Chapter 1032: This Is All You Can Do? You Want to Kill Me Too?

"Shua!"

As the Indian saint Harris waved the golden branch in his hand, the golden branch suddenly grew.

Under the gaze of everyone, the golden branch grew seven small branches out of thin air, all blood red, and an extremely terrifying aura emanated from it.

"Such a strong blood aura, worthy of being the spiritual treasure of the strongest man in India-Jerard Beast King!"

"It is said that in order to refine this treasure, Lord Gerard forcibly killed hundreds of thousands of refugees, and this golden sacred tree absorbed hundreds of thousands of blood..."

At that moment, some Western strongmen changed color.

And many Chinese strongmen stared at the emperor realm sacred tree, their faces solemn to the extreme.

The spiritual treasure of the Beast King!

Can Ye Nankuang resist it?

"Shua shua shua..."

Then, the seven small branches on the Emperor Realm Divine Tree moved in the wind, and then flew out together, like the ferocious giant tongues of ancient beasts.

As the Golden Divine Tree soared, the body of Harris, the Indian Saint, shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was obvious that he had sacrificed all his blood and qi.

"Ye Nankuang, go to hell!"

"Hahaha!"

Harris, who was shriveled like a mummy, laughed wildly.

As his voice fell.

The seven ferocious giant tongue-like branches rushed straight to Ye Chen with a monstrous murderous aura, and the momentum was so great that it almost covered the entire world.

"This is all you can do? You want to kill me too?!!"

Ye Chen put one hand behind his back and stretched out one hand from his chest. The action seemed extremely ordinary.

But in the eyes of everyone, it was like a giant claw of a green dragon sweeping across the domain, forcibly crossing the sky.

"Boom..."

The giant claws of the Azure Dragon directly wrapped the golden sacred tree that covered the sky. The visible storm of vitality swept around wildly, accompanied by a large amount of blood.

The power was shocking!

The Indian saint Harris vomited blood and retreated repeatedly, with extreme horror on his face: "How is this possible? How is this possible!!!"

That was the spiritual treasure given by his master, the only beast king in India. Even the beast king in the West or the saint in the East could not destroy it, right?

However, it was crushed by Ye Chen?

Thinking of this, his expression suddenly changed, and then he looked at Ye Chen fiercely: "You... You are a saint..."

"Die!"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Chen stepped forward, and endless divine power bloomed under his feet.

"Bang!"

Ye Chen's eyes were full of murderous intent, his eyes were terrifying, his black hair was flying, and with one foot, he directly crushed the former's body and turned his soul into ashes.

Suddenly, there was a dead silence in the sky and on the ground!

At this moment, whether it was the strong men in the East or the West, they all changed color and felt terrified from the bottom of their hearts.

Especially the strong men in the West, they were almost desperate!

Although Harris, the Indian saint, was only a quasi-saint, his strength was enough to squeeze into the top 20 in the world, and he had the help of the beast king's weapon. I am afraid that even if the beast king took action himself, he could not kill him so quickly!

However, now he was trampled to death by Ye Chen!

"Saint!!!"

"He is a saint!!!"

Some of the strongest men in the secret realm who survived roared continuously, with deep disbelief written on their faces.

As soon as these words came out!

The whole audience was silent!

Saint!

This fighting power represents the existence of the beast king level in the West. Looking at the world, it is only counted on one hand!

Some people don't want to believe it!

But the facts are in front of us!

From the beginning of the war between the East and the West to now, it has only been half an hour, but too many strong men have died in Ye Chen's hands!

Harris, the Indian saint!

Japanese Yin-Yang Master Tian Yin Xie Shi!

The second prince of the British blood clan!

Christian, the high priest of Totem City!

…

Totaling more than twenty, and they are all the strongest from the major secret realms and holy places!

“Die!”

At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, Huang Quan Patriarch killed a beast king from Mount Olympus with one sword!

Ye Wushuang, Luo Tianya and others killed many people one after another, causing the balance of the battle to finally tilt towards China.

And the god envoy from Mount Olympus had already fought with the Kunlun Ruins Saint Zi Qingcang to the ninth heaven. Both sides were injured and seemed to be fighting desperately.

"The situation in the West is over. What should we do now? Should we flee?"

"No, if we flee directly, the Chinese strongmen will surely pursue us and we will die faster!"

"How could Ye Nankuang be so powerful? If I had known this earlier, I would not have joined the Eastern Expedition Army even if I was beaten to death..."

For a while, the Western Army was full of discussions. Many people were terrified and regretted not falling.

In the final analysis, Ye Chen had no grudges against some of the secret realms and holy places among them.

The reason why they participated was purely because they thought that with so many secret realms and holy places in the West joining forces, Ye Nankuang would definitely lose, so they also joined in, just to fish in troubled waters and get a share of the pie.

However, who would have thought that after the real war, it would be such an unacceptable ending for them.

"Now we can only see whether Hermes, the envoy of the Holy Mountain - Mount Olympus, can reverse the decline!"

"The envoy of the God has been held back by the saints of the East, and I'm afraid he can't take care of us, unless we have a hidden back-up plan!"

Countless Western strongmen were secretly terrified.

As if to verify his guess.

At this moment, a young man in a suit stepped out, looked at Ye Chen and sneered: "Ye Nankuang, don't be too proud too early. Before you come, my blood clan has already made a backup plan!"

"My Holy See also has a backup plan!" The only remaining cardinal in the Vatican camp also sneered.

Before everyone could react, the young man in a suit suddenly bit his tongue and quickly drew a strange blood rune in the air.

"Respected First Prince Nicholas, your most loyal child Gaia is offering blood as a sacrifice, waiting for your arrival!"

The young man in a suit knelt on the ground, extremely pious.

As his voice fell, the originally turbulent Western camp suddenly heard a series of extremely fierce noises.

Prince Nicholas!

The first prince of the British blood clan, no one knows how many years he has lived, and no one has ever seen his face!

The only thing we know is that everyone who has seen him is dead, and it is said that the current blood clan demon feast party is his descendants!

This man can be called the father of the blood clan!

"He is actually going to summon the First Prince Nicholas. In this case, Ye Nankuang will definitely die!"

Many Western strongmen were secretly delighted, and their eyes were fixed on the space around them, vaguely preparing to welcome him.

However, as time passed, there was no movement between heaven and earth.

In the end, even the face of the young blood clan man changed. He kowtowed again and said: "Respected First Prince Nicholas, your most loyal child Gaia is offering blood as a sacrifice and awaiting your arrival!"

"Are you going to summon this waste?"

And at this moment, a faint voice that seemed to be disdainful came from the western sky.