Hua Yue's father, Hua Shoucheng, the city lord of Xikang City, had been hiding in the audience to watch the battle, and watched his son have his hands cut off.

Ye Wentian felt that the mask was a little familiar, and with his accurate memory search, this mask also appeared in the crowd outside the temple last time, so to speak, Hua Shoucheng was also at the scene at that time, and witnessed the process of his youngest son turning into ashes.

Why didn't Hua Shoucheng stop it? Could it be that this father was really cold-blooded?

The shattered mask fell to the ground, shattering with a thud.

Hua Shoucheng's momentum became stronger and stronger, and the cloak was windless and automatic, and finally cracked with a snort, and the drum rolled up and flew high. The powerful coercion turned into a circle of visible ripples and spread around, and soon enveloped a quarter of the arena, and the spectators within thirty meters of Hua Shoucheng were pressed to the ground, and were flattened inch by inch at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the sound of muscle breaking and bone shattering continued to come, and finally a pop of blood shot out, turning into a puddle of unrecognizable meatloaf.

Although the old monk, Maitreya and Xiao Xinglian were hundreds of meters away from Hua Shou, they were still within the range of coercion, the old monk's eyes widened, the spiritual flame rose sixty-five inches, the nine-ring tin staff was fiercely inserted into the ground, and the six spiritual rings rose, protecting Maitreya and Xiao Xinglian in the aura of the Spirit King.

Under the coercion exuded by Hua Shoucheng, the old monk's Spirit King aura was actually compressed into a three-meter radius, almost crumbling.

What kind of momentum is this! What kind of coercion is this! How strong is the Xikang City Lord, who has not made a move for more than ten years!

On the high platform, Hua Xiong finally showed a triumphant smile, as if he was in the plan.

Dean Gan finally understood why Hua Xiong said: Even if Hua Yue loses, Ip Man Tian will definitely die. It turned out that the last killing move was actually the city lord himself!

Three sons, one dead and one disabled, blood feud is not shared!

Ye Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly, to be honest, he didn't expect Hua Shoucheng to be so strong at all! This kind of coercion, could it be a supreme powerhouse? Impossible, if it was a supreme powerhouse, how could he be partial to the small Xikang City? Even if it was to establish a sect!

The terrifying coercion fluctuated like a tidal wave on Ye Wentian's body, even with the evolved metal body, he felt that all his internal organs were about to be crushed, and the bones like King Kong actually clicked.

Hua Shoucheng was slightly shocked, shattering the clothes that covered his identity, revealing a tiger-striped bronze armor, and a long sword hanging obliquely from his waist, just looking at the buzzing scabbard, he knew that it must be a murder weapon!

"Boy, now that you see me, do you have any last words?" Hua Shoucheng's eyes lit up, and he looked down at Ye Wentian with the eyes of a dead man.

Ye Wentian smiled: "Last words, even if you are a supreme powerhouse, I will fight! It's not my style to be killed!"

"Okay!" Hua Shoucheng stroked his palms and laughed, "He is worthy of being a heroic boy, my son died unjustly, and he is only blamed for his bad luck and met you." However, the revenge of killing the son is not shared, and I, Hua Shoucheng, want to avenge my son as a father today! Since you want to resist, then just try it! See if you can escape from the hands of the dignified Spirit Emperor!"

Every time he clapped, Hua Shoucheng's momentum would rise again.

The cyan spiritual flame as thick as liquid rose from Hua Shoucheng's body for a full eighty inches! The tiger-striped bronze armor on his body was bathed in the spiritual flames, and it actually lit up little by little, letting out a sky-high tiger roar.

Yellow, blue, blue, purple, black, black, black, black, black!

A full eight spirit rings rose from under Hua Shoucheng's feet!

Eighty levels, the Eight Rings Spirit Emperor! And it is also the best beast Martial Spirit Spirit Emperor! As soon as the spirit ring appeared, the ground in the audience could no longer withstand it, and Hua Shou became the center and shattered, and then the circle exploded wildly towards the surroundings, and the broken wood and gravel shot into the sky, and the terrifying scene was like the end of the world.

The screaming lasted for thirteen seconds before it came to an abrupt end, and I don't know how many people died.

The nearly 100-meter viewing platform completely collapsed between breaths, and the collapse spread until ten centimeters in front of the old monk.

Hua Shoucheng lost his foothold but did not fall, but his feet were suspended in the air and he flew up slowly.

Spiritual power floats in the air, except for flying beast martial spirits, only the Spirit Emperor can do it!

The tide suddenly turned into a stormy wave, Ye Wentian blocked his arms in front of his chest, resisted the pressure with lunges, but refused to retreat half a minute, and with a muffled snort, a silver blood stain overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Hua Shoucheng's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, facing the coercion of the Spirit Emperor, a small spirit master of the twentieth level, he could not retreat even a step!

"This son must not stay! Otherwise, I won't be able to control him in ten years!" Hua Shoucheng slowly raised his left hand.

"Stop me!" The spiritual flames on the old monk's body were torn into an arc, his clothes danced violently, a lion roared, he held a tin staff in one hand, stood on his chest with one hand and shouted, "I am his teacher, if you want to kill or come at me!"

"Lao Sha, you ......" Ye Wentian was in a hurry, he himself was not afraid of death, but if he affected the three old monks, it would really be beyond his regret.

The old monk laughed angrily: "Xiaotian, you don't care about me! I am your teacher, and if the disciple is in trouble, of course the teacher must stand in the way! I was not there when Xiao left, and now I must not let Xiao Li's son die in front of me!"

"Hua Shoucheng, come on, let me understand the strength of the Spirit Emperor!" The old monk threw Maitreya and Xiao Xinglian far away, the tin staff danced into a whirlwind, and the long eyebrows danced wildly in the violent air current.

"Hua Shoucheng! One person does things and one person is responsible, don't implicate the innocent! Your son died because of me, you can rush at me!" Ye Wentian said urgently, and actually rushed up step by step under the coercion of the waves.

Hua Shoucheng looked at Ye Wentian, then at the old monk, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "What a loving and righteous one! Since you are looking for death, then give me death!" As he spoke, his palms were raised at the same time and slowly pushed out in both directions.

It seems to be an ordinary palm, but the effect is earth-shattering!

I saw two huge palms like mountains out of nothing, and the terrifying energy fluctuations made the air tremble, and the mountains shook wherever they passed, and every obstacle was crushed.

The old monk shouted angrily, like angry King Kong, and the sixth spirit ring flew out suddenly, and the void was enlarged and set on the giant palm.

Sixth Spiritual Skill: Vajra Bondage, ten times the gravity within the range.

The speed of the giant palm dropped sharply, but it only lasted for a moment, and then, the terrifying energy directly stretched the black spirit ring apart.

The black spirit ring cracked with a click, and the old monk's face turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"King Kong Protector!" The old monk's eyes were bloodshot, the tin staff was slammed into the ground, the fifth spirit ring shone brightly, and a pale golden guardian King Kong more than three meters high appeared, protecting the old monk in it.