"Your Highness Qiye!"
The middle-aged man in black robe saw that the situation was not good, and his expression changed drastically.
They only fought for a moment, and they were struck by several swords in a row for seven nights.
The middle-aged man in black robe stepped out decisively and protected Qiye's body.
Ling Tian stopped at the right time, and his figure lowered and stood still.
However, the Chaos Sword and the Heavenly Forbidden Sword in his hands were not put away.
"Your Highness..."
The middle-aged man in black robe looked at Qiye in his arms, his face gradually became ferocious.
At this time, Qiye was struck by more than ten Lingtian swords and was seriously injured and dying.
It may take several months to recover to the peak level.
"You bastard, how dare you hurt His Highness Seventh Prince like this!"
The middle-aged man in black robe yelled angrily, and suddenly pointed his sword light to kill Ling Tian.
This move may seem impulsive, but it is actually the result of careful consideration by the middle-aged man in black robe.
He saw Ling Tian's strength and saw Ling Tian's potential.
He knew very well how terrible the future would be if Ling Tian was allowed to grow.
It would be fine if Ling Tian was the genius of other forces, but he is the genius of Futian Palace and will soon be awarded the position of Young Palace Master of Futian Palace.
This will directly threaten the Chakravartin Palace in the future.
How could Ling Tian be allowed to grow like this when a middle-aged black-robed man was a powerful man in the Chakravartin Palace?
Even if he knew that killing Ling Tian would lead to both him and Qiye dying here.
But from a long-term perspective, two lives for one is definitely not a loss.
"Emperor Xiaocheng?"
Ling Tian's expression suddenly changed when he saw the black-robed middle-aged man making a killing move.
The middle-aged man in black robe is a Xiaocheng Great Emperor warrior, and he is not a Xiaocheng Great Emperor like Yao Yifei who relied on the power of the Emperor Crystal to break through.
Although the quasi-emperor carries the word emperor, it is not the imperial realm in the true sense, but can only be regarded as the limit of the holy realm.
Therefore, many of the warriors in the Holy Emperor Realm who have extraordinary combat prowess have the strength to transcend the ranks and fight against the Quasi-Emperor.
But Emperor Xiaocheng is a true emperor-level powerhouse. There is almost no Holy Emperor who can compete with Emperor Xiaocheng.
boom! boom!
At the critical moment, Ling Tian retreated violently, swinging both swords at the same time.
Two rays of sword light shot forward at the same time, and the middle-aged man in black robe pointed his sword finger and collided with each other.
However, the strength of the Great Emperor Realm warriors is simply not invincible to Ling Tian.
A simple sword move with an indomitable momentum defeated Ling Tian's sword light.
Its power was only reduced by 20% during the two collisions, but it still shuttled towards Lingtian.
"presumptuous!"
Cai Rufeng's expression turned gloomy when the middle-aged man in black robe made his move.
Before the angry scolding ended, his figure disappeared from the spot and turned into an afterimage that appeared in front of Ling Tian. A wave of air surged around his body, blocking the attack of the middle-aged man in black robe with a wave of his palm.
"How dare you commit murder against me, the future young master of Futian Palace, in full public view!"
Cai Rufeng glared at the middle-aged man in black robe and scolded him.
The figures of the second elder, the third elder, and the fourth elder shot out at the same time.
Three young emperors besieged a middle-aged man in black robes.
"Um..."
The middle-aged man in black robe is only Xiaocheng Emperor, and there is no way he can defeat the three Xiaocheng Emperors.
After only a moment of fighting, the arm that he pointed out his sword finger was ruthlessly cut off by the second elder.
The two elders and the three elders did not directly take the life of the middle-aged man in black robe without Cai Rufeng's instruction. They retreated one after another after cutting off the middle-aged man in black robe.
The middle-aged man in black robe was seriously injured and his face was ashen. When he saw Cai Rufeng guarding Ling Tian, he knew that he had no chance of taking Ling Tian's life today.
Cai Rufeng then scolded the middle-aged man in black robes and said, "Take your Seventh Prince of the Underworld Palace and get out!"
