Godly Villain System/C15 Ye Xuan Vs Han Hao
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C15 Ye Xuan Vs Han Hao

The instant the Brahma Spirit fell, the Elder who had released the Grass Holy Land stood up with a 'whoosh'.

"Ye Wudao, how dare your Real Martial Holy Land people kill you? Is he trying to bully my Grass Holy Land? " With an angry roar, the powerful aura of the Palace Opening Stage instantly erupted.

Shi Jian was proud of his status. Naturally, he wouldn't attack Ye Danfeng, who was like a small shrimp in his eyes, instead, he vented all of his anger towards Ye Wudao.

"Hehe, in a fight between martial artists, life and death will be decided by fate. If Brahma is not good at martial arts, then who can be blamed?" Ye Wudao chuckled without even casting a glance at her.

"Old Ye Wudao!" Lu Wei's anger exploded. Just as he was about to say something, Grass Saint Lord's voice sounded.

"Enough!" Grass Saint Lord's face was gloomy, he pulled Shi Jian back, then coldly glanced at Ye Wudao, "Fighters battle, life and death are decided by fate, my Grass Holy Land also has people who walk the path of death, I hope your Real Martial Holy Land does not regret at that time."

When Ye Wudao heard what Grass Saint Lord said, his pupils constricted and the light in his eyes became brighter. His gaze towards Grass Saint Lord became increasingly unfriendly.

Although Ye Wudao and Grass Saint Lord's cultivation were one whole stage lower than each other, but when had Ye Wudao ever been afraid of this?

"Liu Li, you're being too serious. In the exchange of pointers between the younger generation, there will be occasional failures, and death or injury is unavoidable. " At this time, Saint Lord Bai Yu said smilingly, "But the various saint children are all Zhongtian Region candidates, so there shouldn't be any more accidents during the upcoming Battle of the saint children."

"Humph!" Hearing Bai Yu's words, Liu Li coldly snorted and said no more.

Saint Lord had always been aloof, and having just lost a mere Brahma Spirit, Grass Saint Lord naturally did not pay too much attention to him. Just now, he had been angry and even threatened, but he had just been disgraced.

After this upheaval, the battle between the quasi-Saint sons could no longer continue. Therefore, Du Wuchen hurriedly went up the stage to announce the official start of the Battle of Saint Sons.

After the drawing of lots was over, the two battles were presented before everyone's eyes.

Real Martial Holy Land Wu Steel VS Profound Ice Holy Land Han Hao

Grass Holy Land, Shi Xin, VS, Phoenix Dance Holy Land, Ni Changer

Han Hao slowly stood up from his seat and took a step forward. At the next moment, his figure appeared on the arena.

"Senior Martial Brother Han, you can do it!"

"Senior Brother Han you're the best, explode Real Martial Holy Land!"

"Extremely close!" Senior Brother Han is so strong! "

At this moment, the disciples of the Profound Ice Holy Land were all cheering.

Xuan Bing, Saint Lord and Han Feng wore a smile on their faces. Obviously, they were very satisfied with Han Hao's "Proximity" move.

On the Real Martial Holy Land side, Ye Xuan's appearance was very normal, he did not use any abilities, and only slowly walked up the stage step by step.

Seeing Ye Xuan enter the stage so casually, the Real Martial Holy Land disciples had already begun to cheer, and forcibly repress their cheers.

"What happened to Eldest Martial Senior?"

"If he comes out, then he's weaker than the Profound Ice Holy Land, aiya!"

"Will Eldest Martial Senior lose?"

"Pui!" Pui! Pui! "What nonsense are you spouting?"

The group of Real Martial Holy Land disciples discussed softly.

"Zhen Wu, Ye Xuan!"

"Xuan Bing, Han Hao!"

With that, a cold aura exploded from Han Hao's body.

Chilling red appeared on Han Hao's body and expanded at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye. In just a moment, the entire stage was covered with a thick layer of ice.

