Chapter 4096 Why Dare Not!

At this moment, the situation has become tense. A terrifying battle at the level of a holy king is about to break out at any time.

For Lan Zhaotian, no matter which side wins, it is a good result for him.

Anyway, he has refined into the soul ring of the corpse saint, relying on the prestige of the corpse saint emperor, he is invincible.

"You guys wanted to kill me just now! How could you have imagined that putting me to death stimulated the potential of my primordial spirit, and made me refine into a corpse saint soul ring! It's a complete reversal!"

Lan Zhaotian was very proud, so he smiled brightly: "Life, it is so amazing! Hahaha..."

"Lan Zhaotian, did you forget something?"

However, at this moment, Chen Xiaobei said slowly: "Your soul is still sealed by me, as long as I move my mind, you will annihilate the soul and die completely!"

"Hmph! Who are you scaring? I don't believe you dare to kill me!"

Lan Zhaotian was not afraid at all, but threatened: "If I die, you and the entire Blue Moon City will be buried together, and the Corpse Temple will even find out everyone related to you, and torture them all to death! One counts as one, Don't even think about surviving!"

"It seems that you really want to die!" Chen Xiaobei's eyes were fixed, and the murderous intent was instantly revealed in his dark eyes.

"Come, come! You try to kill me!"

Lan Zhaotian had a reassuring expression on his face, extremely arrogant, and even stretched his neck to sneer: "The Corpse Temple has sensed my spirit ring, and will send someone over immediately, if you want to kill me, do it as soon as possible, otherwise, you won't have any more Any chance!"

"As you wish!" What kind of person is Chen Xiaobei, how could he be threatened like this? This will trigger the ability to kill Lan Zhaotian.

"Xiaobei! Don't be impulsive!"

But at this moment, seeing the scene in front of him, Lan Mengchen hurriedly dissuaded him: "Lan Zhaotian can't die here, otherwise, our Lan clan will be completely finished!"

"Don't worry! I will take care of the Lan clan!" Chen Xiaobei's eyes were fixed, and his tone was extremely firm.

"This...how is this possible!?" Lan Mengchen trusted Chen Xiaobei very much in his heart, and couldn't help asking: "You don't have the cards to compete with the Corpse Saint Emperor, do you?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone around them instantly widened their eyes and looked at Chen Xiaobei in shock.

Even Lan Zhaotian, who had been very arrogant all this time, couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and began to worry deeply.

If Chen Xiaobei really has the trump card that can compete with the Corpse Saint Emperor, then Chen Xiaobei must have the confidence to kill Lan Zhaotian.

"joke!"

However, at this moment, in the void outside the sky, a shocking voice suddenly came: "This emperor traverses the southern region, and there are no more than five people who can stand shoulder to shoulder! How can this kid want to compete against this emperor!? "

The tone of this voice is very calm, but every word is like thunder roaring, deafening and shocking everyone present.

As strong as Chen Xiaobei, his mood couldn't help trembling slightly, and it took a long time to calm down.

"Dijun! It's the corpse saint emperor!!!"

Lan Zhaotian suddenly became excited and yelled, "Master, help me! This disciple has been refined into a soul ring of the Corpse Saint! This disciple is already a disciple of the Corpse Saint Hall! Please help me, Master..."

"It's over..."

Seeing the scene in front of them, everyone in the Bai family and the Lan family was ashamed and their hearts were cold.

Before seeing the true face of the Corpse Saint Emperor, just the coercion brought by the voice transmission in the void made everyone feel uneasy, anxious, sweating, and completely unable to calm down.

It is even no exaggeration to say that, except for Chen Xiaobei, the same emotion welled up in the state of mind of everyone present.

despair!

Extreme despair!

Coercion alone can make trillions of people feel like they are falling into the doomsday, wishing for extinction!

What a horror this must be!

"As expected of a three-star holy king...too strong!"

At this moment, Chen Xiaobei managed to stabilize his mood, looked up in the direction of the voice, and couldn't help expressing emotion.

"Um?"

At the same time, a curious nasal sound came from the void.

"Shua!"

Immediately afterwards, a strong wind roared, as if the space was torn apart, stirring up a twisted vortex!

A hunchbacked old man in black robe stepped out of the twisted vortex and appeared in front of everyone in an instant!

"Master! Are you Master?"

Lan Zhaotian was so excited that he knelt down to the old man and kowtowed desperately: "What is the virtue and ability of the disciple? The labor master welcomes you! I am really flattered!"

You know, the tradition of the Corpse Temple is for ordinary disciples to pick up new disciples.

However, at this moment, this terrifying coercion indicates that the old man in black robe is the master of the Corpse Temple.

Lan Zhaotian was really flattered to be greeted by the Corpse Saint Emperor himself, and even felt that he could not afford such a courtesy.

but!

At this moment, the black-robed old man didn't even look at Lan Zhaotian, he just passed by and walked towards Chen Xiaobei!

Then, up, down, left, and right, he looked at Chen Xiaobei carefully.

"Um?"

Lan Zhaotian froze in place, with a beep in capital letters and bold on his face.

Obviously, the old man in black robe didn't come to pick him up, Lan Zhaotian.

"What do you see me doing?"

Chen Xiaobei frowned slightly, and began to observe the old man.

The old man was hunched over, and his black robe seemed to have not been washed for decades. It was greasy, worn out, and looked extremely sloppy.

The old man's face was as rough as bark, and his appearance was somewhat ugly.

However, the old man's eyes showed a chilling sharpness, and when he looked at him, even Chen Xiaobei's mood was shaken violently, and he almost fell.

It can be seen from this that even if the old man is completely useless, his eyes are enough to prove his strength.

"Boy! You're fine! Very nice!"

The old man in black squinted his eyes, and said with great interest: "There are no more than five people who dare to look at me in the eight hundred states of the Southern Region!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.

Everyone looked at Chen Xiaobei with extremely complicated eyes, shocked, surprised, admired, and even adored.

It was as if Chen Xiaobei had done something shocking and earth-shattering.

Indeed, the trillions of people present, up to this moment, have not been able to recover from the pressure of the old man.

He didn't even dare to sneak a glance at the old man, let alone face to face.

And in such a situation, Chen Xiaobei naturally became the only one out of the crowd, countless times rarer than the rare ones!

Chen Xiaobei stabilized his state of mind, and asked neither humble nor overbearing: "So, you are the corpse saint emperor?"

"yes!"

The black-robed old man grinned, revealing his crooked black teeth: "You are so confident, don't you really dare to kill my disciple?"

"Why don't you dare?" Chen Xiaobei asked with his eyes fixed.

"Hiss..." Lan Zhaotian gasped, and was instantly scared to pee.