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Lee Tian'gang, Zhou Hantian, and Xu Yijian were pale and defeated.

In the distance, Zhou Lian Xing and Holy Lady's bodies were half shattered. Their lifeless eyes were filled with regret.

If they knew that this youth was so terrifying, they would definitely not have stayed behind to fight for the Paramount Fire, and even more so would not have looked down on and provoked him.

And at the same time that they were regretting, they could not understand why a young man who walked out of a slave force could be so terrifying.

One had to know, they were all Son-of-Saint Level Expert. Amongst all the transcendent powers in the Eastern Desolation, the strongest person of the young generation, how could he not be a youth from a subsidiary power?

What made them feel the most hopeless was that their defeat this time was simply too tragic. This meant that the disparity between them and the young man wasn't the slightest bit, but rather, a huge gap.

With the background of a mere subsidiary power, how could it be possible to cultivate such a peerless heaven's pride level expert?

Such a character would probably not be much worse than the legendary heaven's pride level experts from the Longevity Families and Immortal Confucian Orthodoxy.

Ye Hao was too lazy to guess what was on their minds. At this moment, he was staring at the Paramount Fire floating in the air. The Paramount Fire that was sealed in the light box narrowed its eyes and surprisingly did not immediately collect it.

It was not that Ye Hao did not want the Paramount Fire, but at this moment, even without Shen Jiuyou's reminder, he still felt that something was amiss, as though the temperature of the Burning Fire Cemetery was much higher than before.

The change that seemed like a frog being boiled in warm water was extremely minute. If not for Shen Jiuyou's premise that there was a trace of weird smell, Ye Hao would not have noticed it.

"What the hell is going on?"

While Ye Hao was muttering to himself, the Gray Bead in his Life Sea suddenly vibrated, causing his expression to become even more serious.

Ever since they met Sixth-Crown King, the Gray Bead had been quiet until now. Even when the Paramount Fire exploded, it did not react at all.

"Let's wait and see." Shen Jiuyou said.

Ye Hao nodded secretly. He immediately turned his gaze toward Lee Tian'gang and the other two who were staggering to their feet. His expression gradually became icy cold.

As long as one of the old monsters from the various sects outside knew about this, not only Ye Hao himself would definitely die, even the entire Great Yan Dynasty, including Ye Family, would suffer a calamity.

Ye Hao had never been a good person, but since the Son-of-Saint Level Heaven's Pride had attacked him, killing him would not be a burden.

Only the dead would not say much. This was the virtue of death.

And looking at the young man's cold gaze, the faces of Lee Tian'gang and the other two also became extremely ugly. It wasn't that they didn't want to run, it was just that their injuries were too heavy and they couldn't walk away.

"Fellow Daoist, we don't have any grudges to begin with. How about we just let this go?" Zhou Hantian said in a deep voice.

"Not bad, your skills are not as good as others. The Paramount Fire will belong to you." Lee Tian'gang also said.

"We will keep this matter a secret. We won't leak it out." Xu Yijian also took a deep breath.

The three of them were the holy sons of their respective sects, and their future was limitless. If they could, they naturally wouldn't want to die.

However, with their identities, and never having begged for mercy in such a low voice before, the three of them could definitely be called influential figures in the Eastern Desolation younger generation. These short few words could be said to be the greatest humiliation in their lives.

But shame was shame. In the face of death, everything seemed lacking.

Of course, Ye Hao's expression did not change in the slightest when he heard their words. The path of cultivation was a path where the strong preyed on the weak; this was the first lesson Shen Jiuyou had taught him.

Ye Hao believed that if he was at a disadvantage right now, these three high and mighty Saints would definitely crush him like ants and not hold back in the slightest.

"Hey, Brother Li, Brother Zhou, Brother Xu, the three of you are really fast."

However, just as Ye Hao was about to attack, a chuckle suddenly rang out from afar.

Ye Hao couldn't help but frown when he heard the voice. Lee Tian'gang and the other two were slightly startled and their expressions were full of joy.

"Haha, you three really almost beat me to it."

"Hmm, fortunately the Paramount Fire is still here. We have not missed this opportunity."

"If I miss this opportunity, I'm afraid I'll regret it for the rest of my life. Lucky."

"..."

After that soft laughter, a few other voices sounded out.

Immediately after, a total of eighteen Son-of-Saint Level Expert with extraordinary momentum appeared.

In the distance, there were even more wind sounds approaching. It was obvious that there were still many people rushing over.

From the moment the Paramount Fire exploded until now, it had probably only been less than a quarter of an hour. However, these Son-of-Saint Level Expert were originally at the center of the area, and since the strange phenomenon occurred, they were naturally like sharks smelling blood as they rushed over at the fastest speed.

This sudden turn of events made Ye Hao sigh in his heart as his expression gradually turned serious.

As for Lee Tian'gang and the other two, there was no longer any fear on their faces. They were all laughing out loud.

At that moment, there were eighteen Son-of-Saint Level Expert, and a few of them were not even weaker than them. They were all among the top in Son-of-Saint Level, and with these people, no matter how strong the young man was, he would definitely die.

