"Empuda, you gossiping fat man, why aren't you dead yet?"
A furious roar rang out as Liao Bencang stepped through the air, followed by a group of assassins dressed in black and wearing steel masks. It looked like there were several thousand people, ten times more than Enpuda's side.
Liao Bencang rushed over, spotting Long Chen and the other two at a glance. His eyes blazed with fury, and a Faith Lotus appeared behind him. He struck down his palm at the three: "
You little beast, go to hell!"
"Rumble... Liao
Bencang covered the sky with one hand, his hand seals shattering countless paths, trying to suppress Long Chen and the others. Before the hand seals arrived, the vast power of faith felt like a universe collapsing. Anyone who saw this scene felt suffocated, their faces filled with terror.
As soon as Liao Bencang appeared, before anyone could be shocked, he attacked Long Chen and the other two.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a gust of finger wind shot out from the flying boat behind Long Chen. The sky-covering giant hand had just reached above Long Chen's head when it was shattered by the force.
"What?"
People were shocked. Liao Bencang was as famous as Empuda, one of the most terrifying assassins in the world, yet someone shattered his attack with just a single finger wind. Who exactly was this person?
Liao Bencang's expression changed. Only then did he see a man appear. As soon as that person appeared, the emperor's aura radiated out. When people saw him, they could hardly believe their eyes.
"Xia Guhong, King of Daxia!"
Someone called out the name with a trembling voice. Xia Guhong's name was a symbol of an era; he was the king of that time, soaring from heaven to earth, reigning supreme and unrivaled.
The eternal ruler of Great Xia, heir to the innate chaotic artifact, the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, is extremely famous. His innate imperial aura is impossible for anyone to imitate. He is a unique existence among the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
Although Daxia has disappeared, people cannot forget its last ruler—a brilliant figure who led an entire era, but ultimately was trapped by love, evoking deep regret.
But no matter what, in his era, he was the supreme king, unmatched by anyone.
He rose like a comet, illuminating the world. Though he suddenly vanished, his brilliance amazed an entire era, and even now, no one has forgotten him.
So when Xia Guhong appeared, his emperorly aura looked down on the heavens, instantly making countless people recognize his identity.
Especially when Xia Guhong shattered the Nine Nether Hall's master, Liao Bencang, who possessed the power of faith with a single strike, countless hearts were filled with joy, once again witnessing the legendary aura of a powerful figure.
"Truly worthy of being the ruler of Great Xia. The aura of the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow has always lingered on you and has not dissipated. That means the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow has not fallen. Perhaps this is also a blessing for the human race." Empuda looked at Xia Guhong and bowed slightly.
Even the world-renowned Enpuda didn't take anyone seriously, but when facing Xia Guhong, he would bow respectfully and not dare to act rashly.
Liao Bencang had been arrogant and domineering like a tiger descending the mountain, but in the face of Xia Guhong's imperial aura, he seemed somewhat insignificant. At this moment, he was both shocked and furious, yet dared not confront Xia Guhong.
Xia Guhong glanced at Enpuda and said, "The blessings of the human race have nothing to do with the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow. Fortune and misfortune are just about planting melons and reaping melons, planting beans to reap beans."
I came to Ziyan Tiandu this time to hold the court for my three brothers. If they were to fight at the same level, I wouldn't interfere.
But if someone is shameless, bullying the weak, then I, Xia Guhong, must move my nearly rusty body too. Seeing
countless people staring at Xia Guhong in shock, even the older generation of strong warriors looked at him with deep respect, Xia Chen and Guo Ran felt a natural sense of pride.
At this moment, Xia Guhong kept insisting they were brothers. The two felt like they were about to fly to the sky. Being called brothers in public by Xia Guhong was a sense of pride beyond words. Guo Ran was so excited he almost didn't know what to pose.
"Even if your body is rusty, it's not something some skinny monkey can bully. Attacking you would only bring humiliation upon yourself." Empuda smiled faintly.
"Empuda, what nonsense! You fat fat guy who has been holding in all sorts of bad, making himself arrogant, are you deliberately stirring up trouble?" Liao Benchang was furious, pointing at Empuda and cursing.
Liao Bencang's curse left countless people staring at each other. Was this really the renowned Master of the Nine Nether Hall? Is a killer's temper really that hot?
Although Liao Bencang had a bad temper, he was no fool. Empuda's words were clearly meant to provoke him into making a move against Xia Guhong.
But Liao Bencang was self-aware. He was just an avatar and could not possibly be a match for Xia Guhong. If he made a move, it would truly be humiliating himself.
Obviously, Empuda had long known that Xia Guhong was inside the flying boat, yet she didn't warn him, deliberately embarrassing him. The more Liao Bencang thought about it, the angrier he became.
"Sss!"
Suddenly, Liao Bencang drew his sword and, under countless incredulous gazes, slashed down at Enpuda.
"Whew."
However, Empuda was well prepared, dodging the sword strike and retreating some distance with his men. He couldn't be bothered with Liao Bencang, that mad dog.
"Jiuyou Island was picked up by Long Chen, who personally used all the faith power of Jiuyou Island, but still let the three juniors escape.
And you still have the nerve to vent your anger on others? You're utterly humiliated. If I were you, I wouldn't have had Lord Brahma punish me—I'd have died by now. "Empuda doesn't fight, but his mouth isn't idle.
Last time when he caught Long Chen across the sky and teamed up with Liao Bencang, he was already burning with anger. Now that the two had completely fallen out, he wasn't some saint. If he didn't kick Liao Bencang when he was down or criticize Liao Bencang a bit, how could he be able to face him?
"Wuming, remember: assassins must always stay calm. Don't learn from Lord Liao." Empuda said to Ji Wuming beside him.
"Actually, Master's reminder is unnecessary. After all, a genius like Lord Liao is hard to find in the sky or on earth. There is no one before or after. Even if I wanted to learn, I would have the will but no ability." Ji Wuming shook his head.
The master and disciple sang in harmony, cursing without using foul language, yet they left Liao Bencang utterly useless, making him so angry that he was practically steaming from his seven orifices.
"Shut up, or I'll kill you in the Three Thousand Worlds. Lord God forbids us from killing each other, but don't force me."
The woman who had been standing beside Liao Bencang spoke up. Her words startled everyone. Her pronunciation was extremely strange, unlike a human voice, sending chills down one's spine. Every word seemed to carry a soul-stealing power, terrifying.
"Who is he?" Guo Ran couldn't help but whisper to Long Chen.
"I am Jiuyou Luosha. Remember my name, because its owner will kill you all."
Jiuyou Luocha looked at Long Chen, his eyes flashing with a cold and sharp light, a venomous curve curling at the corner of his mouth.