The bloodthirsty star king, three people work together

Ye Changsheng had already traveled countless miles away from that place.

He gazed into the distance, only to see White Tiger Star Lord mercilessly slaughtering.

In just fifteen minutes, no less than a hundred Prodigies had died tragically.

These people were all Prodigies at the pinnacle of power in the Three Thousand Great Worlds, absolute Dragons among men.

But in White Tiger Star Lord's eyes, they were like weak chickens, their lives mercilessly reaped.

Ye Changsheng felt a little guilty; this White Tiger Star Lord was too brutal, truly not treating them as humans!

"While White Tiger Star Lord is causing Chaos, I can wander around and find more treasures."

Ye Changsheng stopped watching, deeming it a waste of time.

At Fuhu Mountain, White Tiger Star Lord was wreaking havoc.

His speed was extremely fast; the speed of those Prodigies was like a snail's crawl in his eyes.

Turtle speed, too slow!

"Hello, Fairy, you're so beautiful. Your skin looks so good, fair and tender, and smells fragrant. I just wonder what it tastes like."

White Tiger Star Lord was as fast as lightning, suddenly appearing before a fleeing female Disciple.

The female Disciple's face was astonished, her delicate body trembling.

Her stunningly beautiful face was filled with terror, the sharp sword in her hand shaking uncontrollably.

"You, don't come over," the female Disciple stammered.

Beside this female Disciple, there was also a male Disciple.

He bravely stepped forward, pulling the female Disciple behind him.

"Fangfei, I'll protect you."

"A hero saving a beauty, what a good scene," White Tiger Star Lord said with a smile.

It was just that his face was somewhat ferocious; even when he smiled, he looked so hideous.

"White Tiger, don't make a mistake. We are from the Myriad Dao Divine Dynasty."

"If you know what's good for you, stop quickly."

"Wow, I'm so scared," White Tiger Star Lord said with a frightened expression.

He accidentally opened his mouth wide and lowered his head.

Crack!

The man was left with only half his body.

"I forgot to tell you, when I'm scared, I like to eat to relieve tension. You don't mind if I eat you, do you?"

He chewed a couple of times, savoring it.

"If you don't speak, I'll assume you agree. You're so kind."

With that, White Tiger Star Lord ate the remaining half of the body as well.

The female Disciple's face was blank, terror had long since driven out her inner reason; she couldn't even feel fear.

White Tiger Star Lord saw that she was already stunned and had no desire to tease her further, so he swallowed her in one bite as well.

"The taste feels a bit strange, salty."

After eating these two, White Tiger Star Lord turned to kill others.

He wanted the Sacred Hall to know this was the price for making him work.

The people around Fuhu Mountain had already scattered and fled, each one shrinking back, fearing that White Tiger Star Lord would find them.

White Tiger Star Lord was too strong; they were no match for him.

However, most of their hiding methods still appeared naive in front of White Tiger Star Lord; they had some hiding ability, but not much.

White Tiger Star Lord dashed around, swallowing five or six thousand people in three days, one bite at a time.

"As expected of Prodigies, they have strength, and even their taste is so good."

White Tiger Star Lord continued to roam the Battleground Forbidden Land, enjoying his feast.

...

Within the Sacred Hall, the Seven Saints watched White Tiger Star Lord act recklessly in the Battleground Forbidden Land, feeling unable to bear it.

"This little tiger is too ruthless; he really thinks of himself as a dish."

"The losses feel a bit great; thousands of Prodigies have died in just a few days."

"These Prodigies are all top talents in the Great Worlds, and to die so silently is truly quite stifling."

"..."

The Seven Saints spoke one after another, with regret and helplessness.

Only the Grand Elder remained expressionless; the other Seven Saints looked at the Grand Elder, filled with admiration.

With so many Prodigies dying, the Grand Elder wasn't sad at all; his heart was truly as still as water.

"Grand Elder, aren't you worried about Feng Shizhi?" a Saint asked.

The Grand Elder gazed at the Battleground Forbidden Land and said without changing his expression:

"Haha, what's there to worry about?"

"Life or death, it's his fate; I will never interfere with him."

"This is a necessary path for cultivators. If I pave every path for him, then he will be like a flower in a greenhouse, withering at the first gust of wind and snow."

Everyone was amazed. They knew the Grand Elder's Pay attention to for Feng Yuanqing; he could be said to be raising him like his own son.

They never expected that at such a dangerous moment, the Grand Elder could be so open-minded. Is this the Grand Elder?

Returning to the Battleground Forbidden Land, a Saint Realm Elder suddenly said:

"Look quickly, Feng Shizhi seems to have encountered the little tiger."

"Oh, it's true."

"This Prodigy White Tiger is a descendant of the ancient fierce White Tiger, and he has cultivated to the Primordial Realm. Even with restricted cultivation, Feng Shizhi fought him to a standstill."

"Now that this Prodigy is unrestrained and has returned to the Primordial Great Luo Realm, Feng Shizhi is a bit in danger."

"..."

The Grand Elder's heart tightened, but his face remained calm.

"Grand Elder, should we capture that White Tiger and re-imprison him?"

The Grand Elder said sternly: "This training has only just begun; how can we interfere?"

"I said, life and death are destined. If he can survive, it means my Disciple has profound Luck."

"If not, then let everything go with the wind."

All the Saints were amazed; the Grand Elder was truly selfless.

"I still have to entertain my other two friends, so I won't chat with you anymore."

With that, the Grand Elder gently waved, tearing a rift in the Void Realm, and a portal emerged from it.