Although the middle-aged man in black robe is a small emperor, Cai Rufeng does not dare to kill him.
However, Qiye has a special status and cannot die in Futian City.
Futian Palace is not afraid of the revenge of the Chakravartin Palace.
Futian Palace cannot bear the revenge of Wandao Academy.
Even a sword academy in Wandao Academy is much stronger than Futian Palace.
Now Qiye is seriously injured and has no ability to take care of himself at all.
Futian Palace killed the middle-aged man in black robe, who will take care of Qiye?
You can’t let Futian Palace heal Qiye, right?
If you really do this, it will be a bit embarrassing.
The middle-aged man in black robe could feel Cai Rufeng's anger and did not dare to say another word.
After grabbing Qiye from the ground, he took Qiye away directly.
As for the 100,000 tungsten stones previously agreed upon, it seemed that he had forgotten to keep them.
Cai Rufeng didn't pay much attention to this.
Ling Tian single-handedly severely injured His Highness Seventh Prince of Zhuanlun Ming Palace, and Qiye, a genius disciple of Wandao Academy, proved his qualifications to be appointed as the Young Palace Master of Futian Palace.
In Cai Rufeng's eyes, this is much more important than one hundred thousand tungsten stones.
As long as Ling Tian is here, as long as Ling Tian grows up.
In the future, the benefits brought to Futian Palace will be more than 100,000 tungsten stones?
The middle-aged man in black robe took Qiye away, and the second elder and others took their seats one after another.
Cai Rufeng turned to look at Ling Tian, nodded with satisfaction, then looked around and announced, "After today, Ling Tian will be the Young Palace Master of Futian Palace, below the level of the Emperor, above ten thousand people!"
Below the imperial realm, above ten thousand people!
There are only seven emperor-level experts in Futian Palace.
Emperor Futian, Palace Master Cai Rufeng, the four elders and Yao Yifei.
Now, Ling Tian has been granted the title of Young Palace Master of Futian Palace and can command the quasi-emperor elders, the commander of the Black Armored Army and the four major commanders.
Among them, Xu Kun is naturally included.
"Greetings to the Young Palace Master!"
More than a thousand black-armored warriors standing around Lingchi Square knelt down in unison and shouted in unison.
Cai Rufeng immediately glanced at Xu Kun and Mo Xing, who were sitting on the right side of Lingchi Square.
He knew very well that there were probably only these five people here who would disobey Ling Tian.
"Anyone who is dissatisfied with Ling Tian can stand up and put forward your opinions now and speak freely. But if you don't speak up today, he will be disrespectful to Ling Tian someday and dare to disrespect Ling Tian, which will be regarded as disrespectful to me and disrespectful to Emperor Futian!"
Cai Rufeng spoke slowly. Although he did not name anyone, it was obvious that he was talking to the five people.
Xu Kun clenched his fists, lowered his head slightly, and tried to control his emotions.
But he is not a fool, and he knows how stupid it would be to raise objections at this time.
At this time, Mo Xing, the commander of the Black Armored Army, suddenly stood up from his seat.
Xu Kun's eyes flashed, thinking that Mo Xing was going to object.
But the next breath, he saw Mo Xing kneeling on one knee, lowering his head in the direction of Ling Tian.
"Mo Xingdai has 10,000 black-armored troops on the border, pay homage to the Young Palace Master!"
Mo Xing's voice was sonorous and powerful, resounding throughout Lingchi Square.
He is the commander-in-chief of the Black-armored Army and commands the 10,000-strong Black-armored Border Army.
Now that he is in Futian City, he is naturally qualified to represent a group of border troops.
When Cai Rufeng heard Mo Xing's words, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
On the contrary, Xu Kun's last hope was completely shattered.
When the other three commanders of the black-armored army saw this, how could they continue to sit there.
The three of them have been represented by Mo Xing...
Now the only option was to get up, immediately kneel down behind Mo Xing.
Xu Kun felt a hundred reluctances in his heart.
But the general trend is that he can only kneel down and worship Ling Tian...
