Summon the Emperor System

"It's the sound of beating."

"I, Feng Xiaotian, the number one master of the Canglan Empire, just died at the hands of a strong man from the Haoyue Empire. Now, I don't know who is going to fight again."

"Feng Xiaotian is known as the 'Number One Master of the Empire', the pinnacle god of war who has been famous for thousands of years, but he didn't catch the three moves of the Haoyue Empire powerhouse. No matter who fights, they will all go to die!"

"Why!"

Following the muffled sound coming from the city, all the soldiers guarding the city looked sad and shook their heads and sighed.

The strength shown by those outsiders made them realize that the celestial sphere cultivators were extremely weak, and they had no choice but to surrender and be conquered in the face of a strong man who was all equal.

This is the world of proving the way with force.

All of a sudden, everyone looked at Zhao Hao one after another, with a gleam in their eyes.

Since the rise of the Dragon Emperor, he has created miracles repeatedly, but he has never lost. They are not hopeless. Now that Zhao Hao is here, maybe there will be a turning point.

"Shenlong Emperor, you came at the right time."

The guard cheered up and said: "After the Haoyue Empire occupied our Canglan Empire, they knew that the people on this continent would not surrender, so their prince Chu Feng set up a ring in the city called 'Megatron Eight Worlds "Submit to the Holy Prestige" is dedicated to meeting the challenge of the strongest in the world, threatening to shock the world and subdue the people in the world with this move."

"That's a good idea."

Zhao Hao said with a smile, if it were him, he would probably do the same.

Regardless of whether you accept it or not, at least you will not dare to resist under the coercion.

Megatron all over the world, surrendering to the holy prestige, heh, this name, Ma Gobi's, really took a lot of hangs, it takes a lot of confidence and self-confidence to dare to put on such an arrogant posture.

The guard said again: "They also played a banner called 'the weak are slaves, the strong save themselves, and the saints cross people'. In this world, they claim to be the saints above the strong. We can cross us. And we are only weak. Those who dare to challenge on stage are strong. But if the challenge fails and cannot save themselves, they are still weak as slaves. Therefore, they named the challenge arena as "Megatron Eight Worlds" Surrender to San Vera'."

"Saint, what a big tone." Zhao Hao sneered.

It is inevitable for the weak to be slaves, the strong can only save themselves, and the saints can save others! He liked it.

In a world where fists are king, only strength can conquer people's hearts, and only those who can kill can cross people. He used the slogan "One world, one country, eternal peace, and all beings are equal" to kill all directions. In fact, to put it bluntly, he It is also a false saint who puts himself in the position of 'saint'. It's all the same thing, it's just a means to fight for world hegemony.

Since he threatened to make the people of this world slaves, Zhao Hao couldn't wait to meet the 'sages' of the Haoyue Empire for a while.

The guard continued: "That Megatron surrendered to the Holy Light Ring, and there were five rounds in total. Before, the number one master of our empire went to challenge, and he was killed in only three moves. He had already lost one round, and now he is fighting again. Someone has challenged it, but I don't know who."

"Okay, got it."

Zhao Hao's expression froze, he pulled the reins abruptly, the white horse neighed, its front hooves flew up, and its rear hooves kicked out, carrying the two of them flying over the heads of dozens of guards, and ran towards the city.

Everyone was shocked.

"My lord, be careful."

Surprised, they turned their heads quickly and shouted together. Faced with the invasion of the powerful aliens, the people on the celestial sphere naturally have to fight against each other, and they already regard Zhao Hao as one of their own. Besides, Zhao Hao is the husband of the little princess of the Canglan Empire, and the son-in-law of their empire is originally one of his own.

"Husband, should I cover my face, or I will be exposed soon."

Wu'er leaned against Zhao Hao's arms and said in a low voice: "I am the only surviving member of the royal family of the Canglan Empire. Once they find me, people from the Haoyue Empire will definitely come to kill the weeds."

"Need not."

Zhao Hao rode his horse and galloped in the street, and said loudly: "This emperor kills people openly and aboveboard, and this emperor's woman is open and aboveboard, and no matter when, she doesn't need to hide her head and cover her face."

Being so domineering naturally attracted the attention of people around him.

Wherever the white horse passed, there was shock and chaos.

"That's the little princess."

"The little princess is not dead yet."

"Oh my god, why did she dare to enter the city, and still blatantly appear in the city?"

"My innocent little princess, the sky has changed, this is not the past!"

"Then who is that man protecting him?"

...

A square the size of several football fields in the city was crowded with people.

In the middle is a circular ancient battle platform with a diameter of 1,000 meters. The light fluctuates around the ancient battle platform, like a thick glass mask, covering the entire ancient battle platform.

On the bluestone pillars on both sides of the ancient battle platform, there are two large flags.

A large banner reads: Megatron all over the world, surrender to the holy prestige!

A large banner reads: The weak are slaves, the strong save themselves, and the saints save others!

Strong, too strong to be stronger. Domineering, domineering to the point of being overbearing!

On the flagpole that reads 'Magnificent in all directions, submit to the holy majestic', there is still a dead body dripping blood. As long as it is a cultivator, you can tell at a glance that the deceased was punched three times. A punch shattered the heart, a punch shattered the sea of ​​qi, and a punch smashed the head.

There was also a high platform near the ancient battle platform, on which stood hundreds of strong men from foreign domains, controlling the entire scene.

"Can this be called a strong man? Want to go on stage and save yourself?"

"Haha, it's not vulnerable at all, it's as weak as an ant."

"A role like this, or the general of the empire? This world is too weak."

"This world seems to be at your fingertips. It's cool and wonderful. I finally escaped from the nightmarish world of the Sky Demon Star and found a world full of sunshine."

Hundreds of strong men surrounded a young man in fine clothes, pointing and looking at the ancient battle platform, with a leisurely demeanor, chatting and laughing happily.

now.

Everyone around is also paying attention to the ancient battle platform, but their expressions are completely opposite to those of the foreign powerhouses. Thousands of people are dead silent, there is no cheering, or even cheering, and countless people are all desperate. Startled but trembling.

The great general of the Canglan Empire, Wang Shan, was defeated by the opponent with just one punch!

Hey, it's over, it's completely out of play.

These outsiders are too powerful, our world will be enslaved!

"Peak God of War, haha, too weak, simply too weak."

In the ancient battle arena, there was bursts of triumphant laughter. I saw a thin and small muscular man weighing less than eighty catties, and a mighty man more than two meters tall, wide and thick, and wearing armor was standing on his feet. He looked up to the sky and laughed, the laughter was sharp and piercing.

The burly man was stepped on by a thin foot like a corn stalk, his blood vessels and veins were bulging, and his eyes were about to stare, but he couldn't move an inch. Under the step, he vomited blood from his mouth...

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