Peerless Martial God 2

2As the night passed, the Selection Competition of the Fifth Son of Saint officially began. The Training Field that was ten thousand meters wide was surrounded by water that couldn't flow. Even some ordinary people came to watch the Selection Competition of the Gods, as the Gods in their eyes were omnipotent.    0

    

Lin Feng and the other Grand Elders stood in the center of the Training Field. A hundred-meter-tall Battle Platform was built on a green stone, and it was surrounded by defensive arrays. It was personally set up by Fan Tiangang to prevent ordinary people from being injured in battle.    

    

All the foreign guests were sitting on the east side of the stage. Each of them had a purple sandalwood chair. The VIPs here included Great Perfection Holy Emperors from the Silver Domain Temple, Great Perfection Holy Emperors from the Spiritual Realm Temple, and sects within the God Domain, such as the Sword Sect, the Transfer City, the Corpse Devil Ridge, and so on.    

    

Sect Master Zi Jian also sat there as if it was only natural. His gaze was always on Lin Feng, and he was very concerned about Lin Feng's results.    

    

Other than the Sect Master Zi Jian, there was another person who was also very concerned about Lin Feng, and that was Xue Sha. After Lin Feng's guidance, Xue Sha had suddenly become a Great Perfection Holy Emperor. Coupled with the Evil Holy Monarch's order, Xue Sha was even more grateful to Lin Feng, so the Evil Holy Monarch sent him here as a guest, which meant that he was on Lin Feng's side.    

    

Tiangang Holy Monarch was in charge of this year's Selection Competition of Son of Saint. The Evil Holy Monarch, Song Zhuang, had sent Xue Sha as a guest, so the Holy Water Monarch naturally sent his youngest son, Shui Ning.    

    

Shui Ning sat in the guest seat and stared at Lin Feng with a cold expression. As he watched Lin Feng's every move, he only had one thought in his mind. When the competition began, he would ruthlessly humiliate Lin Feng.    

    

The Fire Holy Monarch did not send anyone over. He only left behind a sentence. It was a supreme honor for the person who became the Fifth Son of Saint to become a disciple of the Fire Holy Monarch.    

    

Son of Saint was originally the Holy Hall's reserve resource, and the Holy Monarch was born from Son of Saint. It could be said that the Fire Holy Monarch's words determined the future of this Son of Saint, and he would at least be a Holy Monarch of his generation.    

    

Therefore, with the words of the Fire Holy Monarch, every participant was eager to show off and strive to enter the eyes of the Fire Holy Monarch.    

    

"Alright, everyone has arrived. Next, I announce the Selection Competition of Son of Saint that is held once every hundred years in the Divine Sect ..."    

    

"Wait a minute. Why is Tiangang Holy Monarch in such a hurry?"    

    

Before Fan Tiangang could even announce the official start of the competition, he was interrupted, causing his face to immediately darken as he looked towards the guest seats.    

    

A burly man wearing a golden shirt stood up with a face full of ridicule. He looked at Fan Tiang and shouted, "I come from the Spiritual Realm Temple, and I am also a Holy Monarch. Today, seeing Tiangang Holy Monarch, I am very excited and want to compete with Tiangang Holy Monarch. What do you think?"    

    

The moment the Holy Hall of the Spiritual Realm Temple came up, they made the smell of provocation the strongest. The man's words were like a declaration of war against Fan Tiangang, and it was also an excuse to stop the Divine Sect's selection of the Son of Saint.    

    

"Looks like he's here to cause trouble." Di Shu stood beside Fan Tiangang and muttered in a deep voice, his eyes filled with anger.    

    

"The Spiritual Realm Temple has always been at odds with my God Domain Holy Hall. The fact that they sent out Gold Holy Monarch this time is enough to show that they are here to cause trouble."    

    

Fan Tiangang looked at Di Shu beside him and said in a deep voice.    

    

Hearing that, Di Shu also nodded his head and asked with a gloomy and serious gaze: "Holy Monarch, what should we do? How about ..."    

    

Di Shu did not continue, but his meaning was very clear. He wanted Fan Tiang to compete with this Gold Holy Monarch. It would be best if he could win the latter, and the conflict would naturally be resolved.    

    

Fan Tiangang frowned and retracted his gaze. He raised his head and looked at Lin Feng, Da Mo, who was on his left.    

    

"Gold Holy Monarch, today is the Selection of Son of Saint of the Divine Sect. I believe that many God Domain will pay attention to it, and if we fight with each other, it will definitely ruin our mood, and all the God Domain will be displeased. If you want to compete with me, we can naturally do it after the competition, but right now, we still have to prioritize the competition."    

