CHAPTER 410: CHAPTER 245 EVERYONE GOES CRAZY, YOUNG AND OLD ALIKE [TWO CHAPTERS COMBINED]_2

Other Ancestor Masters did not speak, but having someone as rugged, formidable, and grounded as Qingtian Ancestor as the spokesperson was enough.

Cao Qianqiu’s eyes were icy, as if they came from hell. When in his life had he ever endured such humiliation?

"Old Sun, Wenhan, Yu Fairy, you three help me hold off the corresponding opponents. I want to go all out to kill this old bastard!" he said coldly.

"Are you really going to fight?" Sun Taichu’s voice had also turned cold as he looked at the Ancestor Masters on Newborn Road.

"Less nonsense!" Lu Yu responded with only three words.

The Ancestor Masters on the Immortal Road had to ponder whether Lu Yu, Qingtian, and the present Buddha had decayed and were making a last-ditch effort, or if they had regained their strength and were approaching their peak.

How many major battles could the Ancestor Masters of Newborn Road support?

Sun Taichu and Zhao Wenhan were most worried about whether they and their peers would completely succeed in their Nirvana.

Currently, only Cao Qianqiu was maddened with killing intent, eager to exact revenge immediately!

At this moment, the situation was four against five between the Immortal Road and Newborn Road. Cao Qianqiu believed the Ancestor Masters of Newborn Road were all old and frail and could not hold out for long, thinking they would eventually turn the tide and secure an absolute victory!

"What are you looking at?!" Qingtian Ancestor struck out, seeming to shuttle through the void, appearing directly in front, without a word, his massive hand, able to shatter great mountains, directly slapped towards Old Cao’s face.

"I..." Cao Qianqiu felt indignation bubbling over, feeling truly oppressed beyond measure.

In fact, the rugged, domineering style of Qingtian was precisely the posture Old Cao usually took when looking down on other opponents.

"Hitting you, I find great satisfaction!" Even the usually taciturn present Buddha said this at this moment.

"Seconded!" Jiang Zhiyuan of the Yin Yang Temple nodded.

Cao Qianqiu felt his entire being was not well.

A great battle erupted once again!

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Outside the Highland, people saw five great Ancestor Masters attacking Cao Qianqiu together, and their hearts soared.

Many people could not help but clap in delight, feeling greatly pleased.

Mainly because, over the years, Cao Qianqiu had truly been hated.

In the past, people from all sides were both angry and silent, holding back against him because they were far from being his opponents. Now someone was fighting on their behalf, truly venting a deep-seated grudge.

At this time, outside the Highland was also a tumult of wind and clouds, capturing people’s attention, because battles had erupted there too.

Lu Zi stood with his hands behind his back, with four great masters including Pu Heng and Wei Yunqi at his feet, naturally provoking dissatisfaction from Cao Qianqiu and Sun Taichu’s factions.

A very powerful disciple of Sun Taichu stepped in to shake Lu Zizai and rescue his senior brother Wei Yunqi, otherwise, their faction couldn’t bear to lose such face.

Lu Junhao, once known as the "Immortal Seed," now a foremost figure under the Ancestor Master platform, exploded with the brilliance of Immortal Rune, each step causing the whole grassland to shake violently.

He was teleporting, crossing the Night Fog, rushing to kill Lu Zizai!

At the same time, Li Qingxu took off his mask in a secluded place, changed his clothes, and walked towards the battlefield to face an old acquaintance.

Qin Ming stood silently on the grassland, facing the gazes of many disciples of the Immortal Road alone, raising the Five Colored Blade, clear and powerful, like a youthful deity on the dust.

He alone obtained four portions of Auspicious Beast Blood, surpassing everyone else, couldn’t avoid attracting attention. Coupled with some rumors about him, he had become the focal point.

"He is Qin Ming the Mountain Master, the god in my heart!" In the distance, the talking sparrow, carrying a small bag, flapped its wings and whispered excitedly.

This area was filled with many Alien Species, including the juvenile Four Tusked White Elephant, Purple Lightning Beast, and others.

The Purple Lightning Beast had transformed into a beautiful purple-haired woman, staring at the youth in the arena, suspicious in her heart, feeling a sense of déjà vu with some past scenes.

At this moment, many old acquaintances were also watching, like Li Qingyue, Ning Siqi, Chen Bingyan, and others, all aware of the old grudge between Qin Ming and Li Qingxiao.

Zheng Maoze and Zeng Yuan found it truly unbelievable that Qin Ming, who had just set foot on the Newborn Road for seven or eight months, had already reached this height, aiming to shake the Immortal Seed.

In their understanding, Qin Ming had no connection with the Immortal Road, which meant he was someone from another world. In the past, when they met, they even secretly jibed, their sense of superiority extremely strong.

How could they have expected that today, at this moment, this old acquaintance would rise up so fiercely, as a Newcomer, capable of facing all Immortal Seeds, Divine Seeds, becoming the biggest dark horse in this competition for Auspicious Beast Blood.

Li Qingxu walked with his sword in hand, his expression cold. He knew that this former acquaintance, who he nearly beat to death, was now unusually troublesome.

When hunting demons on the Highland, the two had already met, both having another identity. He had fought wearing a mask with Shen Wubing and at that time "narrowly lost" and retreated.

Now that the other was challenging him by name, it was obvious he wished to resolve old grudges, perhaps not even realizing he was the masked man.

Li Qingxu took a deep breath, determined to give it his all. This identity could not afford another defeat.

In an instant, he was like a ghost in the Night Fog Sea, crossing hundreds of meters without a sound, akin to Sword Control, killing in the blink of an eye.

Li Qingxu seemed like a sword immortal soaring, glowing with Pure Yang Consciousness, his sword body crossing the sky, slashing through the Night Fog, reaching directly toward the opponent’s forehead, with an immensely dazzling sword light.

"Clang!"

Qin Ming stood in place, his feet unmoved, his right hand raising the Five Colored Blade formed by Heavenly Light Transformation, slashing with one stroke and blasting him away, both man and sword.

This stroke was accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, carrying the Five Colored Divine Radiance, illuminating this area and reflecting the youth’s own resolute gaze.

Now that he was exposed, Qin Ming no longer remained low-key, intent on facing all opponents directly.

In the end, it would depend on whether the Ancestor Masters could shake the Immortal Road, making figures like Cao Qianqiu dare not reach recklessly again.