Starting as a centurion, he fought his way through the chaos of the world.

Chapter 281 Backhand
"My lord, you've emerged from seclusion!" Li Xirou exclaimed happily.

However, her face immediately fell. "It's all because of you! The final battle is in two days, and we're all worried about it. And you're still laughing!"

The smile involuntarily disappeared when he spoke.

Seeing her like this, Lu Ming said, "Don't worry, I have absolute confidence in this battle. I'll be leaving soon, so I just came to say goodbye!"

As he finished speaking...

Li Xirou said softly, "Be careful on your journey. We will wait for you to return in the palace."

Lu Ming nodded and then walked outside.

The three women did not come out, but watched him leave until Lu Ming's figure disappeared into the main hall.

All three of them couldn't help but tear up.

At this moment, as soon as Lu Ming stepped out of the main hall, the imperial carriage appeared.

He drove the carriage toward the palace gates.

As soon as they stepped out of the palace, Zhang Meng and his men were already waiting for them.

Upon seeing Lu Ming, he respectfully greeted, "Greetings, Your Majesty!"

"lets go!"

Lu Ming said calmly, then continued to drive the chariot forward.

The others followed closely behind.

At that moment, the clouds in the sky churned, and the banners fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound that made people's eardrums throb.

Wherever the army passed, the people of Dayu couldn't help but raise their heads.

Some members of large families, especially the patriarchs, even knelt down with their clansmen, because they knew what His Majesty was about to do.

The opponent wants to challenge the two strongest disciples of the Sage for the sake of the entire Great Yu.

At the same time, at the border of the three parties, on the Dark Cloud Plain.

At this moment, yellow sand was rolling in.

There were people all around, including powerful figures from distant lands and members of families from the Nine Provinces.

A man with long, flowing hair, half black and half white, stood in the air, his robes fluttering even without wind.

He was the Yin-Yang Ancestor, a top expert from the distant lands, with strength comparable to that of the Xuanhuang Ancestor. His narrow eyes flashed with a cold light.

He held a stone bottle in his hand, called the Yin-Yang Treasure Bottle.

It contains the energies of Yin and Yang, making it a top-tier innate spiritual treasure.

When it is thrown out, it can obliterate everything in the world.

There is another being dressed in a blood-red robe, named Blood Cliff Ancestor. Legend has it that after a supreme being perished, a pool of blood spilled on the cliff and gained sentience in ancient times, thus becoming Blood Cliff Ancestor.

Perhaps that powerful figure fell with resentment and bitterness.

Therefore, this person is ruthless and vicious.

When they strike, they never hold back.

Moreover, their strength is terrifying.

It is said that among the dozens or even hundreds of powerful figures from distant lands, he can be considered to be among the top, even surpassing the Xuanhuang Ancestor.

Today, quite a few such experts have arrived.

There were four or five people, not counting the Xuanhuang Ancestor.

This made the latter frown.

After all, such a master might only appear once every few hundred million years.

Getting together is even more difficult.

Now, four people have arrived, and as far as he knows, they are very close to both the Taiqing Sect and the Wanfo Sect.

In particular, the Heavenly Dao Sect Master is practically in cahoots with the Taiqing Sect.

Now they are present.

Moreover, it faintly exudes a murderous aura.

Is this targeting Lu Ming?

Just as he was thinking this to himself, and preparing to send a message to the other party.

"Roar!" A dragon's roar resounded.

The chariot broke through the air.

Lu Ming appeared on the battlefield. He stood on a golden chariot, his imperial robes exuding majesty.

A large army lined up behind him.

Staring at the two people in front of him, one of them was none other than Yang Xian, who was wearing silver armor, holding a halberd, and had a dignified appearance. Even though he was Lu Ming's enemy, he couldn't help but secretly admire him.

In another direction, the Fighting Saint Emperor stood in mid-air, wearing golden chainmail and cloud-patterned boots. He held a two-meter-tall black staff in his hand, with a well-proportioned figure and protruding fangs that resembled daggers.

He was carried by a two-meter-square cloud, looking quite relaxed as he looked at Lu Ming.

A pair of golden eyes shone with dazzling light.

Upon discovering Lu Ming, their fighting spirit surged forth like a tidal wave.

At the same time, a sharp voice rang out, "You, Emperor Yu, we've all arrived, yet you're the last one. Are you looking down on us?"

"The Fighting Saint Emperor spoke."

She twirled the stick in her hand.

His body radiated light.

Lu Ming said calmly, "I am not late, you are early. Stop talking nonsense, if you want to fight, then do it quickly. Come one by one, or all at once!"

A slightly impatient voice rang out.

At the same time, he scanned his surroundings and saw not only a large crowd but also Yin Yang Ancestor and others, which made him wary.

His own battle with Yang Xian and the others was simply not enough to attract such a powerful expert.

Their presence was clearly targeted.

However, he didn't care too much, as Lu Ming still had a few trump cards up his sleeve.

They had calculated that he didn't bring the Star Array, but they hadn't calculated that the treasures he possessed, aside from anything else, were more than enough to ensure his self-defense.

"You arrogant Emperor Yu, how dare you speak so boastfully! You think you can defeat me with just two people? I'll deal with you first!"

After the Martial Saint Emperor's angry roar subsided.

His body transformed into a golden light and flew over at an extremely fast speed, like a shooting star.

The stick in his hand also came crashing down at the same time.

"Buzz!"

It created a large number of ripples in the same spot.

Lu Ming raised his sword and stood up, which seemed to transform into a purple electric chain in his palm.

It exudes a terrifying aura.

The battle between the two began in an instant.

Inside the Taiqing Sect at this time.

Fu Yao stood below; her injuries had almost fully healed after a period of recuperation.

"Master, the Yin-Yang Ancestor and the others have all gone. Emperor Xia did not bring the Imperial Guards. He is already fighting with the Fighting Saint Emperor."

When the sound rang out.

He looked up at the Sect Master of Taiqing.

The other party nodded indifferently and said, "If those few go, and Emperor Yu didn't bring the Star Array, then there won't be any problem."

Clearly, he had indeed arranged for someone to intercept and kill Lu Ming.

Moreover, they were four powerful figures.

It should be understood that although powerful beings are also at the Quasi-Saint level three, ordinary Quasi-Saint level three beings are absolutely incomparable to them. These people were born by inheriting the spirituality of the beings at the beginning of creation.

It can be described as extremely terrifying.

It also has its own companion spirit treasure, which has an astonishingly high destructive power.

Ordinary quasi-saints at the third level would face certain death if they were to confront such a top-tier powerhouse.

They are somewhere between saints and quasi-saints, and are among the strongest below saints.

If it weren't for the fact that only nine saints can appear in the world, some people might even be able to break through to the saint realm.

Now they are besieging Lu Ming.

In the eyes of the Supreme Sage, there must be no problem.

His disciples were killed. If Lu Ming hadn't died, how could he have swallowed this insult?

(End of this chapter)