    

Fan Tiangang shouted in a deep voice, blocking all possible excuses for the Gold Holy Monarch. Fan Tiangang used the various Great Holy Temples as an excuse. If the Gold Holy Monarch still did not give up, it would undoubtedly cause the other Holy Temples to be dissatisfied.    

    

"Gold Holy Monarch, when you come to the God Domain Holy Hall, it's best to be a guest. Don't embarrass the Spiritual Realm Temple."    

    

The expert from the Silver Domain Temple shouted indifferently, and everyone present almost applauded. The expert from the Silver Domain could be said to have ruthlessly humiliated the Gold Holy Monarch once.    

    

"Hmph, Silver Holy Monarch, do you want to challenge me?" The Gold Holy Monarch shouted coldly as he pointed at the Silver Domain Temple and asked.    

    

"If you are not convinced, we will compete after the competition." The Silver Holy Monarch shouted expressionlessly, causing the Gold Holy Monarch's eyes to narrow. He then flung his left hand and angrily sat on the chair.    

    

This little interlude could be considered to be over.    

    

However, Lin Feng's face was filled with doubt. The Gold Holy Monarch and the Silver Holy Monarch were originally of the same attribute, but they just had to be experts from two Holy Palaces. Furthermore, their relationship didn't seem to be good. It was truly surprising.    

    

"The Gold Holy Monarch and the Silver Holy Monarch were good brothers in the past. It was only because the Gold Holy Monarch secretly used the Divine Stone and broke through to the Martial Emperor first that the two of them had a conflict. The Gold Holy Monarch went to the Spiritual Realm Temple, while the Silver Holy Monarch went to the Silver Domain Temple."    

    

Da Mo seemed to have seen the surprise in Lin Feng's eyes, so he used the Sound Transmitting to introduce to Lin Feng. When Lin Feng heard this, he was speechless. To break up just for a few Divine Stones, this brotherhood...    

    

"I declare the Selection of Son of Saint officially begin."    

    

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Fan Tiangang finally used the thickest roar of his life to announce the official start of the competition.    

    

Just as Fan Tiang finished his roar, countless explosions sounded out in the surroundings. Then, golden flames came from high up in the sky, giving off a unique feeling in the blue sky.    

    

The atmosphere was completely set up, and countless people were waiting for the birth of the Fifth Son of Saint.    

    

"The first match will be between Jian Ya of the Sword Sect and the dragon head of the Dragon Gate." Fan Tiangang waved his left hand and the list of participants appeared in his hand. With a casual glance, Fan Tiangang shouted.    

    

In an instant, two beams of light flew into the Battle Platform at an extremely fast speed. The Battle Platform had a radius of five hundred meters, which was enough for the two of them to display their skills.    

    

This was also the first time Lin Feng had seen the Jian Ya that the Sect Master Zi Jian was talking about.    

    

Lin Feng only glanced at this extremely ordinary man in black, but just by looking at the black sword in Jian Ya's hand, he could feel an extremely strong aura of a sword cultivator that was not inferior to his.    

    

Everyone knew that Lin Feng was a sword cultivator, and he was quite famous for using a sword. He had fused with Sword Emperor Wu Tian's Sword Intent, and his Sword Dao was unique.    

    

Jian Ya, who was in front of him, was the same. Furthermore, Jian Ya treated the black sword in his hand as his own mouth. With just a glance, Lin Feng knew that Jian Mang had won.    

    

Sure enough, while Lin Feng was deep in thought, the two of them made their move. With a wave of the dragon's head, a huge dragon roared and rolled, and its entire body seemed to have turned into a huge dragon that meandered for a hundred miles. The terrifying aura also caused many people to retreat, and some people guessed that the dragon's head had won.    

    

All of them looked at Jian Ya again, but all they saw was darkness, as if something had passed through their eyes.    

    

"Ah! My hand!"    

    

Just as everyone was rubbing their eyes, the dragon head screamed. In the next moment, everyone saw Jian Ya holding a sword in his left hand. The sword light flashed black and there was a drop of blood. When they looked at the dragon head, they saw that there was a centimeter-long wound on its left arm, with only a drop of blood.    

    

In one move, before anyone could react, Jian Ya defeated the dragon head with just one sword strike, no matter how thick the dragon's aura was.    

    

However, what surprised everyone was that the dragon head was in so much pain with such a short wound, and its face had turned pale.    

    

"Cut!" Jian Ya shouted expressionlessly and withdrew the black sword. At this moment, something that no one expected happened. The wound on the left hand of the dragon head slowly widened, and a red line of blood appeared. With a pa sound, blood flowed out, and his left hand fell from his shoulder.    

    

"Ahh! My hand!"    

    

Hiss...    

    

Everyone was shocked as they looked at Jian Ya with faces full of fear.