Chapter 4185 Two Choices

In Savage Ancient Holy God’s heart, the strongest among these people should have been Ye Tian.

As long as he dealt with him, the remaining people could be easily handled.

But he never expected that these three individuals who jumped out were all incredibly powerful, having clearly reached the Rank of Five-Rank Saint Emperor.

Even though Xiaoqing didn't reveal her true form, her strength still allowed her to step into the threshold of the Fifth Rank.

He could gain a certain advantage against any one of these three, but he definitely didn't have the strength to fight two at once, let alone three.

The most crucial thing was that as an old-brand powerhouse like him, he was very familiar with the Human Race's strength; there were only a few Five-Rank Saint Emperors.

And it was one thing for an unfamiliar Ye Tian to appear, but the remaining three were also new faces, and each one was younger than the last.

When did Five-Rank Saint Emperors become so worthless? When did the Human Race produce so many powerhouses?

He was both shocked and enraged, but there was no time to think.

Xuan Yuan Linglong and Lu Banxia, wielding two supreme immortal swords, flew up and down, their sharp sword beams making it impossible for him to resist.

It was the same with Xiaoqing; a mysterious Black-Clothed Man had just escaped, and she was seething with anger, now unleashing it all upon him.

With all three of them giving their all, how could Savage Ancient Holy God possibly withstand it?

Just three moves in, his left arm was pierced through by Xuan Yuan Linglong's sword, leaving a blood hole the size of an egg.

"Ah!"

Savage Ancient Holy God let out a furious roar, but before he could finish, his right shoulder was similarly given a transparent blood hole by Lu Banxia.

Strength is strength; it's not something that can be changed by anger.

And sometimes it can even be counterproductive; losing composure in anger leads to a faster defeat.

This time, Savage Ancient Holy God had no time to react before his back was struck by Xiaoqing's punch, sending his massive body flying like a cannonball, blood gushing from his mouth as if it were free.

"You dare to touch me? The Prehistoric Race will not let you off…"

Savage Ancient Holy God was practically going insane with rage; his position in War God Heaven was lofty, and he had never been so miserable in all these years.

He couldn't win the fight, and he had originally intended to use the Prehistoric Race behind him to scare the opponents, but it turned out no one fell for his trick.

Xuan Yuan Linglong and the other two followed like shadows, their immortal swords once again piercing his thigh.

This was also because Ye Bufan had questions to ask and had given instructions beforehand, so they didn't attack his vital points.

This included Savage Curly Holy God earlier; otherwise, he would have already died at Ye Tian's hands.

But even so, Savage Ancient Holy God couldn't endure it; after a few more breaths, he had over a dozen transparent holes on his body, his limbs were completely crippled, and his entire body was covered in blood, looking incredibly miserable.

Seeing this, Lu Banxia and the other woman put away their immortal swords, but Xiaoqing showed no intention of stopping, her small fists carrying the sound of wind and thunder, each punch fiercer than the last.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Dull thuds echoed continuously; the poor Savage Ancient Holy God had now become Xiaoqing's punching bag, being sent flying in all directions, his face bruised and swollen.

If it weren't for the Prehistoric Race's incredibly tough Physical Body, he would probably have been beaten into a pulp by now.

After beating him enough, Xiaoqing let out a satisfied snort, grabbed his ankle, and slammed him down in front of Ye Bufan with a thud, mimicking Ye Tian by stomping him into the ground.

At this moment, the inn returned to silence; those watching from afar stared with wide eyes, as if they had seen a ghost.

They could barely accept Savage Curly Holy God being beaten like a dog earlier, after all, he was a Four-Rank Holy God.

But now, a Five-Rank Holy God, the strongest in Mangu City, was also being brutally abused, which completely shattered their worldview.

"Lord City Lord!"

It wasn't until this moment that the Mangu City guards realized their master had been defeated.

A few loyal subordinates were about to rush forward to save him, but a dazzling sword beam flashed before their eyes, and then their heads flew high.

Xuan Yuan Linglong held her immortal sword, her expression cold and filled with Killing Intent.

"All of you, scram! After three breaths, I will kill without mercy!"

"This…"

Looking at the headless corpses on the ground, the remaining people instantly calmed down.

Even Lord Saint God was no match for them, let alone these small fry.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, someone, it's unknown who led the way, took off running, and in the blink of an eye, they were all gone.

This included those who were watching the show; previously, intimidated by Savage Ancient Holy God's prestige, they hadn't dared to move, but now they all scrambled to their feet and ran, and soon, looking around, there wasn't a single person left.

Ye Bufan looked down at Savage Ancient Holy God under his feet, waved his hand, and only then did Xiaoqing and Ye Tian release him.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!"

The two Savage Ancient Holy God brothers pulled their heads out of the ground, continuously spitting out the dirt from their mouths.

"Despicable Human Race, the Prehistoric Race will not let you off…"

The enraged Savage Ancient Holy God originally wanted to vent, but before he could finish speaking, Xiaoqing kicked him back into the ground.

After this was repeated several times, when he pulled his head out again, he obediently shut his mouth.

Although he was fierce and brutal, he was now completely subdued, knowing that these people didn't care about him, nor did they care about the power behind him.

Ye Bufan smiled slightly: "That's right. Be honest. Answer whatever I ask."

Savage Ancient Holy God's eyes were spitting fire with rage, but he didn't dare to utter another word, as Xiaoqing was standing beside him, glaring menacingly, ready to make him eat dirt again at any moment.

Savage Curly Holy God was even more so, obediently lying beside them, not daring to move, since even his elder brother had been reduced to such a state by them, let alone him.

Ye Bufan said, "The Five Great Saint Emperors of the Human Race once came to War God Heaven and told me the location of their previous battle."

Savage Ancient Holy God's expression changed, "I don't know."

Ye Bufan smiled coldly: "You don't know? I originally had no intention of being your enemy, but you sought death yourself.

If you're not even useful for this, then go die!"

"You… you dare to kill me? I am a Holy God of the Prehistoric Race…"

Savage Ancient Holy God still held a glimmer of hope, after all, his identity was clear.

But before he could finish speaking, Ye Bufan stomped down, directly breaking his right leg in two.

"I don't care who you are. Either answer my question, or die!"

Ye Bufan's voice was icy, his eyes filled with Killing Intent: "You have one last chance."

Savage Ancient Holy God's expression became complex, both shocked and angry, with a hint of fear.

He couldn't understand where this Young man had sprung from, to be so ruthless, showing no fear of his identity, and not putting the Prehistoric Race in his eyes.

Upon receiving the opponent's Killing Intent, he knew this was not a joke, and felt some fear in his heart, but if he were to directly concede, he still felt somewhat unwilling.

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you, I know everything."

Savage Curly Holy God interjected, "I know where it is, it's in Tongsheng Gorge in War God Heaven!"