When everyone heard these four words, they were like ducks choked by the neck, and they were choked and unable to speak.

"Hmph!" the god of war snorted coldly and said no more.

Kawajin stood still, his tense face with a hint of anger, the Lord of Souls was too arrogant to take everyone in his eyes at all.

"Chen Feng, Chen Feng, why are you going?"

When everyone was silent, Wu Zhantian saw Chen Feng walking forward, and subconsciously shouted in his mouth.

Chen Feng turned a deaf ear, with an expressionless expression, ready to go straight to the palace.

"Chen Feng. Don't be impulsive. Kawajin hurriedly pulled him back.

"Could it be that the Lord of the Soul is hanging everyone here?" Chen Feng said with grief and indignation.

"I understand your feelings, but now is not the time to be impulsive. Kawajin said very calmly.

"Boy, you have a bit of courage and boldness, I appreciate you!" The god of war stood up unexpectedly, reached out and patted Chen Feng's shoulder.

"Here he comes, the man comes out. A person next to him suddenly said.

Everyone looked up and saw that the arrogant-looking white-armored leader was slowly walking out of the palace.

"You come with me, no one should run around, there will be no forgiveness for violators!" the leader of the white armor waved his hand and said lazily.

When the people heard this, they saw his impatient look, and they held back the anger in their hearts, and followed him towards the palace.

Along the way, Chuan Shen and Chen Feng walked in the front, followed by a group of silent plane masters, and the atmosphere seemed very depressing. No one said much.

The leader of the white armor looked indifferent, led everyone to the palace, turned around and said coldly: "Go up this ninety-nine hundred and ninety-nine stone steps, and the Lord is waiting for you in the main hall." As soon as he finished speaking, he walked away without even the slightest superfluous explanation.

"Arrogant, it's too arrogant!" The god of war was angry and angry, and was pulled by the god of Sichuan.

"It's all here, and if you have any grievances, I'll talk about it when I see someone. Kawajin turned back to the crowd and said, "Let's go!"

"Yes, Kawajin-senpai. "The rest of the crowd should say in unison, they are not as powerful as the god of war, and they have no right to speak.

With patience, everyone climbed the stairs step by step, and it took a quarter of an hour to come to the outside of the closed hall.

Before anyone could catch their breath, an ancient voice came from inside: "The visitor is a guest, open the door!"

Boom Boom –

With a dull sound, the heavy doors on both sides were opened by the powerful man, and the scene inside came into view.

I saw a tall and golden throne, sitting a gray-haired old man, flanked by several powerful guards, and a group of beautiful maidservants who served him.

Underneath the throne, rows of quaint stone tables are rectangular and filled with various spiritual fruit snacks, which look very delicious.

On the stone chair on the left, a group of plane masters were already seated, all looking at Chen Feng and the others with different faces.

"Coming?" the old man was the mysterious soul master, he didn't raise his head, and asked lightly while drinking the spirit wine.

"Arrived. Chuanshen's face remained unchanged, and he replied in a deep voice.

"Find your own seat and sit down, you're welcome. The Soul Lord glanced at Chen Feng in the crowd faintly, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

"Good. Kawajin nodded, waved his hand behind him, and everyone did as he said, finding their own places to sit down.

After a while, everyone except one of the lords of the lower plane sat down.

"No place for me?" the man asked, looking a little embarrassed, looking back weakly.

"Who is Chen Feng, stand up by yourself, there is no place for you here. ”

The face of the Soul Lord showed a look of expectation, and he said in a stern and cold voice: "What qualifications does a kid who doesn't know which mountain lump he jump out of nowhere?"

"You!" Chen Feng heard this, his heart was angry, and he stood up on the spot. Angry eyes stared at the high Lord of Souls.

"Do you have an opinion?" the Soul Lord lowered his head to look at Chen Feng, rubbing a series of fierce sparks.

Before the two sides began to negotiate in real terms, it was already a tense atmosphere.

"Chen Feng, you sit here with me!" Wu Zhantian was very righteous, and automatically stood up, holding his arms with both hands, and leaned on the stone pillar of the main hall.

"Count you ruthless!" Chen Feng's face sank, and he let the Lord of the Plane who had no seat sit down, and then stood side by side with Wu Zhantian, completely ignoring the oppression of the Lord of Souls.

"Ambitious!"

The Lord of Souls nodded, a mocking smile flashing across his face, and turned back and ordered, "Remove that table for me." Since he wants to stand, let him stand all the time!"

"Yes, Lord!" said one of the guards, stepping out of formation and carrying the stone table out of the hall.

"Kawajin, why are you looking for me?" the Lord of Souls looked at Kawajin and asked knowingly.

"I've heard that you've captured people from all over the world, and they're all my people, and I want you to give me an explanation. Kawajin said in a deep voice.

"What kind of explanation do you want?" asked the Lord of Souls with amusement.

"Let go!" Kawajin said without hesitation.

"You said that if you release people, you will release them, so wouldn't I be very shameless?"

