Chapter 986: The Birth of the God of War

Back then, Bai Chen, as the God of Destruction, was looking for a rival but could never find one.

Now, he has returned in human form, and strong enemies abound, making him never back down even if he is trapped in a certain death situation.

This feeling of being helpless in the face of a powerful enemy was what he expected most back then!

"Partner, let's fight to the death today!" Bai Chen muttered to the Wind God Sword, smiled calmly, and walked directly into the teleportation array.

People from Chenyao Sword Sect also gathered around nervously.

The spacious arena, the bustling venue, and the finals are finally here!

"We invite players from the Western Regions to appear -"

Seeing that no one came out of the other teleportation array, Xiao Anan smiled awkwardly and continued to speak.

However, no one came out.

Bai Chen raised his eyebrows in surprise, and saw an elder from Xinglan Temple calling Xiao Anan over, as if to explain something.

All the guests in the audience were at a loss at this time. Where had Wu Xin, the most shining star of the Shenwu Conference, gone?

In the bustling venue, as Bai Chen stood alone in the ring for a long time, his face turned completely gloomy.

"No way……"

As soon as Bai Chen's exclamation ended, little An'an flew back with a solemn expression.

Facing the attention of the audience, Xiao Anan cleared his throat, obviously regretting something, and immediately put on a professional smile: "It happened suddenly because the unintentional player from the Western Regions voluntarily abstained. The winner of this game is from the South." The leader of the Chenyao Sword Sect in the domain—Bai Chen!"

"Abstain?!"

The venue fell into silence for a moment.

They all paid high tickets and came here early in the morning to look forward to the finals of the Shenwu Conference.

But Wuxin actually gave up?

this!

Faced with the explanation given by Xiao Anan, the famous host of Xinglan Temple, all the audience fell silent.

They were so angry that they dared not speak out, and could only vent their anger in silence.

At this time, Bai Chen finally couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar angrily: "Wuxin, what are you doing!!"

The cry is like the roar of a lion, shaking people's hearts and minds.

Reluctance, strong reluctance, made Bai Chen couldn't help but tremble violently.

However, the result is already there, what can he change?

"Then, I declare that the person who belongs to the 18th Martial God—Bai Chen!!"

Xiao Anan couldn't help but let Bai Chen vent his anger and directly put the championship on his head.

At this time, in a desert outside the God's Domain, wind and sand were blowing everywhere, and the red sun was shining brightly.

A giant beast spreads its wings high in the sky, flying like a shadow.

On top of the giant beast, eight figures stood facing the wind. They were all contestants from the Western Region of this Shenwu Conference.

Feiniao glanced at Wu Xin, a little puzzled: "Why did you abstain? This term of Martial God should belong to my Western Region!"

Hearing this, Yang Qianxun, who was standing aside and unsociable, suddenly raised his head.

Facing everyone's surprised gazes, Wuxin still stood on top of the giant beast, looking into the distance with a calm expression.

"Oh, there is no way. Before we came out, the president personally told us that we must not become a god of war. We must abstain from the competition when necessary. I don't know what happened." Ba Ba scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Since it is the president's request, there must be a purpose, so we will just do it." Blind Qing sighed: "It's a pity, that boy Bai Chen is probably very disappointed now."

…

In the venue, 400,000 people watched with solemn eyes, and the atmosphere was silent. There was no excitement at all when the Shenwu Conference handed out championship awards.

Taking the Thousand Fantasy Nightshade Grass, Bai Chen used the Sky Splitting Formation to shrink it and put it in his bag. He immediately bowed his hand to the Thirteenth Elder of Xinglan Temple and walked into the teleportation formation with a gloomy expression.

After he disappeared, the smile on one of the elders' faces gradually stiffened: "Oh, it's a pity that in the Southern Territory, there is clearly a genius who has realized the assimilation of heaven and earth, but he has to..."

"Nanyu, don't be soft-hearted, this is all the intention of the Emperor of Heaven." Another elder reminded.

Hearing this, the old man from before lowered his eyes sadly again.

Wanchao Pavilion has always been a serious concern of Xinglan Temple, and all the forces in the world have protected Mingzhe, and no force is willing to offend Wanchao Pavilion.

Finally, there was a Night of the Gods specifically targeting Wanchao Pavilion. Over the years, the Night of the Gods began to lose interest in Wanchao Pavilion.

In order to bring powerful forces from all sides into conflict with the Wanchao Pavilion, the Xinglan Temple deliberately sets the championship reward of the Shenwu Tournament to be a must for the Wanchao Pavilion every time. It is a pity, because this matter is no longer a secret. The strongest forces in each major domain are now unable to touch this hidden mine.

When Bai Chen returned to the lounge, his companions all looked at him sadly and did not send a word of congratulations.

They understand Bai Chen, such a champion is just an insult to him!

"Go pack your things. We'll leave here in a quarter of an hour."

Bai Chen ordered coldly.

After giving the order, people started to go back and pack their luggage.

Everything had been packed up at the Phoenix Temple. Chu Junran was lying on the stretcher and looked at Bai Chen and said, "Are you going back with us?"

"No, I still have things to do." Bai Chen said indifferently.

"Oh." Chu Junran had already guessed that it was definitely not possible for him and his party to bring so many elites out just to participate in the Xinglan Divine Martial Arts Conference.

With Bai Chen's ambition, he must aim for the distant future.

However, it may be difficult for him to come back after a few years, even decades, or hundreds of years after he leaves.

The reluctance in her heart made Chu Junran muster up the courage to speak again: "Then, where are you going?"

"I won't tell you this. I also hope that for my sake, Mr. Bai, you will not conflict with me, Chenyao Sword Sect and Shengtian Academy. Otherwise, when I come back, the Phoenix Temple will no longer exist. exist!"

Bai Chen shouted coldly, making those in the Phoenix Temple tremble in shock.

The Martial God of the Xinglan Divine Martial Arts Conference, his current reputation is much louder than that of the Killing God back then.

After waiting for a long time, after his companions came out one after another, Bai Chen finally led everyone out of the Xinglan Temple together.

Their goal is the West, where there are materials needed to refine and cultivate the Tome, and they must go!

At the same time, he also wanted to see what kind of force that Hero Guild was.

besides.

Unintentionally...