201: Do it, and do it big

As "0" ended.

The spirits of some people seemed unable to withstand this oppressive feeling, and their eyes were bloodshot.

"Brothers of Central Continent, let's fight him to the death!"

"Let's fight him to the death! Raise the prestige of our Central Continent!"

"Everyone, don't be afraid, the adults from East Continent won't stand idly by!"

"Let's fight him to the death!"

The frantic shouts seemed to rouse those wavering cultivators.

As one person charged out, a second followed, then a third.

This was a chain reaction.

In an instant, countless dark figures charged towards Song Yun in the sky, at least several thousand of them, their spiritual power even illuminating the dark clouds.

This situation was unexpected by Xuan Qiong; had these people gone mad?

We are not his opponents, yet you rush to your deaths!

Hou Ba felt the armor on his body making him a bit hot; did these Central Continent cultivators lack brains?

Couldn't they tell the difference between major and minor players?

Your meager strength isn't even enough to fill his teeth.

It doesn't matter if you die, but if it implicates me, then all my endurance will have been in vain!

Tang Duoduo looked at the scene before her, her breathing becoming a little rapid.

Tang Meng even exclaimed, "Oh no, the Holy Lord is in danger."

Tang Shengjie: "......"

Where was that Holy Lord in danger? It was these cultivators who were probably scared to death.

The Female Swindler's brows were tightly furrowed; now was indeed a good time to act, but...

She just felt like she would fail!

Why would she have such a feeling?

"Hahaha."

Song Yun let out a hearty laugh: "This is more like the cultivators of Central Continent, Zhong Xue, isn't your opponent here?"

Zhong Xue looked at the charging ants and directly swooped down.

A "beautiful" scene unfolded.

Thousands of cultivators charged upwards like a sharp awl, while Zhong Xue's striking figure swooped down alone.

In terms of numbers, there was simply no advantage.

But this was not something that could be won by sheer numbers.

When the two sides met, blood bloomed, mixing with the heavy rain and falling.

For a moment, it was a rain of blood.

Countless severed limbs fell onto the martial stage; this was simply a one-sided crushing, with no possibility of victory.

Seeing such a scene, the forces in the stands dared not move at all; some disciples were enraged, seemingly wanting to act as true Central Continent people.

But they were held back by their elders; if they truly rushed up now, they would likely be implicated.

Look, the Holy Lord hasn't moved, and his three subordinates haven't moved either.

They were the truly ruthless ones.

Holy Gate...

This was no Holy Gate.

This was clearly a Demonic Gate.

The remaining cultivators' hearts grew cold when they saw that the adults from East Continent hadn't moved, and the Hall Master of Eternal Hall hadn't moved either.

"Run!" A terrified shout rang out.

Without the support of strong individuals, how could they contend with the Holy Lord? Even the Holy Lord's disciples were already in a frenzy of killing.

And as long as Song Yun wished, the Qingjun Gathering would become a bloodbath.

But he also couldn't intimidate them too much; they would be afraid, and if they holed up, he would have trouble finding them.

Looking at those who fled, Galuosha seemed to want to give chase but was stopped by Song Yun.

These people were not important.

However, Song Yun also noticed that there were some special existences within the crowd.

Interesting.

Soon, the Qingjun Gathering was deserted, with only the various forces remaining.

They actually wanted to leave too, but they were afraid that if they took a step, they would die.

Those who ran away were ordinary cultivators, but those in the stands were from major forces, so it was definitely different.

Looking at the corpses scattered across the martial stage, the Holy Lord's disciple was terrifyingly powerful.

She was so beautiful, yet she showed no mercy in her actions.

Song Yun looked at Xuan Qiong, then at Hou Ba: "I'm very happy today."

Instantly, Hou Ba breathed a sigh of relief; as long as he didn't die today, the next time it would be him who died.

