C671 In front of me, stand still!

In front of me, stand still!

"Humph, it's fortunate that the patriarch of our Yin Yang Sacred Sect came. Otherwise, we really wouldn't be able to suppress him!" Forget it, I'll just snatch one of the ninety-eight spots. There's no need to provoke this guy. "When the true arena matches begin, please bring out the ancestor and take his pathetic life!" Yin Yang Ghost Lord snorted coldly as he pretended to ignore Zhang Dongcheng and walked towards the chair that had been blown over.

From the looks of it, he had admitted defeat!

Everyone watched as the Yinyang Ghost Lord endured the humiliation and went to another chair. This thought caused him to leap into the air and snatch the chair on the ground. The scene was a mess.

Damn it, Zhang Dongcheng stole one. There are still 97 cards left, I can't win against him, I'm fine as long as I can win against others!

In the blink of an eye, the aura of countless sect heads exploded. All sorts of movement techniques were abruptly used to snatch the chair on the floor.

"Boom boom boom!"

Countless auras clashed like a raging tide. Countless monstrous waves spread out in all directions, and in an instant, they crazily rushed out, engulfing the entire floating continent.

"Wow, wow, wow!"

Countless disciples of the various sects had turned into rolling gourds and were screaming in pain.

With the Mountain Shifting Daoist here, none of the sect heads dared to fight. They just clashed against each other until a weak unlucky fellow was sent flying. Each of the ninety-seven seats had their own candidate.

As he arrogantly sat down, all the sect masters coldly snorted and looked at Zhang Dongcheng who was sitting on the dragon throne with an expression of arrogance.

"Hehe, a lowly person has achieved his dream!" One of the sect heads looked up at the sky with his eyes slanted, his mouth full of ridicule.

"We'll know when the time comes. I hope he won't regret it!" There was a Sect Leader who sneered again and again, his eyes filled with venom.

"Young people are like this. If they don't know how to nurture the good, they like to show off!" There was a Sect Leader who brushed off the dust on his body and wanted to sit down peacefully.

"Hahaha, well said! This limelight, I am definitely going to shine! " When Zhang Dongcheng heard this, he laughed out loud.

RUU!

The horned dragon chair in front of everyone instantly exploded into pieces as thousands of wood shavings flew in all directions, turning into powder!

What!

This Zhang Dongcheng, actually broke everyone's seats!

All the sect masters were fuming with anger, their faces were sinister and gnashed their teeth as they stared at Zhang Dongcheng, a look that said they wished for nothing more than to kill him as soon as possible!

"Stand in front of me!" Zhang Dongcheng said indifferently as he sat in the fire dragon throne.

In front of Zhang Dongcheng who was sitting on the dragon throne, all the sect masters were standing there like manservants.

Arrogant, truly arrogant. How could there be such an arrogant and tyrannical person in this world?!

Zhang Dongcheng!

These two words were firmly etched into the minds of all the sect heads.

On the Primordial Divine Mountains that was transformed by the Azure Dragon's Seal, there was finally someone who could not hold on anymore. Spitting out a mouthful of blood, his knees went soft and he bent down.

"Crack!"

The sound of bones shattering echoed out, attracting the gazes of all the sect masters.

"Kang Sheng!" My disciple! My disciple! " Watching the man being crushed by the Tai Yi Mountain's flag and the fall of his most promising disciple in an instant, one of the sect masters screamed miserably. His heart was as painful as if it had been slashed by a knife.

Yet, this death of Kang Sheng had impacted everyone like a tsunami, causing all the disciples from the various sects in Sky Breaking Conference to stand up, their faces full of nervousness.

Some died, some did. The first one to perish.

This was not an ordinary competition, nor was it a showdown between martial artists of the sect. This was the great meeting of the world's number one sect, and it was also a meeting of honor and death.

Without strength, he would die. There was no other way!

The death of one man also caused the people carrying the Tai Yi Heavy Mountain Flag to panic. Some people were flustered, and they couldn't help but bend their bodies, causing the Tai Yi Heavy Mountain Flag to suddenly double in weight, pressing down heavily on them.

He was already unable to bear it, but the weight increased by another fold. That person immediately spat out a mouthful of blood as his spine exploded, causing his back to bend even further!

After that, the weight of the Tai Yi Mountain Flag increased again, directly pushing that person down to his knees on the ground.

Gong Junxia, persevere! Stand up, stand up! " Some sect masters could not help but rush to the front of the mountain, but they were blocked by the formation and could not move an inch. They could only be anxious outside like ants on a hot pan as they screamed with all their might.

The faces of the sect disciples of that handsome man were all pale as they stood up and shouted with all their might.

"Senior Brother Gong, stand up! Quickly stand up!"

"Gongshi Lu, you can do it. You can definitely do it. Stand up!"

As for that person, he was pressed to the ground by the Tai Yi Mountain Range's flag, and could only constantly spit out blood. As he turned around to look at his Master and the sect disciples, his eyes flowed with tears, but his spine could no longer hold on.

"It's over!" The Sect Leader closed his eyes, pain written all over his face.

"Boom!"

Like a giant boulder falling to the ground, Mt. Tai crushing down on top of him, that person had perished on the spot, and was squished to death by the Tai Yi Mountain Flag!

It looked so easy to carry the banner up the mountain, but it was like the path of death to all sect disciples as they fell down one after another.

The flag with the words "Boundless Sect", "Heavenly Luo Sect", "Ascension Sect", and so on, fell down one by one to take away one young life after another. It was extremely bloody!

It was easy to imagine how cruel this journey to the heavens was.

Many disciples of the sects began to cry. This kind of scene of watching their fellow sect members die was not something that just anyone could bear.

The closer they got to the top of the mountain, the more intense the pressure became. The name of the sect was written on the Iron Blood Flag, and it was a sign of glory, as well as the reaper's scythe that took away life.

The small stone was at the back of the group, but it continued to climb upwards, never stopping.

His muscles were trembling and his body was swaying. With every step he took, he seemed to be using up all the strength in his body. Beads of sweat dripped down from his forehead, drop by droplets onto the steps of the Heavenly Road.

People were constantly dying in front of him. There were no bones left of them under the pressure of the Tai Yi Mountain Flag. Countless blood splattered all over his body and face.

Looking at a living life disappearing right in front of him, it was impossible to say that he was not afraid.

However, Little Rock did not make a sound. Step by step, he moved past the corpses and kept moving up.

The closer they got to the top of the mountain, the more people died. Many people only needed to lift their heads to glance at the top of the mountain before they were crushed to death.