The Lord of Thunder

Chapter 282 The Battle of Saints
At this time, the area surrounding the life and death arena was densely packed with people.

To be precise, the life and death arena at this moment is in a small world created by a quasi-emperor.

But this small world is special. It is transparent and everyone can see inside.

This is a small world opened up by the Quasi-Emperor himself. It is filled with densely packed Dao patterns of the Quasi-Emperor level. Even the Great Sage cannot break through these.

Xiao Ping'an and the two supreme elders found a place with fewer people and watched the battle between the saints quietly.

After Xiao Ping'an and his two bodyguards chose a location, no one came to disturb them.

The two sides of the life and death arena are the Ji family, the Jiang family, the Sun God Cult, and a saint whose identity is unknown, forming an alliance of four saints.

On the other side were naturally the holy places and aristocratic families that had suffered heavy casualties, especially those where their holy masters and supreme elders had died.

A bloody battle is about to begin, and casualties are inevitable.

"Please ask the Lord of Guanghan Palace to open the life and death arena!"

The Lord of Guanghan Palace sighed deeply: "Saints, why do you have to make such a fuss?"

But facing the determined gazes of the saints, the Holy Lord of Guanghan Palace said nothing more and started the life and death arena.

This is an extremely huge small world of martial arts training ground.

There is an enormous stage in the world, whose floor is made of pieces of stars.

There are countless sword and palm prints on it, as well as bloodstains of saints that have remained for who knows how many tens of thousands of years.

Countless peerless masters or saints have fought to the death here.

The vast and boundless stage stretched as far as the eye could see, and it was obvious that there was an amazing space formation inside.

Some of the stones have people's names engraved on them, perhaps they are saints who once fought a decisive battle here.

The mottled traces of time tell everyone that this is a battlefield left over from ancient times.

There are no terrifying corpses of saints here, but the powerful aura of the fall of a strong man is indelible.

The moment this life-and-death arena was opened, everyone felt the horrible aura invading their bones.

In the hearts of the crowd, it seemed as if they had experienced thousands of reincarnations and countless battles in the blink of an eye, and the remaining aura of the saint had been lost.

Xiao Ping'an looked calm, but the space between his eyebrows was sparkling. The five great Dao Palace gods in his human body were madly comprehending and deducing, comprehending the remaining Dao rhymes of the saints.

He looked at the battlefield and saw the saint in black robes who was the first to go into battle. He was the saint from the Ice Demon Palace.

When the two saints clashed, that terrifying aura and the charm of the great way burst out everywhere.

Xiao Ping'an's mad perception, his eyes flashing with golden light and nine-colored divine light flickering, he tried hard to imprint these great divine patterns into his mind, at the same time he was frantically deducing the battle of the saints.

Don’t say that the aura of the saint-level Dao is too advanced to be comprehended. Xiao Ping’an has the ability to do so, the ability to observe, and the ability to digest and absorb.

In a saint-level battle, hundreds of moves were exchanged in a split second, so this battle did not last long and was over after just a quarter of an hour.

The saint of the Ice Demon Palace had his body broken again and again, and turned into ashes amidst screams.

No one expected that such a powerful saint would fall like this.

This is something no one expected.

Everyone thought that the battle between the saints would end in a timely manner, and everyone would care about their status and would not fight to the death.

At this time, the Ice Demon Palace was filled with cries. After losing the Holy Lord, they lost another saint. The loss was absolutely immeasurable. The saint's power should have been used in life-or-death situations, but now it has become like this, and he has fallen unexpectedly.

This is absolutely an unacceptable loss for the Ice Demon Palace.

At this time, the supreme elder of the Ice Demon Palace was beating his chest and stamping his feet, feeling that he had harmed the saint of his sect, his face full of shame.

Xiao Ping'an did not look at the people from the Ice Demon Palace. Instead, he looked solemnly at the saint whose name and origin he did not know.

Although he claimed to be invincible in the Second Secret Realm of Immortals, when facing such a powerful saint, he was still no better than an ant and could be crushed to death with ease.

In this little golden age, although some people have achieved breakthroughs one after another, I have never heard of anyone becoming a saint in this era.

Those saints were either sealed up as saints in the past, or they were sealed up as saints in an era when the Great Dao was not obvious.

Each one of them is very powerful, and in this era, every saint is extremely precious.

Saints are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. They are extremely rare.

People now see eight saints appearing here, which is a grand event that is rarely seen in a thousand years.

The lifelong pursuit of many outstanding geniuses is to become a saint.

Xiao Ping'an was madly comprehending the rhyme of the saint's Tao during their battle just now, and was also madly deducing it at the same time.

This saint-level battle was something that most people couldn't even see clearly, but Xiao Ping'an had top-level double divine eyes, and the battle between the two saints was imprinted in his mind.

Although I am unable to fully comprehend it now, it is definitely a piece of cultivation material of inestimable value.

"Tiger, do you dare to fight with me?" The saint of the Sun God Cult came on stage and directly challenged the saint of White Tiger Manor to a fight.

A thousand years ago, the two had fought for seven days and seven nights without a clear winner. Now they want to take this opportunity to determine who is the more powerful saint.

The saint of Baihu Manor naturally did not want to be outdone, so he stepped forward directly.

At this time, he was already five thousand years old, and his cultivation was unfathomable.

In that era when the great Dao was not well known, he was able to become a saint and still live to this day. His strength should not be underestimated.

He had originally sealed himself up, thinking of coming out again fifty thousand years later when Beidou's path to immortality opened. Unexpectedly, he was attracted by the news of the elixir of immortality and could no longer sit still, wanting to get a piece of the pie no matter what.

People like him naturally know how confident it is to have an elixir of immortality.

With a lifespan of tens of thousands of years, almost everyone who is lucky enough to obtain the elixir of immortality is lucky enough to become a quasi-emperor.

Yes, to practice and attain enlightenment, one not only needs talent, understanding, and luck, but also a long enough lifespan.

He longed to obtain the elixir of immortality, live a new life, break out of the cocoon and emerge as a butterfly, and one day become a quasi-emperor or even glimpse into a higher realm.

Although there is only one little girl and there won't be enough for everyone to share, there will always be a chance as long as there is space.

This White Tiger Saint has strong blood and youthful appearance. Although he has white hair, it does not mean he is old, but that is the color of his body.

He looked extremely powerful, with demonic energy rising from his body, and he was extremely terrifying. The audience around him could feel that he was as deep and unfathomable as the vast ocean.

The saint of the Sun God Cult was equally terrifying, like a scorching sun. Every spectator was pierced by him and burst into tears.

Both of them looked young and didn't look old at all.

One was sealed for more than four thousand years, and the other was sealed for five thousand years.

(End of this chapter)