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Chapter 1452: Kill That Opponent of Yours for Me!

They had just witnessed that battle firsthand, and it left them enormously shaken!

Actually, in terms of absolute power, Henas clearly had the upper hand.

The Gang Qi within him was too vigorous! So much so that he could wildly burn his Gang Qi to unleash immense power. Such wild and direct moves would give anyone severe headaches.

That was completely using talent to overpower others!

Yet, Dugu Baitian, under such circumstances, persisted like a hard rock.

Moreover, in the end, he even recklessly mobilized all his spiritual power! Knowing full well that he was risking becoming an imbecile. No martial artist would choose to do so.

If it were not for his fearlessness, persistence, and toughness, it would have been impossible to defeat Henas.

Everyone from this battle witnessed the admirable, even awe-inspiring, heart of Dugu Baitian, the desire to win!

Many couldn’t help but sigh with emotions, worthy to be named alongside the Evil God as a young king, well-deserved, such a remarkable talent born in Huaxia is indeed its great fortune!

Xiao Zheng also looked at Dugu Baitian with appreciation in his eyes and said, "Well done."

Dugu Baitian replied, "Lucky to fulfill the mission."

Xiao Zheng said, "Next, you rest well. When you wake up, you’ll hear of our victory."

Dugu Baitian’s lips curled into a slight smile, ready to speak, but a wave of intense fatigue surged forth, instantly enveloping his entire body, and then he truly fainted.

Xiao Zheng signaled a martial artist to come forward and take Dugu Baitian from Zuo Longyi’s hands, carried him away, and then turned his gaze towards the battlefield.

At this moment, in the battlefield, Nicola and Wang Daoxuan were in a standoff.

Two peak Martial Saints, with incomparably powerful auras, standing there was like becoming the center of the world.

They were both emanating a huge pressure, under which the world seemed to solidify, making it slightly difficult for everyone to breathe.

Wang Daoxuan smiled lightly and said, "Nicola, for the next battle, do you plan to make a move?"

Nicola replied coldly, "You saved Dugu Baitian, so I’ll slay you, this old fellow; I want to see if all your human clan Martial Saints are truly so formidable, defeating us one after another."

Wang Daoxuan, like an accomplished Immortal, maintained a calm demeanor at all times; upon hearing Nicola’s threatening words, he merely smiled and said, "I can’t say if we’re formidable. But, we humans have reasons we cannot afford to lose."

He paused.

Wang Daoxuan’s face grew a bit solemn as he seriously said, "As long as we martial artists are here, no foreign race can set foot on Huaxia. Anyone with such notions, we will certainly fight them to the death."

"Hm?"

Nicola’s expression slightly changed.

Wang Daoxuan’s words were not particularly passionate or filled with emotions; yet, he heard an indestructible resolve and will within them! At this moment, he even felt a slight chill.

Upon hearing this, Beros also felt uneasy, but his violent and bloodthirsty nature made this unease flash by quickly. He then spoke violently, "No matter how many you are, no matter how strong your will is, it’s useless! The weak are prey to the strong, survival of the fittest, you are weak and should be enslaved by us strong ones! Wanting dignity? Wanting freedom? Impossible!"

In the distance, Xiao Zheng remained extremely calm, saying, ’Who is strong, who is weak, perhaps you’ve got it reversed.’

Long Qie laughed loudly, "Mr. Xiao is right, besides, look at your Blood Clan and Werewolves coming here, hardly achieving anything. On the contrary, those reputedly strong, mighty figures, like Lancelot, War God Heke, Vlad III, all dropped dead like flies."

Upon hearing Long Qie’s words, everyone burst into laughter.

This was a direct slap in the face.

Beros’s face instantly turned extremely gloomy, unable to contain his bloodthirsty and violent emotions, which surged forth like a volcanic eruption.

"Roar!"

Beros suddenly let out a low roar.

The sound carried like a muffled thunder.

He reached out and grabbed a Werewolf warrior. The latter was suddenly caught, extremely terrified, instinctively struggling and screaming. Beros’s face was gloomy, eyes bloodthirsty, and he ignored all of it, tearing at the Werewolf’s neck.

Everyone could only hear the unpleasant sound of teeth chewing, and the Werewolf’s neck was bitten off, blood continuously sprayed from the neck, thick and nearly black.

The Werewolf Warrior’s body twitched a bit and died.

Beros let out a cold snort, casually threw the Werewolf Warrior’s body to the ground, wiped the blood from his mouth carelessly, and his emotions slightly calmed.

Behind him, those Werewolf Warriors wore indifferent expressions, seemingly accustomed to such matters, nothing strange.

"Gasp..."

Many from the human clan took a cold breath.

Beros... was too fierce, too brutal!

Killing even his own.

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts; such an enemy was truly terrifying.

No one knew what kind of cruel torment one would suffer under his hands.

Though they were allies, those from the Blood Clan witnessing this scene were also startled, deeply shocked. Their eyes showed a trace of dread when looking at Beros.

Yet, there was also a faint sense of displeasure.

After all, they were the Blood Clan, whose primary job was to suck blood, and now Beros seemed more bloodthirsty than them, completely stealing their thunder.

Noticing the scene behind him, Nicola chuckled, "Beros, you’re still so violent. But soon it’ll be your turn to act, for now, calmly observe the battle."

Beros naturally could discern that Nicola had a hint of admonition in his tone. After all, his actions might severely impact their own morale during this critical time of confrontation between the two armies.

Thus Beros nodded coldly and said, "Then kill that opponent of yours for me!"

Nicola laughed, "Happy to do so."

Wang Daoxuan shook his head slightly.

It seemed these two somewhat underestimated him.

Even though he followed the Taoist path, emphasizing the cultivation of calmness and a peaceful disposition, the dignity and pride of a peak Martial Saint stirred a trace of anger within him. He said expressionlessly, "Please make your move."

Nicola, upon hearing this, exhibited a serious expression, saying, "Alright."

Boom!

Almost simultaneously, two towering pressures surged to the sky, fiercely clashing together.