Excalibur

Chapter 1928 Rushing over is like sending yourself to death
After Yang Xiaotian hunted hundreds of thousands of ferocious beasts, he has jumped to the top of the list!

Moreover, his points far exceeded those of Li Chao, who was in second place, and Qianye Shengzi, who was in third place.

As for the fifth-placed Demon-Slaying Saint, there is no need to mention him.

Just like in previous competitions, Yang Xiaotian's name shone like the sun, while the names of Li Chao, Qianye Shengzi, Tu Mo Sheng and others were all overshadowed by Yang Xiaotian's light.

Li Chao, Qianye Saint, Tumo Saint and other Saint King Level 3 masters were suppressed by Yang Xiaotian. They felt so aggrieved and their faces looked so ugly.

The people outside also had strange expressions on their faces when they looked at the top of the list.

Everyone in Xingyue Pavilion looked at each other in bewilderment.

Is this what is going on?
Yang Xiaotian’s combat capability could obviously only rank in the top 70 at best, but after reaching the Seven Sacred Islands level, he actually took the first place!

This is really unreasonable.

On the first day, the Li family and the people of Qianye Holy Dynasty were still talking and laughing, but now, seeing Yang Xiaotian firmly at the top of the list, the Li family and the people of Qianye Holy Dynasty can no longer laugh.

“This is just the first level. Even if Yang Xiaotian wins first place in the Seven Sacred Islands, it doesn’t mean that he can be in the top ten.” Li Huan, the ancestor of the Li family, said in a deep voice.

"Yes, it's just hunting ferocious beasts, not a real competition. If it were a competition in the ring, our Holy Son would kill Yang Xiaotian in a matter of minutes." Liu Qing, the ancestor of the Qianye Holy Dynasty, also vowed.

“When it comes to the second round of the competition, if Yang Xiaotian meets Wu Miao from our Mist God Temple, Wu Miao will definitely crush Yang Xiaotian into a meat patty!” said an old ancestor from the Mist God Temple.

Many mainland experts also started discussing it.

"Is it true that Yang Xiaotian can take first place?" said an old ancestor of the sect.

After all, before the competition, Yang Xiaotian bet that he would win first place, and he bet 20 billion!

Previously, many people in the Li family and Qianye Holy Dynasty thought that Yang Xiaotian was obsessed with being the first.

But what about now?
An old ancestor of the empire under the command of Tianhe Sect heard the old ancestor of the sect talking about Yang Xiaotian winning the first place, and sneered: "Win the first place? Are you crazy? Do you think that a first-level Heavenly Saint can win the first place in the Seven Continents Holy War?"

The sect's old ancestor looked hesitant and wanted to argue, but he didn't know how.

Indeed, it is a pipe dream for a first-level Heavenly Saint to win first place in the Seven Continents Holy War.

The Seven Continents Holy War has been held for so many times, but no master of the Heavenly Saint Realm has ever won first place.

Forget about taking first place, even the Tenth Level Heavenly Saint had never made it into the top ten.

It is ridiculous to say that Yang Xiaotian, a first-level Heavenly Saint, can win the first place.

While everyone outside was talking, Yang Xiaotian continued to look for the two top-grade 200 million year old divine medicines on the Wood Holy Island.

While Yang Xiaotian was searching, he suddenly sensed an extremely strong power fluctuation coming from the front.

Judging from the fluctuations of power, it is obvious that two Saint King Realm masters are fighting each other.

Yang Xiaotian didn't want to pay attention to it at first and wanted to continue looking for the magic medicine, but he saw many disciples in the distance flying towards the direction of the fight in front.

"I heard that there was a fight going on up ahead between Hongmeng Academy and Wu Miao from Mist God Temple! The disciples of Hongmeng Academy were badly beaten! Many of the disciples' sacred veins were shattered, and some even had their heads chopped off!"

"I wonder if Yang Xiaotian is on the Wood Holy Island."

