Chapter 12570

Chapter 12570

For people like them, let alone seven layers of protection, even stealing one layer of the Killing Saint's protection is an unattainable dream!

Di Qingfan began to seriously stretch his hands and feet: "Everyone, I don't think I need to remind you what to do next, do I?"

"It seems a bit unfair that so many people are beating up one person."

Mei Zhixue chuckled: "But there's nothing we can do. They're just too ridiculously strong. We can only resort to bullying the weak with numbers."

Everyone turned to look.

If I remember correctly, wasn't it you who initially called for everyone to gang up on and defeat the boss?
However, at this moment, no one would dare to argue.

Given the overwhelming power that the Killing Saint is currently displaying, if the remaining members of the group don't join forces, they may truly have no chance left.

Without needing any slogans, everyone simultaneously accelerated to full speed and shot towards the Killing Saint from all directions.

No one cheated or tried to shirk responsibility.

This is the tacit understanding between masters.

Whatever the infighting and backstabbing happens afterward is a matter for later; but if the problem of killing the Saint cannot be solved, then there will be no "afterward."

Cheating at this time is not considered clever, not even petty cleverness; it will only make you the laughingstock of the whole room.

From this day forward, I will leave a stain on my reputation in Tianjun for the rest of my life.

"Well done!"

The Killing Saint snorted coldly.

He was known for assassinations and shouldn't have been fighting so openly, especially since he became the target of everyone's attacks.

If he wanted, even now, he still had no fewer than ten ways to divert everyone's attention and re-enter his most proficient assassination mode.

But he didn't.

He wanted to regain the prestige he had just lost, and facing everyone's attack head-on was his only option!

If he were to take even a step back, his reputation as a killer would be tarnished.

Take a breath.

The entire battle lasted less than a breath.

The result was that more than 90% of the participants were eliminated, leaving only four people in the entire competition.

Di Qingfan, Mei Zhixue, Shen Xiuluo.

There's also the Saint Killer.

The entire audience gasped in shock once again.

At this moment, the Killing Saint only had one layer of protection left, and it looked like it was about to collapse, with no room for error whatsoever.

From now on, if you get even the slightest bit touched, you'll be eliminated immediately.

Even so, the oppressive feeling that the Killing Saint brought to everyone was still unparalleled.

Emperor Qingfan still has three layers of protection left.

Mei Zhixue still has three layers of protection left.

Shen Xiuluo has two layers of protection left.

In other words, after paying such a high price with so many top-tier experts, they only managed to replace two layers of the Saint Killer's protection.

With what little they have left, the difficulty of getting past the final, most crucial layer of protection of the Killing Saint will increase a hundredfold!
Besides, there's Shen Xiuluo in there too.

They are father and son.

Although even fathers and sons can turn against each other when faced with huge profits, the current track rewards are not enough to make Shen Xiuluo go all in.

Even if he had some secret thoughts in his heart, he could only keep them to himself and would never dare to bring them out in public, let alone in front of the Killing Saint!

In other words, the match on the field at this moment is actually two against two.

The father and son of the Killing Saint faced off against Di Qingfan and Mei Zhixue.

From this perspective, the relative strengths and weaknesses of the two sides are quite obvious.

Unless one of Di Qingfan and the other suddenly unleashes their full potential and withstands the Killing Saint like Zhang Baiyu did just now, the balance of power will inevitably tip in the Killing Saint's favor, leaving no room for doubt.

Killing Saint looked at Di Qingfan and the other two with a disdainful sneer.

"You've managed to push me to this point, so you must have some skill, but unfortunately, not much."

He then winked at Shen Xiuluo: "You hold off Mei Zhixue, I'll deal with Di Qingfan first."

"Yes."

Although Shen Xiuluo was extremely unwilling, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and take action.

With his strength, he would inevitably suffer a defeat if he forced his way into a confrontation with Mei Zhixue. Even if he could barely wear down two layers of her defenses, he would be the first to be eliminated.

Once the Killing Saint has dealt with Di Qingfan, he can then finish off Mei Zhixue and successfully claim the race reward.

The script was a bit risky, but it still had a very happy ending.

But for Shen Xiuluo, the script wasn't so perfect.

His ideal ending would be for Killing Saint, Di Qingfan, and Mei Zhixue to all suffer heavy losses, and for him to finish off the last one and take the final race reward!

Unfortunately, he dared not reveal his little scheme to the Killing Saint. If he were discovered, not only would he not be able to have the last laugh, but the Killing Saint would probably kick him out immediately.

That would be true utter ruin.

The final battle was about to begin, and everyone, both inside and outside the arena, unconsciously held their breath.

At this moment, Di Qingfan suddenly spoke up: "Emperor of the End, after watching the show for so long, isn't it about time you came out to pick up the scraps?"

The whole place was in an uproar.

"The Emperor of Ending? The Emperor of Ending isn't out yet?"

"That can't be right. With his skills, shouldn't he have been eliminated long ago?"

"But I don't think I saw him get eliminated. Could he still be hiding on the field?"

Everyone was talking about it.

Killing Saint's expression immediately changed, and he quickly activated his senses to the maximum.

If it weren't for Di Qingfan's reminder, he would have completely overlooked the existence of this person.

"Could he really still be alive?"

The power of the Killing Saint's divine sense was unmatched by anyone present; he was at least confident in that much.

As Emperor Sheng's prized disciple, Di Qingfan is indeed unfathomable and cannot be treated with ordinary reason. However, to say that he is stronger than Emperor Sheng in this aspect is pure nonsense.

The problem is, Di Qingfan wouldn't resort to such a bizarre trick at a time like this.

That would be far too clownish.

Killing Saint subconsciously scanned the area twice more, but still couldn't find any trace of Lin Yi.

Only then did I feel a little relieved.

Killing Saint coldly looked at Di Qingfan: "Playing such low-level tricks, are you disgracing Emperor Saint?"

Di Qingfan shrugged: "Senior, please don't misunderstand. I can't see where he is either, but one thing is certain: he hasn't been eliminated yet."

"If you don't believe me, you can count the track markings on site."

His reminder made everyone realize what he meant.

Thirty-three marks appeared on the head of the Slaughtering Saint.

Six lines appeared above the Emperor's blue sail.

Mei Zhixue had five marks on her head.

Shen Xiuluo had five marks on his head.

All of them together make forty-nine.

"Forty-nine? Is one really missing?"

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other.

According to the track rules, all fifty markers must remain on the track unless someone voluntarily withdraws from the race with their markers.

However, there are currently no records of this.

The Killing Saint reacted and sneered, "That's nothing but a rat, a cowardly piece of trash that hides and can't show its face. What's there to fear?"

To be honest, if he had said this before, a lot of people would have disagreed with him.

Now that everyone has witnessed his domineering nature firsthand, they feel it's only natural.