Fantasy: I! Accept disciples and become stronger!

Chapter 252

“I have rarely heard of her name before. Although she has killed a Heavenly King, the slain Heavenly King was only a Mid Stage Heavenly King!”

The corners of the Fan Family Ancestor’s mouth were sharp and his eyes were disdainful.

But there are two Mid Stage Heavenly Kings, one Late Stage Heavenly King, and many other Kings. Why would they be afraid of a woman in the Mid Stage of the Heavenly King Realm?

“That said, but with multiple people and more power, why don’t you bring the He Family’s, Heavenly King?”

The Huang Family’s Heavenly King was very cautious and proposed that the Eagle Region’s He Family should also be put on the horse. The He Family’s only Talent died at the hands of the Middle Saint Academy. This was a life and death vengeance.

Just do it, the three Kings looked at each other, stretched out their hands to tear the space, and headed directly to the Eagle Region.

The Eagle Region, He family.

He Haiyun, the ancestor of the He family, invited the three Heavenly Kings in, frowning, and pacing back and forth.

When he was in the Middle Saint Academy, he was locked in by the aura of Bing Yu, giving him a sense of horror. According to his judgment, the strength of Bing Yu was at least above the Mid Stage of the Heavenly King Realm, and even the Late Stage of the Heavenly King Realm.

That’s why he lowered his posture, smiled, and left with hatred.

Right now, there were three Heavenly Kings in front of him, counting him, they would be four Heavenly Kings, enough to sweep through all opposition…

“Never mind!”

At the three Heavenly Kings’ smiling eyes, as expected, He Haiyun nodded heavily and his eyes sharpened.

“That Xuan Yi kid is way too deceiving, I have to frustrate him!”

Swish!

The four of them moved, counting the He Family’s Ancestor, they had become a terrifying force.

In the entire Southern Continent, everyone’s eyes were focused on them, and the whole Southern Continent was shocked! The skies in the Southern Continent were about to change.

In another Region, in the Endless Golden Palace.

When King Hun Ling received the news, the corners of his mouth were disdainful and his eyes were playful.

“Haha, they are going to attack the Middle Saint Academy?”

King Hun Ling shook his head, remembering the scene of two encounters with Bing Yu. He squinted his eyes and contracted his neck subconsciously, his heart was filled with lingering fear.

Judging from his encounters with her, Bing Yu was mysterious and terrifying, and her strength was far superior to that of a Late Stage Heavenly King, she was a genuine Peak Stage Heavenly King Realm powerhouse.

Who would dare to offend such a powerful woman of her caliber?

The Golden King of the Endless Palace sneered, “Everyone knows that the Old Dean of the Middle Saint Academy is powerful, but I know that Bing Yu is the real supreme powerhouse! She is much stronger than the prestigious Middle Saint Academy’s Heavenly King, Hou He!”

“I pity those few Heavenly Kings, they have cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years…”

Swish!

Just as King Hun Ling sneered, there was a sudden shock in his Endless Golden Palace that invertebrates throughout the surroundings.

A spatial crack opened, and a loud laugh echoed inside the Endless Golden Palace.

“Hahahaha! King Hun Ling, why are you still in the Endless Golden Palace?”

A veteran who wore a Taoist robe with a childlike appearance directly revealed his figure and smiled at King Hun Ling.

The crane under the veteran shook its long feathers, and walked aside by itself, tidying up its feathers on his body.

He had been traveling to this Endless Golden Palace for a long time so the crane had long been used to it.

“Huh? Old Niubizi, where are you going?”

After hearing the words of the old man, the Golden King Hun Ling’s eyes flashed, vaguely guessing something, and stared at his old friend closely.

“Hey, there is a major uproar spreading throughout the Southern Continent. The Old Dean of Middle Saint Academy, Heavenly King Hou He, is dead. How many forces did the Middle Saint Academy offend? I am afraid it is over for them now…”

The veteran stared at the Golden King Hun Ling with a meaningful smile.

Middle Saint Academy used to be the Number One Academy in the Southern Continent. Who knew if there were any treasures hidden in the Academy?

Now that he had such an opportunity, he was ready to take part in it, or watch the chaos from the other side and take advantage of the chaos…

“How? You don’t plan to join in the fun in this storm?”

The Old Toaist stared at the Golden King Hun Ling closely. He and the Golden King Hun Ling had been old friends for many years. With this opportunity, he naturally chose to call the Golden King Hun Ling to join him on this journey.

“No way, no!”

There was a clear look in the eyes of King Hun Ling, he now knew of his old friend’s idea, and then he smiled bitterly, shook his head slightly, and stared at his old friend deeply.

“This turmoil, I advise you, it is best not to participate in it!”

“Otherwise, you will definitely die!”

For thousands of years, the two had forged a deep friendship on the chessboard. The Golden King Hun Ling deliberately wanted to help him out, not wanting to watch him die.

‘I’ll definitely die?’

The old Taoist raised his brows, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

He was a Veteran King of the Heavenly King Realm. When looking at the entire Southern Continent, how many people could possibly kill him?

Slightly squinting his eyes, the old Toaist stared at the solemn Golden King Hun Ling and spoke in a low voice.

“Do you… know something?”

The Golden King Hun Ling shook his head, sighed, and stared deeply at his old friend.

“Do you remember that when we played chess last time after I left, I retreated from Heaven Region after suffering a loss?”

Hearing the words, a trace of thought flashed in the Old Toaist’s eyes.

He remembered that situation quite vaguely…