continent.
"Since everyone is here, there's no need to fight over who's first or last. All of you, enter the Imperial City to see me."
Bai Yiyuan's voice resounded through the sky and shook the nine heavens, causing the originally tense atmosphere to instantly calm down.
In the next instant, rays of light shot out, pierced through the air, and headed straight for the Imperial City.
Each ray of light was the leader of their respective forces, representing the strongest experts of the East Continent.
As for those without prestige, they could only wait for the arrangements of the Jinling Dynasty in the Guest Palace.
Along with the departure of the leaders of the various forces, the atmosphere became heated, and it was noisy and clamorous.
There were less than three days before the opening of the Convention of Talents, and more and more young talents gathered in the Jinling Dynasty.
Ten thousand kilometers away from the Jinling Dynasty, a huge carriage shot through the air, hurrying along with lightning speed.
Suddenly, the carriage came to a halt and hovered in the air, as a tall figure had appeared out of nowhere.
"Who are you?"
Wang Jiao raised an eyebrow. He looked at the person, and a smear of sternness appeared in his eyes.
At first glance, the person seemed ordinary, without any bearing at all. However, he gave off the feeling of a towering mountain.
Standing there, he was like a towering mountain, unshakable.
"I'll give you three seconds to choose. Are you leaving or staying?"
The cold voice was emotionless. It was like the cold wind from the depths of hell, enough to make people shiver.
At the same time, Wang Yan slowly opened his eyes. He stood up and lifted the curtains.
"Master."
Waving his hand, Wang Yan took a step forward and stood in the air. His black eyes shone with cold light.
"If I've guessed correctly, you've come for me, right?"
"You're Wang Yan?"
"That's right. What can I do for you?"
"I can't say that I want to teach you anything. I just need to spare your life."
Hearing this, Wang Yan smiled and shook his head slowly. "I've heard this thousands of times, but I'm still living well."
"If you want to take my life, then cut the crap and just do it."
In an instant, the tall figure slowly raised his head, revealing a sharp face.
A pair of long and narrow eyes stared at Wang Yan, flashing with cold killing intent.
"Do you know who I am?"
"I don't want to know, and I'm not interested."
The person smiled sinisterly. Bloodthirst filled his entire face, and evil light shone in his eyes.
If there were people here who had witnessed the battle between the Prime Warrior saint and the Wuwei Taoist hundreds of years ago, they would definitely be shocked.
Because this person was none other than the Wuwei Taoist, Wei Wuwei!
"Not bad. You have character. But you have to know that although it's good to have character, sometimes it's a sharp sword that kills."
After saying this, Wei Wuwei took a step in the air and slowly walked toward Wang Yan.
His movement was extremely natural and unrestrained, as if there was an invisible ladder under his feet, allowing him to walk in the air.
"A small Martial Cultivator of the First Stage of Cuixing Realm can be so famous in the East Continent that even the Prime Warrior saint can't do anything to you. It's really unexpected."
When Wang Yan heard this, he immediately came to a sudden realization. This person who had suddenly appeared was actually sent by the Primeval Martial Saint.
It seemed that there would be a fierce battle today, and he had to go all out!
"Boy, although you'll definitely die in my hands, I don't want to take advantage of you."
"Well, I'll let you have three moves. If you can defeat me within three moves, I'll let you go today. What do you think?"
With a thought, Wang Yan's Dantian began to run crazily, his muscles tightened, and the Divine Soul in his Mud-pill Palace was ready to go. He instantly entered a fighting state.
In the next instant, Wang Yan slowly took a step forward. Then, he vanished from where he was, merging with the void.
At the same time, a thunderous roar resounded through the sky.
"Tyrannical Emperor Fist!"
In an instant, ripples that were like water ripples arose in space, and they surged without end and warped out of shape.
It was as if a behemoth was forcibly squeezing through the space barrier and descending here.
An imposing silhouette that was seventy thousand feet tall pierced through the rippling void and appeared in this space.
Although it was a phantom, the clothes on it were clearly visible. It was a golden imperial robe and a supreme crown on its head.
An overbearing, ruthless, and indifferent aura raged like a gale.
It was as if an ancient emperor had reappeared in the world, and wherever he went, all living beings would bow down!
At this moment, an arm suddenly pierced through the void in front of Wei Wuwei. A huge fist rapidly enlarged and fiercely punched at his head!
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