The Lord of Souls smiled abruptly, looked around and asked, "Isn't his request funny?"

"yes. My lord, the god of Kawajin is too naïve!"

"With so many people, it looks like you want to make trouble!"

"Dare to do it here, I see that they are impatient!"

The group of plane lords sitting on the left said gossip when they heard the words.

Chuan Shen and the others on the right, hearing these humiliating words, all looked tense, and their faces were flushed.

"I'm sorry, I refuse your request. ”

The Lord of Souls was very satisfied with everyone's pursuit, turned his head to stare at the gloomy face of the Kawajin, and deliberately asked, "Do you have any other questions?"

"No!" Kawajin knew that this matter might not be good, so he sat down.

"You don't, but I do. The Lord of Souls glanced to the left, and one of the Plane Lords stood up.

"Chen Feng, you killed my son, and today, I want to take revenge!"

The man's face was hideous, he jumped up suddenly, came to the open space in the middle, and shouted: "Little miscellaneous pieces, there is a kind of battle!"

"Who are you?" Chen Feng was named, looking up at the angry middle-aged man.

"Han Tianwei, Han Jun's father!" Han Tianwei gritted his teeth. Said in a cold tone.

"It turns out that you are Han Jun's father, if you really have a father, you must have a son!" Chen Feng's eyes turned cold when he heard this.

"You're looking for death!"

Han Tianwei took out a spear from the storage ring, pointed it at Chen Feng from afar, and said in a cold voice: "Little beast, there is a kind of battle!"

"Fight here?" Chen Feng glanced back at the Lord of Souls. Seeing his indifferent face, he knew that he had arranged this matter.

"Chen Feng, come back quickly!" Chuan Shen knew the grievances between Chen Feng and Han Jun, but Han Tianwei, as the master of the eighth plane, easily fought with him, and I was afraid that the auspicious would be unpredictable.

"Little brute. Are you a coward who dares to do it?"

Han Tianwei tried his best to ridicule and sneered: "If you are still a man, come out and fight with me, no matter whether you win or lose, the revenge of killing my son can be written off after the war!"

"A war of enmity?" Chen Feng heard this, and a sneer burst in his heart, this person's mind is really vicious, and he deliberately said so much, in fact, he had a determination to kill, and wanted to kill himself on the spot.

If Chen Feng is still the same as before, he may not have the strength to fight with him. Not even the courage to fight.

But now, after this period of tempering, Chen Feng has mastered the power gem, and he is naturally fearless.

"Little brute, do you dare to fight?" Han Tianwei asked repeatedly.

"Don't talk nonsense, come on, you old bastard!" Chen Feng scolded back-for-tat.

When Han Tianwei heard this, his eyes were bloodshot, in front of so many plane masters, Chen Feng scolded him in public, it was a great shame.

"You...... I will die today!" Han Tianwei said word by word with a hideous face.

"That's a lot of nonsense!" Chen Feng knew the other party's ghost thoughts, and he didn't bother to say more nonsense to him.

As soon as the words fell, he took the lead in making a move, and swung out with a fist carrying monstrous power.

Rumble!

Han Tianwei held the spear in his hand and hurriedly dodged, causing Chen Feng's fist to miss.

"Come again!" Chen Feng took the lead and continued to fight with him.

I could only hear the sound of breaking the air, and even the surrounding space was almost blown up by him.

The Lord of Souls sat on the high platform and waved his hand lightly, laying down a protective barrier to isolate the aftermath of the battle between the two.

Han Tianwei was close to Chen Feng and was pressed and beaten all the time. was so angry that he had to drop his spear, give up the weapon he was good at, and swing his fist to meet him.

Bang!

Bang!

There was a sound of flesh colliding, and the two fists were fist-to-flesh, and the battle was fierce.

Han Tianwei knew that Chen Feng had a power gem. It's just that he didn't expect his strength to be so great, and he let out an angry roar from his mouth, and immediately withdrew violently, pinching out a magic trick in his hand, and the surrounding aura was instantly swept away by him.

"Too Void Divine Palm!"

A giant aura palm with mana condensed into a divine pattern pressed towards Chen Feng with a magnificent momentum. It was about to burst his flesh.

"Carving insect skills!" Chen Feng sneered, clenched his fist with one hand, and hammered out without fear.

I heard a loud bang!

The blue jade slabs under the feet of the two of them burst one after another, revealing deep pits on the ground, and the surrounding space was almost shattered, and black holes of different sizes loomed.

"It's so strong!"

The lords of the plane sitting on both sides had a look of horror on their faces.

They knew that Han Tianwei was the Lord of the Eighth Plane, whether it was hand-to-hand combat or long-range fighting, he was very good at it, but they didn't expect Chen Feng's combat power to be so powerful!

"Brother. You're too fierce, aren't you?"

Wu Zhantian couldn't stand still, he only felt that his whole body was full of fighting intent, his eyes were extremely hot, and he was staring at the battle in the field.

"Little brute, you forced me!" Han Tianwei burst into a mouth, and his hands pinched out a strange posture. The second move began to be brewed.