Qin Shi: The killer at the beginning insists on forcing me to become emperor

The morning sky was dyed with a light orange color, and the breeze blew through, bringing with it a hint of coolness.

There are a few fluffy white clouds floating in the sky, as light as light.

The atmosphere in Zhuoling City is extremely tense and exciting. As the sun gradually rises, the city's busyness gradually increases.

Representatives of the major forces arrived one after another. They wore various costumes, showing the elegance and majesty of their respective forces.

The big stage has been set up and it stands majestically in the center of the city, looking solemn and spectacular.

A dense crowd of spectators gathered around the stage. They were looking forward to the exciting game that was about to be staged, and their eyes were full of anticipation and excitement.

Representatives of the major forces were sitting in the audience. They had solemn faces and deep eyes. They exchanged words from time to time. They were obviously full of expectations and concerns for the upcoming showdown.

The entire Zhuoling City was enveloped in a tense and exciting atmosphere, as if the entire city was boiling for this upcoming showdown.

The members of the Beast Control Sect sat calmly in the audience one by one, with a trace of expectation and determination in their eyes.

. There was a faint sense of oppression exuding from their bodies, making the surrounding atmosphere seem tense and solemn.

Their costumes are simple yet elegant, highlighting their identity and status as beast masters.

One of the elders had lightning-like eyes, as if he were a majestic leader.

The crowd in the audience gradually quieted down, their eyes focused on the stage, waiting for Ye Fan's arrival.

The whole scene was filled with a tense atmosphere, as if a fierce battle might break out at any time.

A young Martial King disciple of the Beast Control Sect looked arrogant and flew directly to the center of the stage. His eyes were sharp and arrogant as he scanned the surrounding audience.

He was wearing a gorgeous black robe, and a bright sword hung on his back, shining with a cold light.

He raised the weapon in his hand and his voice spread loudly throughout the venue: "Ye Fan! You timid and cowardly guy, come out and accept my challenge! Stop hiding, today I am going to let you experience beast control. Zong’s true strength!”

His words were full of provocation and arrogance, as if he wanted to overwhelm Ye Fan under his momentum.

He stood in the center of the stage, handsome and confident, with a sense of confidence and majesty between his brows, which made people feel a sense of awe.

As the voice of the young Martial King disciple of the Beast Control Sect echoed on the big stage, the surrounding atmosphere became tense.

The audience was talking a lot. Some people said that Ye Fan might be really scared and did not dare to show up; others thought that Ye Fan was waiting for the best time and wanted to make the other party relax their vigilance before taking action.

The tension on the stage gradually reached its peak, and Ye Fan's absence further aroused the audience's curiosity and expectations.

They were all speculating whether Ye Fan would appear, how he would appear, and how he would face the challenge of the Beast Control Sect.

However, a long time passed and there was still no sign that Ye Fan was about to appear.

This silence and uncertainty made the atmosphere at the scene increasingly tense, as if a fierce conflict could break out at any time.

Ye Fan's appearance was like a bolt of lightning across the night sky, sudden and shocking.

Wearing a black robe, he looked like a lonely star in the night. His handsome and upright face revealed an innate arrogance, and his eyes shone with a cold light.

He walked straight to the center of the stage, with a rainbow of momentum exuding from his steps, as if an unstoppable king had descended into the world.

He glanced around disdainfully, with a trace of disdain and arrogance in his eyes, as if he put everyone in a position that was not worth mentioning.

"People from the Beast Control Sect, aren't you enough? Come on, come together, let me see what you are capable of!"

Ye Fan said indifferently, his words full of disdain and contempt for the challenger.

A trace of anger flashed across the face of the Beast Control Sect disciple, and he responded without any sign of weakness: "Ye Fan, don't underestimate our Beast Control Sect! Today I will let you see the power of the Beast Control Sect!"

As his words fell, the surrounding atmosphere instantly became solemn.

The Beast Sect disciple suddenly raised his arm, and then shouted loudly, as if an unstoppable force was stirring, and the air around him seemed to be trembling.

Under his summons, a vortex-like energy emerged, and then suddenly exploded, and a huge crack wolf monster appeared on the stage out of thin air.

This crack wolf monster is huge, with a mane like a sword, a ferocious red light flashing in its eyes, and a pair of iron claws that are extremely sharp, as if it can tear apart any enemy that stands in its way. The body exudes a powerful aura of monsters, which makes people's hearts palpitate.

People who had never seen the fighting style of the Beastmaster Sect were stunned by the scene in front of them.

They were surprised by the summoning skills of the Beast Controlling Sect disciples and the terrifying power of the huge cracked wolf monster they summoned.

This fighting method is completely different from the fighting they have seen before, full of mystery and intimidation.

For a time, there were waves of exclamations and discussions in the audience, and people rushed to exchange their feelings about this battle.

Some people are curious about the mysterious power of the Beast Control Sect, while others are shocked by the huge body and terrifying aura of the Crack Wolf Monster.

This novel fighting method opened their eyes and made them look forward to the next competition even more.

Facing the provocation from the disciples of the Beast Control Sect, Ye Fan's eyes flashed with disdain.

There was a cold air between his brows, sharp as a sharp sword. Slowly pulling out the sword from his waist, the blade glowed with cold light, like a biting cold.

His movements are simple yet powerful, demonstrating his mastery as a swordsman.

Ye Fan slashed out with his sword, and the sword energy swept across like a strong wind, cutting through the air and making a sharp whistle.

Where the sword energy condensed, the air seemed to be frozen, and cracks flashed in the void. Even bystanders couldn't help but tremble in their hearts, feeling the sharp sword intent.

When the disciple of the Beast Control Sect saw this, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he did not show weakness.

He gritted his teeth and summoned his beast without fear. A huge crack wolf monster appeared next to him, with a tall body, hair like iron, and eyes flashing with fierce light.

Its roar echoed through the sky, causing people to feel fear.

The audience present was stunned. They had never seen such a fierce duel before.

Ye Fan's sword moves were extremely fierce, as violent as a violent storm, and the beast control of the disciples of the Beast Control Sect was even more impressive, showing the unique charm of the Beast Control Sect.

In less than three seconds, Ye Fan's sword surged like a flood. The disciples of the Beast Control Sect could no longer resist it and could only take a few steps back. Their faces were pale and their auras were confused.

He was secretly shocked, not expecting that Mark's strength was so powerful, far beyond his imagination.