He passed through the portal, and his figure disappeared.

Returning to his Immortal Cave, the Grand Elder immediately closed the portal.

"Damn it, who was so heartless!"

"How did that Prodigy White Tiger get out? Can Feng'er defeat him?"

Unlike his previous calm demeanor, the Grand Elder's face was now somewhat anxious.

He began to deduce Feng Yuanqing's fate and, finding no major harm, felt a little relieved.

"No, I only deduced life and death just now. Will Feng'er get injured?"

"No, I have to help Feng'er. If he dares to injure Feng'er, I'll skin him alive!"

The Grand Elder began to cast spells, adding a buff to Feng Yuanqing.

...

...

In the Battleground Forbidden Land, Feng Yuanqing, Sword Changkong, and Xu Yangsheng reached some agreement, intending to work together to defeat White Tiger Star Lord.

"I can't defeat him alone," Feng Yuanqing said.

"I've tried too. This Prodigy has thick skin and flesh; he's impossible to hit," Xu Yangsheng said in a deep voice.

His proud Chaotic Half-Light Immortal Body was useless in front of White Tiger Star Lord, which was very annoying.

"None of us three can defeat him by confronting him alone."

"I have a set of combined sword techniques here. With our three strengths, if we master them, we can definitely defeat this White Tiger."

Xu Yangsheng: "We can try."

Feng Yuanqing: "I have no problem either."

The three made up their minds. If one person couldn't defeat him, then they would act together.

It was just that Feng Yuanqing's face was a bit strange; his Qi was actually surging rapidly.

"What are you doing?" Sword Changkong asked.

"I'm not sure. I feel like there's an endless stream of power within me; my strength has increased by a level."

"Maybe this is excitement," Feng Yuanqing said, not understanding why.

The other two didn't think much of it; the more excited Feng Yuanqing was, the better, as it increased their chances of winning.

White Tiger Star Lord found the three and chuckled wickedly:

"You three are very good. It would be a pity to just eat you like this."

"Be my human slaves. I promise to lead you to dominate the Heavens. Power, fame, women, wealth, longevity—I can give you everything you want."

White Tiger Star Lord spoke with certainty.

The three couldn't even look at him. These things were too vulgar for them; what they pursued was only supreme power!

"Let's do it, go!"

"Good!"

Feng Yuanqing led the charge, feeling power gushing forth like a spring.

White Tiger Star Lord also didn't expect these three guys to be so brave.

"If this tiger doesn't show his might, you'll think I'm a sick cat!"

If he didn't give them a little shock, they wouldn't listen.

The great battle began!

In the Chaos, a great battle was also taking place.

"Don't go too far!" a Saint, blood-stained and disheveled, gasped for breath.

He was still shaken, his eyes filled with fear.

Those light footsteps, however, sounded like thunder in his ears.

A crisp, bell-like voice rang out, cold and indifferent:

"Those who destroy the Foundation of the Myriad Realms are not worthy to live in this world."

A gentle breeze blew, and the maiden's white long hair danced like snowflakes, pure white and elegant.

Her golden skirt was sacred and flawless, while the Saint opposite her was in rags, covered in blood, clearly severely injured.

Yet, she was as usual, her unblemished golden Immortal dress shining brightly.

Especially her two clean, exquisite jade feet, light, transparent, and breathtakingly beautiful.

A pair of golden pupils gazed indifferently at the severely injured, dying Saint, devoid of emotion.

"I can surrender to you, and be at your command."

"Please spare my life, okay?"

The Saint pleaded, prostrating on the ground, shedding tears, completely devoid of Saintly Position dignity.

"I said, those who destroy their own Foundation, die," she mercilessly pronounced the death sentence.

The Saint no longer showed weakness, rebuking:

"Don't go too far. You should know that a Saint's self-detonation has immense power. If you push me too hard, I'll die right here for you to see."

The maiden remained unmoved, even saying with a hint of mockery: "A frog in a well."

"In front of me, without my permission, you can't even die if you want to."

Her voice was indifferent yet majestic, as if she were the Incarnation of Heaven and Earth, her words becoming law.

The Saint only felt his body stiffen. He wanted to self-detonate but couldn't, and even his cultivation was plummeting uncontrollably.

He felt that nothing belonged to him, including his own life.

"Die."

The maiden said indifferently, and the Saint in front of her instantly turned into specks of dust, his Karma severed.

"This is already the fourth one, isn't it?" the maiden said slowly.

In the starry sky of the endless dark abyss, pairs of astonished and frightened eyes looked at this place, their gazes filled with fear towards the maiden, afraid that she would come to kill them.

The maiden seemed to be talking to herself, but in reality, she was speaking to everyone:

"Whoever dares to covet the Chaos Divine Tree, these four are their fate."

"If anyone doesn't believe it, feel free to try; I don't mind letting you vacate your Saintly Positions."

With that, the maiden slowly stepped out, each step transforming a star river, covering hundreds of millions of miles.

Originally, several Saints were preparing to steal the Chaos Divine Tree, but seeing what this maiden did, they only felt their lives were in danger.

Forget it, cultivating slowly is also quite good.

For Saints, the golden Luck maiden was undoubtedly the Incarnation of Death; her emergence had already slain four Saints.

It was as if Saints were mere small fry, easily cut down like melons and vegetables.

But for the beings of the Myriad Realms, the golden Luck maiden was the Goddess of Fortune!

Four Saintly Positions vacated, what boundless Heavenly Grace!