Saint Ancestor of All Demons

After using Di Xuan'er in exchange for hundreds of thousands of prisoners of war, he still had a thousand years of breathing time. Xiang Chen was not very happy. What could he do in a thousand years?

After the negotiation, Xiang Chen took his people away without saying a word, returned to his mansion, and began to retreat directly, studying the two battle formations given by Bei Minghai.

Among them, the top-quality battle formation is called the Xuanwu Tiangang Battle Formation, which is suitable for warriors at the level of the God Emperor or above. It can be composed of up to a hundred people in a group, and at least ten people in a group. The strongest can display the combat effectiveness of the quasi-sage level.

If it were in the realm of the God Emperor, it would require hundreds of warriors to form such a fighting force.

If it is the main god realm, at least ten medium main god powerhouses are needed to exert peak combat effectiveness.

The saint-level battle formation is called the Xuanwu Tianzheng Battle Formation. It can be formed by a hundred Hedao or ten quasi-sage peaks, which can bring out the fighting power of the early saint level.

Too weak, too weak in power. Facing such an offensive, we can only try our best to delay time.

A few days passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it came to the day of the Beiminghai Competition for the younger generation of geniuses in the Beiminghai.

At such a tense moment, Bei Minghai also insisted on holding such a big competition as usual.

Xiang Chen participated in the martial arts competition, which was simpler and rougher.

In Xuanwu City, the competition site was crowded with people, and the first competition to be held was the martial arts competition.

The location of this competition is the martial arts dojo in the center of Xuanwu City. It is a space dojo with a huge internal space. The outside is like the Colosseum in ancient Rome, filled with countless people and spectators.

As long as the younger generation of Bei Minghai meets the conditions, they can participate in this competition.

"Have you heard that Xiang Chen, the genius from Jiutian and the current leader of Jiutian, will also participate in this martial arts competition?"

"Are you talking about that Emperor Xiang Tian? The man who negotiated with the Wushen Dynasty a few days ago to buy us a thousand years."

"That's him. I heard he's very powerful."

"Hmph, it was also because of him that one hundred thousand of our brothers died in the first round of negotiations. This person did great harm to others. Even though he bought us a thousand years, a thousand years is not enough for us. What's the use? Just go into seclusion and it won't change anything at all."

In the audience seats, the residents of Beiminghai gathered together in a buzzing discussion.

At the seats participating in the battle, there were hundreds of young talents from Bei Minghai. Almost all of these people's cultivation levels were between the realm of the Hedao Lord God and the quasi-sage realm, and there were also a few who were in the upper realm of the Lord God.

Many of the participating Bei Minghai geniuses focused their attention on the young man dressed in white with a calm and flawless expression.

"Emperor Xiang Tian is so handsome. How can a man be so handsome?" Among the young people competing, some young women looked at Xiang Chen and their eyes lit up. One young woman had a few freckles on her face and looked chubby. Looking at Xiang Chen, he almost cried out.

Perhaps because of his Tianhu bloodline, Xiang Chen also has a natural attraction to women.

"Hmph, a man who looks so handsome looks like a woman. This guy's previous negotiations killed many of our brothers. One hundred thousand people died because of him." Some young men participating in the competition said with unabashed sarcasm.

The woman retorted: "They also bought us a thousand years of development time."

"A thousand years is useless." The young man participating in the competition was disdainful.

Xiang Chen didn't shy away from these words, and Xiang Chen didn't have any reaction on his face after hearing this. His heart felt calm and he was not surprised.

Suddenly, a tall and powerful young man participating in the competition walked up to Xiang Chen. This young man was powerful, tall and tall, with strong muscles all over his body.

"It's the God of War Xu Tianling!"

"Xu Tianling's younger brother is said to have died among those negotiating."

"Now there's something good to watch." The young people competing looked at Xiang Chen playfully.

The young man named Xu Tianling came to Xiang Chen and said coldly: "My name is Xu Tianling."

Xiang Chen glanced at the other person and said calmly: "Hello, my name is Xiang Chen."

Xu Tianling said coldly: "My brother was one of the 100,000 people who died before."

Xiang Chen raised his brows and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, but he died gloriously."

Xu Tianling said coldly: "He didn't have to die, but it is said that someone was too smart, which led to the tragic death of him and one hundred thousand other soldiers."

"I heard that you are called the Emperor of Heaven in Jiutian. I will see in a moment what qualifications you have to deserve this title. If you are not worthy, then please go back to where you came from. We don't need it in Beiminghai. Thanks to the help of you Jiutian."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and returned to his seat. Xiang Chen raised his eyebrows but didn't say much.

Xiang Chen checked Beiminghai's divine network information to check this guy's information.

The authority he can use is also very high.

Xu Tianling, Xu Youwei's nephew, Xu Youwei is his aunt, that is, his aunt. He had a younger brother, Xu Tiancheng, who did die in the previous negotiations and was one of the prisoners who were killed.

"No wonder, no wonder the senior sister was so angry and hated me. It turned out that I killed her nephew." Xiang Chen understood in his heart that one of the senior sister's nephews was indirectly killed by his suggestion.

Xiang Chen looked at the contestants. Many of them had bad intentions towards him, with hatred in their eyes.

It seems that because of the previous negotiations, he had a bad impression in Beiminghai.

In particular, the families of those prisoners of war who died tragically during the first batch of negotiations probably resented themselves even more.

However, this is human nature, and Xiang Chen did not expect such a violent reaction from the Witch God Dynasty at the time.

At this time, the host of the martial arts competition appeared. He was a highly respected saint and strong man in Beiminghai, Wu Jiang, who was also the dean of the largest martial arts academy in Beiminghai.

Wu Jiang came on the stage with a majestic look and said: "In this difficult situation in Beiminghai, we still insist on holding our martial arts competition, in order to let the lackeys of the Witch God Dynasty know about the strong and powerful martial arts in Beiminghai. A determined spirit of resistance.”

"This year's martial arts competition is different from the past. We have welcomed guests from our allies. Jiutian's most powerful talent today, Xiang Chen, and Emperor Xiang Tian are also here to participate. I hope that our people can welcome them with warm applause. His arrival!”

Wu Jiang's words caused countless eyes in the audience to focus on Xiang Chen. After a moment of silence, someone burst into sparse applause. The applause seemed a bit embarrassing.

"Xiang Chen, he was the one who killed one hundred thousand of our soldiers."

"Yes, it was his meddling in the negotiations that led to the tragic death of so many captured soldiers."

"Harmful spirit, what are you doing in our Beiminghai? We, the Beiminghai, don't need their help from Jiutian. It is said that Jiutian has been in despair for a long time."

Countless doubtful voices buzzed.