They were both Holy Sons, and although there were usually fights between them, when faced with a Slave Cultivator, they were naturally on the same side, so there was no need to explain further.

"Eh, why are the three of them injured so badly?"

The eighteen holy sons all had towering horns and extraordinary auras. They were like dragons among men. At this moment, they had also noticed the abnormality and could not help but cry out in surprise.

They were very clear on the strength of Lee Tian'gang and the other two, and they were considered famous even in Son-of-Saint Level. Could it be that the three of them fought with each other, causing them to be in such a sorry state?

"Hmm? "Who is that kid?"

After sensing the injuries of Lee Tian'gang and the other two, naturally, some people noticed Ye Hao.

"That is …" Heavenly Star Pavilion's Zhou Lian Xing? "

"And Falling Cloud Palace's Falling Cloud Holy Lady! "How can he be so severely injured?"

Half of Zhou Lian's and Falling Cloud Holy Lady's body had been shattered. Their eyes, which had almost dimmed down, now erupted with a strong life force and hatred.

They knew very well that as long as these heaven's pride experts, who were similar in Son-of-Saint Level, were present, no matter how strong that Slave Cultivator was, he would not be fortunate.

Shua shua shua!

Soon after, a large number of silhouettes from the various sects arrived. They were all Heaven Chosen or Holy Children of their respective sects.

In a short moment, forty-three Son-of-Saint Level Expert had gathered. As for the various sects' heaven's pride level experts, there were almost a thousand of them.

"Son of God!"

"Son of God!"

"Holy Lady!"

"..."

At this moment, Long Wind Sect, Heaven Shaking Sect, Heavenly Sword Sect, as well as the chosen from the Heavenly Star Pavilion and Falling Cloud Palace all arrived.

Especially the people from the Heavenly Star Pavilion and the Fallen Cloud Palace, they even directly gave a large amount of spiritual medicine to Zhou Lian Xing and Holy Lady. The two of them gradually stabilized their injuries, the hatred on their faces grew even stronger, and they stared unwaveringly at Black-Cloaked Youth, who seemed to be scared stiff.0

"Son, who injured you like this?"

"Holy Lady, could it be those three?"

As they spoke, the Chosen of the Heavenly Star Pavilion and Falling Cloud Palace couldn't help but look at Lee Tian'gang and the other two.

"Hehe, Brother Li, your competition is quite intense."

One of the Son-of-Saint Level Heaven's Pride laughed lightly and spoke up, but there was not the slightest bit of surprise in his eyes. After all, the fate of the Paramount Fire was right in front of him, even if it was him, he would not hold back.

Hearing this, Lee Tian'gang shook his head playfully and said, "Brother Zhou and Lou Yun's and Holy Lady's injuries have nothing to do with us. Even our injuries aren't caused by fighting with each other."

"Oh?"

The forty-three holy sons all narrowed their eyes in surprise. As for the nearly thousand Heaven's Pride disciples, they all quieted down.

"Speaking of which, I'm ashamed. All of us have lost to one person." Lee Tian'gang looked at the young man with a gloating look on his face, "Even the Saint Son of Yin Luo, Son-of-Saint of Liehyang, Son-of-Saint Qing Hong, and the Saint Son of Black Demon have all died in his hands."

"What?!"

"The Holy Son of our sect has actually fallen?"

"Holy Son Li, who is it?"

The faces of the prodigies of the Yinluo Mansion, the Sunscorch Sect, Qing Hong Zong, and the Mysterious Demon Sect changed, and their murderous auras soared to the sky.

As for the remaining heaven's pride level experts, including the forty-three Son-of-Saint Level Expert, their pupils constricted and surprise emerged onto their faces.

They were very clear on the strength of Lee Tian'gang and the other two. They were all top rankers within the Son-of-Saint Level, not to mention Zhou Sanxing, Luo Yun, Holy Lady, and the Yin Luo Holy Son.

If what Lee Tian'gang said was true, then no less than nine of them joined hands and were defeated by a single person. Moreover, several of their holy sons had even died.

"Brother Li, who was that person?"

The expressions of the many holy sons were grave, even the Paramount Fire above them was temporarily ignored.

"Hehe, this is the person in front of us, the fellow cultivator from the Heavenly Flame Sect's servant power."

Zhou Hantian said in amusement. This group of holy sons and nearly a thousand heaven's pride level experts combined would cause even the most Celestial Phenomenon Stage monsters a headache. No matter how strong this young man was, he would not be able to survive.

"What!"

"Slave Cultivator of the Heavenly Flame Sect?"

"Your team actually lost?"

"Brother Zhou, are you sure you aren't joking?"

When everyone heard this, their expressions all changed. Countless surprised and disdainful gazes fell on Ye Hao.

"Hehe, of course, it's true. Not only is this brother's strength strong, his tone is also not small."

Zhou Hantian mocked and sneered. He looked at Ye Hao playfully and laughed sinisterly, "Brat, you just said that you killed the Son of Heaven like you killed a dog. Now … Kill another one for me to see. "

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