"Even if Yang Xiaotian is on the Wood Element Holy Island, it's useless. Rushing over there would be suicide! Wu Miao is a second-level Holy King!"

The voices of a group of disciples flying forward talking reached Yang Xiaotian's ears.

Wu Miao is the strongest disciple among all the disciples from the Mist Temple who are participating in the holy war this time. He is not only at the second level of Saint King, but also at the peak of the second level of Saint King.

Now it ranks twelfth on the list. When Yang Xiaotian heard this, his heart sank, and he immediately teleported in time and space, flying towards the direction of the fight at high speed.

When Yang Xiaotian was flying towards the direction of the fight at high speed, on the mountain outside a valley, several disciples of the Mist God Temple were attacking a dozen disciples of Hongmeng Academy.

Although Hongmeng Academy had the advantage in terms of number of disciples, they were still at a complete disadvantage.

Among these Hongmeng Academy disciples, the strongest is only at the peak of the first level of Saint King. How can he be a match for Wu Miao?

Chen Liang, the disciple at the peak of the first level of Saint King, saw the disciples of Hongmeng Academy around him falling in a pool of blood. His eyes turned bloodshot and he roared angrily. He stretched out all the saint power in his body, forming a barrier, and attacked Wu Miao frantically.

However, no matter how hard he attacked, he was always forced to fight back by Wu Miao.

After holding out for more than ten moves, Wu Miao pierced through the barrier with a sword and then threw him away.

Wu Miao looked at Chen Liang who fell to the ground in the distance, his eyes cold: "You, Yang Xiaotian, killed my Mist God Temple's Young Master, killed my Mist God Temple's many ancestors, and many disciples!"

"Today, I will kill you first, and then I will find Yang Xiaotian and let him accompany you!"

Chen Liang laughed loudly when he heard this: "Our Holy Son will destroy your Mist Temple and Tianhe Gate sooner or later!"

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Wu Miao sneered when he heard this: "Sooner or later? Don't worry, there won't be that day, because Yang Xiaotian can only live until the end of the holy war."

"Once the holy war is over, he will die!"

"Not only will he die, but all of you in Hongmeng Academy will die! Everyone related to him will die!"

"But you can't see it!"

After saying this, Wu Miao was ready to take action to completely get rid of Chen Liang.

"Brother Wu, you don't need to kill Chen Liang. Let me do it." At this time, another disciple at the peak of the first level of Saint King from the Mist God Temple spoke.

Wu Miao nodded: "Okay, cut off their heads one by one for me."

"Okay!" The Saint King of the Mist Temple's first-level peak disciple said excitedly, holding a long sword in his hand, with bloodthirsty eyes, and swung the sword.

Suddenly, sword energy was like fog, enveloping Chen Liang. It was the Mist Sword, one of the Mist Temple's divine skills.

The fog sword of the Fog Temple is extremely mysterious and hard to guard against.

Chen Liang drew his sword in shock and anger, but the mist sword's energy suddenly disappeared. When it reappeared, it was already above his head. Just as Chen Liang was about to be pierced by the mist sword's energy, suddenly, there was a loud bang between heaven and earth, and a blood-red light streaked across the sky, appearing in front of everyone in an instant.

hum!
The mysterious and hard-to-defend-against fog sword was blasted apart by the blood-red light!

Then, a blood-red light blasted towards the Saint King's first-level peak disciple of the Mist God Temple with lightning speed.

The Saint King level 1 peak disciple of the Mist God Temple didn't have time to think, he pushed his body's defense to the extreme, and ten pieces of armor flew out at the same time.

"Ten Dragon Armor!"

The Ten Dragon Armor is a famous defensive armor in the Misty Continent.

However, the defense of the Ten Dragon Armor was still useless, the blood-red light blasted directly through and then pierced through his chest!

The disciple from the Mist God Temple was thrown backwards, spurting blood from his mouth.

When it fell to the ground, everyone could see clearly that the blood-red light was actually a blood-red sword like a snake.

(End of this chapter)