Unparalleled War Emperor

"Wan Xiangfeng, why bother you to do something like this ant? Just leave him to me."

The eyes of a second-level spiritual master next to Wan Zhongshan suddenly lit up, and he immediately stood up to share the burden. This was a great opportunity to make contributions, and he naturally did not want to miss it.

This person's name is Meng Huan, and he possesses the realm of a second-level spiritual master. Although there is only a two-level gap between him and Wan Zhongshan, his status in Tianyu City is vastly different.

In Tianyu City, there is a rule, that is, after reaching the third level of spiritual master, if you do not want to leave and want to continue to stay in Shiwanqun Mountain, and make certain contributions to Tianyu City, you can become a third-level worshiper of Tianyu City. After reaching the fourth level of spiritual master, you can become a second-class worshiper of Tianyu City.

Although there is a first-class worship service above, it is not something that casual cultivators like them can do, because first-class worship requires not only the cultivation of a fifth-level spiritual master, but also the status of a disciple of the ten major sects in China.

It is precisely because of this that there is only one first-class worshiper in Tianyu City.

In other words, the status of the Ten Thousand Layers Mountain in front of Tianyu City can be said to be lower than that of one person and higher than that of ten thousand people.

Now, he has touched the threshold of the third-level spiritual master. In time, he can break through. If he can be on good terms with him at this time, then it will be settled that he will become a third-level master in the future.

At the very least, before he breaks through to the third-level spiritual master, he no longer needs to look at the faces of those third-level worshipers.

"Okay, I'll leave this person to you. I hope you won't disappoint me."

Wan Zhongshan looked at Meng Huandao with satisfaction. With his status, it would not be nice to take action against a Spirit Emperor. It would be great if someone could share the burden for him.

"Wan Chongfeng, don't worry, I will make him live and die."

Then, Meng Huan turned his attention to Yun Yi again and said with murderous intent: "Boy, you should never offend Wan Chongfeng, so I won't let you go today, Lie Flame Slash."

While speaking, Meng Huan raised his right hand, and a flash of fire emerged. In the blink of an eye, it condensed into a flaming sword on his palm, exuding an extremely powerful aura.

"kill!"

Following Meng Huan's shout, the flaming knife in his hand slashed down in the air. The blade of the knife swelled in the wind, and instantly reached Yun Yi's front.

However, he had promised Wan Zhongshan before that he would make Yun Yi's death worse than death. Naturally, he couldn't kill him with one blow. He had to torture Yun Yi well. Otherwise, how could he please Wan Zhongshan.

Therefore, he directly set his sights on Yun Yi's arm.

This was only the first step. Meng Huan's ultimate goal was to cut off all of Yun Yi's limbs one by one, shatter his meridians, destroy his Dantian, and turn him into a useless person.

"kindness?"

Just when the flaming sword was about to hit Yun Yi, Meng Huan raised his eyebrows. He found that Yun Yi was motionless, with no emotion on his face. He just stood there, letting himself The flaming sword struck at him.

"Could it be that this kid still has any means to withstand his own flames?"

Meng Huan thought to himself, but soon he rejected this idea. After all, he was a second-level spiritual master, and he was considered a master among the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

If Yun Yi was a spiritual master, it might be difficult to depose him, but he was only in the realm of the ninth level spiritual emperor, and he was like an ant in front of him, not worth mentioning at all.

In his opinion, Yun Yi must have been frightened, so he reacted like this.

Thinking of this, a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, and his hands speeded up a bit.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound, and Meng Huan's flaming sword had struck Yun Yi's body. But what Meng Huan never expected was that the moment the flaming sword touched Yun Yi, it would be absorbed directly. In the blink of an eye, Kung Fu disappears.

In other words, the blow he was determined to win not only failed to hurt Yun Yi, but the flame power in it was actually absorbed by him.

"How can it be!"

Meng Huan's eyes widened. He didn't seem to use all his strength in this attack, but he still used nearly 50% of his strength.

Such a powerful blow, even a first-level spiritual master could not withstand it. Yun Yi was able to absorb all his power and stand there intact. It was simply incredible.

"You've already taken action, so you'll have to take a stab at me."

Yun Yi's expression remained unchanged, his momentum trembled, and he imitated Meng Huan and slowly raised his arm, only to hear a loud sound, and the same flaming sword appeared on his palm.

Compared with Meng Huan's flame sword, Yun Yi's flame sword is more condensed, and the flame breath emitted from it is also more terrifying, burning the space with a sizzling sound. The difference before is self-evident.

While speaking, Yun Yi's right arm slowly fell down, and the flaming sword in his hand quickly grew to a length of a hundred feet, and in an instant it came to Meng Huan's shoulder.

This situation is so similar to before.

"It's a small trick, let me break it."

Naturally, Meng Huan couldn't let Yun Yi succeed. He was a second-level spiritual master, but his arm was cut off by a ninth-level spiritual emperor. If word spread, he would not only be embarrassed, but also want to hate Wan Zhongshan.