"Hall Master, don't forget the marriage; this Lord is waiting to drink the wedding wine." Song Yun gave Xuan Qiong a meaningful smile, making Xuan Qiong's neck feel cold, as if a sharp blade was pressed against it.

At this point, he couldn't care about face; this marriage alliance was no longer wanted.

Just as Xuan Qiong was about to speak, Song Yun stopped him, waving his hand: "Maintain your dignity; you are a Hall Master, don't let me look down on you."

"That's all for today. We'll play again next time."

After he finished speaking, Sarkaz opened the portal and stood respectfully to the side.

Song Yun glanced in the direction of the Tang Family's seats, smiled at Tang Duoduo, and then walked into the wormhole, with Zhong Xue following closely behind.

Galuosha was the last to enter the wormhole, but Galuosha was not in a hurry to go in.

Instead, he made a strange sound to everyone: "I truly look forward to our next meeting; don't be scared then."

As Galuosha entered the wormhole, the black wormhole disappeared.

Everyone's tense nerves finally relaxed.

Hou Ba even felt his body go a little soft; the pressure brought by the Holy Lord was exactly like that of the Manor Lord.

"Hoo..." Hou Ba let out a long breath; as long as he survived today, once the people arrived, he wouldn't have to endure anymore!

Looking at the solemn-faced Xuan Qiong beside him, Hou Ba said in a deep voice, "This wedding ceremony will be held!"

"Held?" Xuan Qiong was surprised, as if asking, Do you think you've lived too long? Do you want me to die?

"The people from War Heaven Prefecture will arrive very soon. The so-called wedding ceremony will be the day of his, the Holy Lord's, demise."

"Really?" Xuan Qiong asked cautiously; this was a matter of life and death, and he couldn't be careless.

He didn't want to be the next Sect Leader Han Qianfeng.

Hou Ba nodded and said seriously, "Of course, why would I lie to you?"

As things stood, Xuan Qiong could only take a gamble. He would then widely distribute invitations, inviting various forces to come and drink the wedding wine.

No... to execute the Holy Lord!

At this moment, Bo Jun came over and respectfully said, "Adult, Hall Master, we will return first."

"Tell Wu Jianfu to come and drink the wedding wine," Xuan Qiong said.

Bo Jun looked at Hou Ba, then nodded: "I will convey it to the Sect Master."

"Good."

"Farewell."

The people of Divine Martial Sect quickly left, and other forces also came to bid farewell, but they too received a "death" invitation.

Who would want to attend this? But Hou Ba was here...

Once they defeated the Holy Lord, if they were to be settled accounts with later, they would also die completely.

Truly, there was a tiger in front and a wolf behind.

"They will come," Hou Ba said coldly; if they dared not come, they should prepare to face the wrath of East Continent!

Xuan Qiong felt a little confident again; after all, Hou Ba's demeanor was different from before, as if the Holy Lord's head had already been taken by him.

With the forces of East Continent backing him, Xuan Qiong's tense mood relaxed slightly.

Suddenly, Xuan Qiong felt someone flying rapidly towards them.

His recently relaxed mood instantly tensed up, and Hou Ba's expression beside him instantly changed.

When the person approached, Hou Ba snorted coldly, thinking, Who is it that made this lord change his expression?

The person who arrived was an Elder of Eternal Hall.

At this moment, the Elder's expression was unusual, and his brows were extremely furrowed: "Greetings, Hall Master."

Perhaps he was too urgent, he directly ignored Hou Ba beside him.

"This is the adult from East Continent," Xuan Qiong reminded him.

Only then did the Elder react: "My apologies, Adult."

Hou Ba was too lazy to argue; as an Elder, such recklessness was truly inappropriate.

Actually, it wasn't that the Elder was reckless, but that he had discovered something terrifying.

"Elder Qian Yue, weren't you sent to West Continent to investigate the Holy Gate? Why are you back so soon?"

Qian Yue looked up at Xuan Qiong: "Hall Master, something has happened in West Continent!"