Supreme Battle King

After making up his mind, Chiang Zhan immediately chased after them with the fastest speed possible.    

"Everyone, can you count me in for this trip to the Misty Mountain Range to hunt for Illusory Beast?"    

A loud and clear voice was heard from Chiang Zhan's mouth. Like a bolt of lightning, his body flashed and appeared next to the dozen Divine King Stage warriors.    

"You are..."    

The strongest Divine King Stage warrior among them, the purple-robed youth, asked with a puzzled look in his eyes.    

At this moment, everyone, including the red-robed youth from the Dragon Clan of Ancient Times, was staring at Chiang Zhan coldly. Their eyes were as sharp as blades, cold and frightening.    

"I am also Little Saintess Yun Xia's slave, my name is Tianjiao. However, because my strength is too weak, none of you have seen me before."    

Chiang Zhan sighed and said, "I have lost my freedom and am treated as a slave every day. To be honest, I have barely cultivated these years. But recently, I suddenly realized that even if I am a slave... I should be a good man, and I hope you can do me a favor... Give me a chance to make a contribution. "    

Although he was speaking nonsense, Chiang Zhan had thought about it carefully. Every word he said could be considered, and it was easier for people to believe him.    

"A mere Ancestral God Stage ant dares to dream of getting Little Saintess Yun Xia's favor. Brat, you are really a toad wanting to eat swan meat."    

"You are a fool who doesn't know what death is. You think you are qualified to carry out a mission with us?"    

"If you don't want to die, get lost immediately. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!"    

A dozen Divine King Stage warriors saw that Chiang Zhan was only a First Level Ancestral God Stage warrior. All of them were glaring at Chiang Zhan with angry eyes and sneering.    

They looked like ferocious devils. These people had a very strong attitude, and they were bullying and humiliating him. They didn't even put Chiang Zhan in their eyes.    

"Everyone, although my strength is insignificant, I can still be your errand boy. Besides, the Misty Mountain Range is filled with danger. I can help you find the way..."    

Chiang Zhan's heart was filled with fury. Although these Divine King Stage warriors were arrogant and despotic, in his eyes, other than the two top warriors, the rest of them were nothing more than chickens and dogs.    

This kind of people dared to act arrogantly in front of Chiang Zhan. They were simply blind and tired of living.    

According to Chiang Zhan's temper, if someone provoked him, he would never be polite. He would teach them a lesson on the spot. But today, in order to sneak into Holy Mother Palace and save Xia Yiyu, he had no intention of turning against them.    

A man should know when to yield and when to stretch. Furthermore, in order to save his true love, Chiang Zhan was willing to endure this kind of grievance.    

"Pathfinder, I think you are courting death. Get lost, I don't have time to waste with you."    

Although Chiang Zhan was willing to compromise, he was rejected by the purple-robed youth. He saw through Chiang Zhan's cultivation base with a glance. Immediately, he let out a cold snort. An incomparably powerful Qi spread out like a landslide or a tsunami, fiercely rushing towards Chiang Zhan.    

This was a peak Divine King Stage warrior, and his strength was beyond anyone's imagination. At this moment, a powerful Qi erupted from him, and it was obvious that he was going to kill ___.    

Indeed, if it was an ordinary First Sky Ancestral God Stage expert, he would have been crushed to pieces by the violent Qi of the purple-robed youth, and would have died without a proper burial ground.    

He was fearless, and he was bullying the weak. It was obvious that the purple-robed youth was an arrogant and domineering existence that killed countless people.    

However, Chiang Zhan had an extraordinary talent and a strong foundation. His overall strength was infinitely close to that of a peak Divine King Stage warrior. Although he was slightly weaker than the purple-robed youth, it was no different from daydreaming if the opponent wanted to kill him with just his Qi alone.    

However, Chiang Zhan didn't unleash his strongest combat strength to defend against the incomparably powerful Qi of the purple-robed youth, because he found out that the red-robed youth from the Dragon Clan of Ancient Times had a stunning look in his bright eyes.    

"Brother Zhao, forget it. Since we are all Little Saintess Yun Xia's slaves, let's let him follow us to the Misty Mountain Range."    

In the next moment, the red robed young man smiled indifferently. Then, he waved his hand, and a dragon might that shook the heavens and earth swept out.    

Boom!    

It was like a river breaking through a dam. The tide surged and the dragon's might collided with the young man's aura.    

The purple-robed young man's figure shuddered as he took a few steps back. It seemed like he could not withstand the pressure of the red-robed young man's dragon's aura, causing his expression to turn gloomy. Two sharp gazes stared at the red-robed youth. He didn't speak for a long time.    

Both of them were top Divine King Stage warriors. The young man in purple was really afraid of the young man in red. Moreover, the Qi they had just unleashed was enough to prove that he was weaker than the young man in red.    

"Hmph!"    

After remaining silent for a moment, the purple-robed youth let out a cold snort, then he strode away.    

When the others saw that, they all followed him.    

"Tianjiao, right? My name is Chi Loong. You will follow me to Misty Mountain Range. Otherwise, those people might kill you."    

The young man who called himself Chi Loong looked at Chiang Zhan and said with a smile.