Chapter 1143: Luo Yu’s Sorrow

When the violent air wave was about to sweep farther into the city, a group of Martial Emperor warriors in Chudu finally joined forces and gathered a large amount of heaven and earth energy to form a barrier. This stopped the spread of the air wave and prevented more people. Civilians died violent deaths.

"Okay, what a terrifying duel. This is the attack from the powerful Martial Emperor, a being from the Cave Heaven Realm!"

The martial emperors of Chu were horrified. The duel between these two men brought an unthinkable disaster to the capital of Chu.

This is the world of the strong. The reason why the strong regard ordinary people as ants can wipe out tens of millions of people in a flash. Will such beings still regard weak beings as their companions?

The current martial emperors finally understood the ruthlessness of some saints who indifferently set up fire-fighting killings to collect blood essence energy and soul energy.

Emperor Wu was so terrifying, and that saint who could destroy heaven and earth didn't even take people weaker than him seriously.

This is where the progress of martial arts lies, and it is also the sorrow of the weak after the indifference of human nature in life.

When the blast wave dissipated, there were only the shattered space cracks in the sky. The huge space cracks filled the sky one by one, like a hideous and terrifying beast's mouth, choosing to devour people.

In the sky, there was only one figure, the White Tiger Demon Emperor Annan, whose white tiger-striped robe was broken and whose broken arm was slowly reborn, and the space crack that had not yet healed and was exuding space turbulence.

Where is Luo Yu? Perhaps it had been wiped out by this attack.

White Tiger Demon Emperor Annan also showed a hint of shock in his eyes. A human martial emperor who had just entered the Yuan Fei Realm could actually deliver a powerful blow comparable to that of a martial emperor who had just entered the Cave Heaven Realm!

"If this boy is fine, maybe he will be able to make me, the demon clan, look up to him one day. Unfortunately, you no longer have the chance."

Annan muttered to himself that Luo Yu would not survive under that kind of attack.

After all, he is the Demon Emperor of the Cave Heaven at the Six Yuan Spring Realm. Even a real Martial Emperor who has just entered the Cave Heaven will die under his full blow, let alone a Martial Emperor who only has the cultivation level of the Yuan Fei Realm. Woolen cloth? How could he withstand his full blow?

"Luo Yu is dead. He had a close relationship with Emperor Samsara, but he killed my son. My revenge is only based on karma. He shouldn't cause trouble for me."

Annan talked to himself, and seemed to be comforting himself. That reincarnation emperor was such a terrifying existence that even the arrogant monsters and beasts had to lower their arrogant heads in front of him.

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Annan was naturally afraid of Emperor Samsara, but the revenge of his son's murder prevented him from caring so much. If his son died, he would be afraid of Emperor Samsara and dare not take revenge, and his reputation among the demon clan would probably be ruined.

"Hey, but I should go into the cave to practice first to avoid the limelight. Fortunately, the emperor is no longer in the ancient world."

Annan then took one step forward and disappeared hundreds of miles away into the void of Chudu.

The people in Chudu looked at the void filled with dense space cracks, and their eyes widened.

"Where is the Sword Emperor? Where is the peerless Sword Emperor Luo Yu?"

"What a terrifying blow. I'm afraid Luo Yu has already died from that move."

"Hey~ Nowadays, there are three tribes of humans, monsters and demons, and ferocious beasts run rampant. We, the human race, have few masters to begin with. Luo Yu was originally a figure who had the hope of becoming an emperor, but he provoked the killing of a being like the White Tiger Demon Emperor. A generation of geniuses fell. It's really Pity"

Many of the martial emperors sighed in their hearts.

"Hahaha ~ die well, die well. Without Luo Yu, I don't think who among the current Zixia Tianzong can resist Ding. Zixia Tianzong, after all, I, the God of War, will have the last laugh."

In the War Temple, Mu Chen burst out laughing. After all, the war emperor's mind was too small. He did not take the safety of the human race into consideration, and his eyes were still limited to the borders of the human clan's clans. Compared with Xiang Yu, he was far behind. .

The pattern in your heart determines your future sky. The martial arts of War Emperor Mu Chen may only stop here in his lifetime.

"Luo Yu, are you really dead? You agreed to break the situation together and kill the saint. I, Xiang Yu, have been waiting for you."

The peerless beauty held the Overlord's hand, Xiang Yu looked at the space cracks in the sky that were slowly healing, and sighed in his heart.

He and Luo Yu are rivals, but also like friends. They have similar personalities and temperaments. They are also the geniuses of the human race. Heroes were heroes in the past.

"Haha, but I don't want to believe that you died like this. You are the man who withstood more than a hundred tribulation thunders and defeated my overlord Xiang Yu. I will wait for the day when you return with the sword."

Xiang Yu laughed, remembering his madness again, and didn't want to believe that Luo Yu would die.

"Retreat, practice, and wait for you to come back to break the situation and kill the saint!"

Not long after, a piece of breaking news spread from the Chu Kingdom to the entire continent and the entire human race.

Luo Yu, the astonishing genius of the ancient Cang human race, the Peerless Sword Emperor, had a head-on collision with the White Tiger Demon Emperor Annan outside Chudu City, and was killed with a single blow, leaving no trace of his body!

As soon as this news came out, it caused an uproar in the mainland and the human race, like a bomb exploding on the lake.

Zixia Tianzong, a white soul-calling sail, the disciples of Jiufeng are sad.

"No, how is it possible? How could the Sword Emperor die? How could the Master die? It's a lie. I don't believe it, Master~"

"Monster clan, demon clan, what a demon clan. I, the master, have to bear the heavy humiliation for you demon clan. You demon clan has added insult to injury and now kills my master. I, the disciple of Huoling Peak, will be at odds with the royal clan of the demon clan in this life!"

In the aspirational summit.

The disciples of the Eight Hundred Summit Summit were kneeling in the hall, wearing white mourning on their heads and wearing white clothes. Their eyes contained overwhelming anger and cold murderous intent. Above the hall, there was a golden throne, but unfortunately there was no one on it.

These eight hundred people are all people who have come out of the Summit Summit over the years. Many have become sect elders, and many have become Lingdong Deacons.

Sister Xiaoqiao, Luo Qing, Wang Tao, Qi Feng, Luo Yan, and a large group of people knelt in front and wept. Xiaoqiao held the soul jade, and his nails pierced into his palms, and blood flowed.

"You said you would come back, you lied, Xiaoyu, why did you lie to me!"

Xiaoqiao cried heartbrokenly in Qifeng's arms.

"Brother Yu, you won't die. How could you die? I'm waiting for you to preside over the wedding for me and Luo Zhu. Brother Yu, ah~"

Xiao Dan cried like a child, and Luo Zhu wiped his tears to comfort him.

"Uh-huh!"

Luo Qing stood up and slashed with his sword.

Poof!

The little finger of his left hand was cut off by him, and cold blood flowed all over his palm. The pain of the broken finger was not as painful as the pain in his heart.

Luo Qing's eyes had never looked at the throne so firmly.

"Brother Yu, don't worry. The White Tiger Clan will definitely not fare well if you leave. I, Luo Qing, swear with my blood and life that in this life I will make the destruction of the White Tiger Clan my martial arts goal!"

The eight hundred disciples who aspired to the summit stood up indifferently and cut off a finger. They did not speak, but they made the same oath as Luo Qing in their hearts.

The blood debt must be repaid with blood. To win the summit, everyone must retreat to death. The goal of martial arts in this life is to destroy the White Tiger clan!