The light curtain of the Guardian Circle enveloped the entire Lionheart City, and almost everyone could see the vision in the sky. However, few people knew that it was a battle of the three saints!

In Lionheart, at the door of a normal tavern. There's an old beggar in rags!

The old beggar looked to be sixty or seventy years old, with sparse hair, with only a few long white hairs scattered on his head.

His eyes were blank, staring blankly at a corner. Even if someone threw something to eat or a copper plate into his broken bowl, he didn't react in the slightest.

The heavenly vision caused many people in the tavern to come out and watch.

The old beggar seemed to have an investigation, raised his head and glanced at the sky, retracted his gaze and continued to wander!

He was so out of place with everything around him that nothing could get his attention.

As time passed, the battle in the sky came to an end.

Although Qi Zhentian blocked the Pavilion Master and the black-robed man from joining forces, he could not exert his full strength without the assistance of the spirit body.

Under the siege of the two, Qi Zhentian slowly showed fatigue and began to show injuries.

The power of rules is useful, but it's not endless. At the end of the day, it's just a sublimation of spells. It's still elemental power and soul power that are consumed!

The consequence of constantly using the power of the rules was that Qi Zhentian's soul power was almost exhausted. But if he didn't, he might not even be able to stop that thunder spirit!

Lin Xuan couldn't see the Sage fighting, but the area occupied by the red in the sky was slowly decreasing. His heart also became cold as the color disappeared!

Glancing at Zimo Xing Mu's direction, the two of them had already woken up faintly at this time. Face the cage of fiery serpents and the few men in black who prey on them. It soon became clear what was going on.

They began to struggle, Zi Mo had just come into contact with cultivation, even if she had god-level talent, it would take a long time to transform into the corresponding strength. So her struggles were largely futile.

Xing Mu has a fourth-order cultivation, which is a small trouble for a few people in black!

In order to silence him completely. Among the men in black, a wood mage unleashes a spell. Stingy-covered vines grew out of the ground, binding Xing Mu layer by layer. The sharp stinger pierced into the skin, paralyzing the toxin into the blood! Xing Mu soon fell into a coma again.

Purple blood oozed down the wound.

A strange wind blew in the imperial palace, and everyone had an inexplicable panic in their hearts. Unwarranted stress makes it hard to breathe.

As time went on, this feeling became more and more intense. It's as if some wild beast has awakened!

The power of the various elements in the sky was also stirred up by this demonic wind, like a bucket with various pigments poured into it!

Even the battle between Qi Zhentian and the Pavilion Master's black-robed man stopped at this moment! They also sensed the abnormality, and a bad feeling rose in their hearts

It was as if they had disturbed some sleeping powerful being. It's indescribably powerful, indescribable. Even the Holy Order is like an ant in their eyes!

Since being promoted to the Holy Rank, Qi Zhentian hadn't felt this way for a long time. Small, powerless, life is not controlled by oneself!

The Akame-mad Lion faced Lionheart City and lowered his head as if he had surrendered. It's amazing that elemental spirits can still think.

The Three-Headed Hellhound felt the breath and pressure, but was unwilling to comply, and roared towards Lionheart. Suddenly, it sensed something terrible, and its mouth let out a whimpering sound, and it tried to flee in a restless and anxious way!

The Pavilion Master resisted the urge to run away, searching through the light curtain in Lionheart. Wondering who exactly is causing him the pressure.

"Purple blood is respected, and the emperor of heaven is sealed!"

A voice seemed to ring out in everyone's hearts. The vines that bound Xing Mu began to tremble, and then withered.

Several black-robed people in the fire snake cage also sensed that something was wrong, and the surrounding space was constantly repelling them. The invisible force of rules is going to squeeze them out of this world!

"Ahh Then it disappeared between heaven and earth, leaving not even dust behind!

Several other black-clothed people in the dark hall also disappeared one after another, leaving only Lin Xuan and the others looking at each other with a shocked expression!

Zi Mo saw several black-clothed people disappear in pain in front of her, and she was so frightened that she couldn't speak.

The ninth-order black-robed man in the dark hall didn't say a word, turned around and disappeared. Apparently frightened by this strange scene!

The Pavilion Master has lived all these endless years, and has never heard of such a situation. didn't even see the person who made the move, and several strong people with good cultivation died strangely. It's so puzzling how to die!

He suddenly thought of the past of the Li clan, about meritorious deeds, about rescuing sentient beings, about the Heavenly Emperor!

"Could it be that someone has come back from the long road of darkness?"

He thought to himself.

He knows the Li people better than anyone else in the Lionheart Empire!

That long road, which was infected by the blood of all living beings, hid the biggest secret of the entire Godfall Continent, and possessed the power to destroy the entire Godfall Continent.

A war against darkness that has lasted for countless years, and only by reaching the Holy Rank can you get a glimpse of the truth and be qualified to participate in that war!

The Pavilion Master was full of fear there, and the people who could be killed from there were enough to make him shudder.

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned into a ray of thunder and disappeared into the sky.

The powerful sense of oppression in Lionheart City faded away, as if it had never existed.

The departure of the black-robed man and the pavilion master did not make Qi Zhentian feel relaxed. For the first time, he felt that Lionheart City was too much for him to see!

Qi Zhentian had no doubt that as long as the person in the secret was willing, the entire Lionheart City would turn into ashes in an instant!

The only thing to be thankful for is that it seems that the person secretly is not an enemy of the Li people.

"I don't know which senior lives in seclusion in Lionheart City, Qi Zhentian thanks his seniors for their help!" Qi Zhentian's voice echoed throughout Lionheart City.

At this time, the city protection array in the sky had been closed, revealing Qi Zhentian's figure. He clenched his hands into fists and spoke in an extremely respectful tone. Judging by the strength that the man showed. He thinks he's far inferior!

No one responded from Lionheart City, and everyone looked up, looking up at Qi Zhentian with feverish eyes. They all know that this is the ancestor of the Akamezu Crazy Lion Clan, the patron saint of the Lionheart Empire!

Qi Zhentian clenched his fists in the air for a long time, but no one responded, knowing that the person should be reluctant to show his face.

With a sigh, he floated down from the sky.

The guards took the frightened Zi Mo and the unconscious Xing Mu back to the bedroom respectively, and Lin Xuan and the injured Xiao Lu went to visit the two. After learning that it was okay, he returned to his room.

Along the way, he was guessing who the last-minute shot was.

That sentence: "Purple blood is respected, and the emperor is the emperor." "What do you mean!

The fog that shrouded the Li people seemed to be getting thicker and thicker.