Chapter 2239 From Now on, I Am the King of Tianxuan!
The face of the Holy Tower Guardian Xingchen was pale and blue, and his eyes were intertwined between black and red.
He gave up everything in the future, and would rather stay at the level of Martial Ancestor forever, just wanting to be the first and only Martial Ancestor in Tianxuan Continent.
But why?
Why didn't he become a Martial Ancestor?
"Ah——"
He roared, looked up at the sky, and purple angry thunder was wrapped around him. He stared at the void with a ferocious face: "The Cloud Realm has failed me! God is unfair!"
Boom!
His Yuanli was condensed and rotated frantically, attacking the golden silk net above his head...
However...
Can't break it!
Can't break it!
Useless!
Lou Qianxue waved it at will, but it was so powerful?
"No——I won't accept it! I won't accept it!"
Anger, reluctance, pain, resentment, despair...
Countless emotions lingered in his heart. At this moment, he resented the Cloud Realm more than Lou Qianxue. They clearly let him become a Martial Ancestor at the cost of his potential, and clearly said that they wanted him to become a Martial Ancestor, why did they lie to him!
"I said, there are no shortcuts in this world."
Around Lou Qianxue, a space of its own was formed.
The golden threads shot out golden light, killing and melting all the people trapped in the golden cage...
Only the tower guard Xingchen, who had a high level of cultivation, could resist!
But the golden threads still put great pressure on him. They were only as thick as his fingers, but they were like a mountain pressing down on his head, pressing his body down from the void.
His body fell rapidly, piercing through countless golden threads, but in the blink of an eye, he was covered with scars and blood...
The next moment!
Bang!
His body slammed heavily on the ground, creating a bloody pit on the ground...
"Ah——"
The Holy Tower Guardian Xingchen, like a wounded beast, screamed to the sky, his fingers sank into the mud, his fingertips were broken, and he stood up unwillingly...
However, the golden silk thread pressed him firmly, making him crawl on the ground, unable to stand up...
"You look at the world with the eyes of an ant all day long... In fact, you are just an ant."
The Holy Tower Guardian, who was once high and mighty, has now become an ant in the mud. Lou Qianxue didn't even want to argue with him...
She stretched out her delicate jade feet and stepped down...
Crack!
Crack!
The golden silk thread was broken.
The golden foot that had collapsed the Holy Tower before appeared again, crushing down and stepping on the flesh and blood of the Holy Tower Guardian Xingchen...
Puff!
The unstable, wounded, and invincible Xingchen was trampled into a pool of blood and flesh...
Crush!
This was a real crush!
Jian Wushuang and Xuehua, who had been following Lou Qianxue since Yunzhou City, and had tried their best to catch up with her, finally arrived at this time.
They happened to see the scene of the Holy Tower Guardian being ruthlessly crushed by the golden giant palm...
They were stunned for a moment, staring at the scene in front of them with their eyes stagnant...
"Good! So strong!"
They were deeply shocked!
They had seen with their own eyes how strong the Holy Tower Guardian was, but they didn't expect...
The opponent was under Lou Qianxue's hands... Oh no, under his feet, and he didn't even have the ability to resist!
"Is this the Martial Ancestor?"
The two of them turned their eyes away blankly and looked at Lou Qianxue, who was wearing a white dress, standing in the wind, with long hair flying, like a god.
Lou Qianxue looked down at the Holy Tower indifferently, and then took a step forward, completely destroying the entire Holy Tower...
The eighth-level spiritual weapon was useless.
Then, she narrowed her beautiful eyes and whispered in the wind: "From now on, I will be the king of Tianxuan!"
The leader of Tianshan Sword Sect was right. When Xingchen, the guardian of the Holy Tower, first came to Xuanji Mansion to challenge her, she had already made up her mind to unify Tianxuan!