The temperature in the area plummeted, and snow started falling from the sky. One piece, two pieces, three pieces … In the blink of an eye, it had turned into a heavy snowstorm.

"What a terrifying icy aura!"

"This Saint Han Hao really lives up to his reputation!"

"Is this the Frozen End Thousand Li Frost Holy Land?"

"This is too scary!"

"If we go up, I'm afraid we'll freeze to death."

The ultimate skill of the Frost Holy Land, Frozen Seal Five Thousand Li, was said to be able to completely freeze a thousand Li in one breath. Of course, with Han Hao's current cultivation level, he couldn't freeze a thousand miles, but sealing a distance of ten miles wasn't a problem.

"This power of frost is quite strong, but it can't do anything to me." Since Ye Xuan possessed the Supreme Saint Body, he was naturally not afraid of a mere power of ice.

A hint of surprise flashed across Han Hao's eyes when he saw that Ye Xuan was still able to move freely. However, Han Hao did not expect Ye Xuan to be defeated by Ye Xuan just by releasing the power of ice.

"Ice and Snow!"

Han Hao urged the Spirit Element in his body, and the surrounding temperature dropped again. The snowflakes that were fluttering in the sky instantly went berserk, turning into a tornado. With an aggressive momentum, they swept towards Ye Xuan in an earth-shattering manner.

Strong gales raged and snow danced in the air. It was as if only a vast expanse of whiteness remained in the world. The disciples of the Sacred Grounds below the stage were already unable to see Ye Xuan and Han Hao's figures clearly.

Seeing Han Hao being so powerful with his superb frost power, the observing Real Martial Holy Land disciples all paled in shock.

"What should we do? I hope Eldest Martial Senior can block it. "

"Eldest Martial Senior might really lose!"

"How could Han Hao be so strong?"

"I've heard that we've never won a single match in the past few years. It seems that we'll have to lose this time."

Even the group of Real Martial Holy Land Elders frowned. In their memories, Ye Xuan did not have such a strong cultivation.

"Let's lose. I'm already used to losing anyway." Second Elder Sikong Qi sighed.

"Ye Xuan can't count on that. When will we be able to win?" Third Elder Sikong Lin also shook his head.

Ye Wudao clenched his fists tightly. He was unwilling to accept that Ye Xuan was his grandson. The Battle of the Sons could be said to have entrusted him with all his hopes. Even though his hopes were slim, he was still hoping for a miracle to happen.

If the morale on the side of the Real Martial Holy Land was low, then everyone on the side of the Profound Ice Holy Land would be overjoyed.

"Didn't I say it before? Every Battle of Saint Sons in the Real Martial Holy Land is at the bottom, how could Ye Xuan beat Senior Brother Han?"

"The Real Martial Holy Land has already declined day in and day out. It's already getting worse and worse every year. What are you going to use to compete with us?"

"Saint Son Ye Xuan's reputation is just for show. This kind of trash might not even be in the top twenty of our Profound Ice Holy Land."

"Senior Brother Han must show mercy, don't kill Ye Xuan, otherwise, your Real Martial Holy Land will lose all its face."

"Hahaha, what face does Real Martial Holy Land have now?"

Not only did the people of the Profound Ice Holy Land mock him, even the disciples of the Phoenix Dance Holy Land and Grass Holy Land revealed expressions of schadenfreude.

Ye Xuan, who was in the snow, acted as if he didn't hear anything. He slowly stretched out his left hand and spat out a few words.

"Come out, Blue Lotus Core Fire!"

The Blue Lotus Core Fire suddenly appeared on Ye Xuan's left palm and jumped around happily.

The seemingly weak flame now emitted an extremely terrifying aura.

The instant the Blue Lotus Core Fire appeared, the snow and wind that filled the sky melted without a trace.

The blizzard that had been so fierce before dissipated into nothingness.

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