The Barbarian was really angry. The three of them were cultivating here, but this guy barged in. If he had not woken up in time, he might have been killed.
Thinking of this, the Barbarian clenched his fists and raised his war hammer, ready to attack.
Wu Tong ignored the Barbarian's words.
"So what if it's a sneak attack?
Since ancient times, the winner takes all. Don't you know this? "
Wu Tong shrugged and said with an arrogant look on his face.
"Humph, why would King Wu choose trash like you?" The Barbarian sneered.
"Usually, only trash would call others trash."
Wu Tong said, "With your strength, I can kill you in minutes, but you don't see the truth."
"Truth my ass."
The Barbarian had a bad temper and did not want to listen to Wu Tong. He raised his war hammer and rushed toward Wu Tong with a surge of violent power.
Seeing this, Wu Tong shook his head.
In his eyes, the Barbarian was at most a boorish man. There was nothing to be afraid of.
Bang!
When the Barbarian's war hammer was close to him, Wu Tong gently raised his hand, then clenched it into a fist and punched out.
Dong!
Wu Tong's fist was wrapped in golden light. The golden light contained a strong Buddhist power.
With a loud bang, the Barbarian's war hammer was blown away. His body flew out like a kite and hit the wall of the cave hard.
Crack!
Stone chips fell. The Barbarian's skin was torn open.
"Too weak."
Wu Tong looked at him as if he was looking at a weak ant. He shook his head and said with disdain, "Struggling like an ant, anyone can easily trample you to death. What's the point of living like this?"
"Humph, acting all high and mighty. Do you think you're King Wu?"
The Barbarian endured the pain and said sarcastically, "If you're strong, why would the King Wu team be destroyed? And why would you disappear for more than 50 years?"
Facing the Barbarian's question, Wu Tong's face finally darkened.
The annihilation of the Martial King Group was a huge blow to him.
And at that time, if he did not run fast enough, he would have died in the One-Line Sky.
Buzz!
He opened his hand and golden light flowed in his palm.
He released an extremely powerful killing intent as he walked towards the Barbarian.
The latter stood up with difficulty and stared at Wu Tong with an unyielding gaze.
"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?" Wu Tong asked curiously as he moved forward.
"You can't kill me," the Barbarian said confidently as he glanced at Fang Chen and Qing Hou, who were still in a state of epiphany.
"Oh?
Do you still expect to be saved?
Let me tell you, they can't even save themselves, so no one can save you. "
Wu Tong walked up to the Barbarian as he spoke.
In the center of his palm, the golden light had already reached its peak.
Weng!
A vast Buddha light enveloped his entire body before it was compressed onto his fist.
"With this punch, your head will shatter."
Wu Tong licked his dry lips and said grimly.
At the same time, he waved his fist in front of the barbarian.
The most painful thing was not accepting death, but the fear before death.
Wu Tong wanted to see the fear in the Barbarian's heart and his expression of begging for mercy.
Unfortunately, he was wrong.
From the beginning to the end, the Barbarian's face was full of unyielding fighting spirit.
"You …"
Finally, Wu Tong was completely enraged.
He narrowed his eyes and threw out a punch.
Rumble!
Wherever the fist passed, the void shattered, and a deafening sound rang out incessantly.
The Barbarian laughed as if he was mocking Wu Tong.
"Die."
Wu Tong let out a furious roar. His fist sped up and whizzed toward Ye Futian.
At the critical moment, a Annihilation Puppet appeared in front of the Barbarian and helped him block Wu Tong's punch.
Bang!
The Doom Puppet took a few steps back and stabilized itself. It formed a battle formation with the other eight puppets and surrounded Wu Tong in the middle.
"Hmm?"
Wu Tong's pupils shrank when he saw this.
A fervent look appeared in his eyes.
"This is … a Doom Puppet?"
Wu Tong's heart began to burn.
He turned his head and saw Qing Hou open his eyes and slowly stand up.
"Are you okay?" Qing Hou asked.
The Barbarian grinned. "If you woke up a little later, you wouldn't be able to see me anymore."
After making sure that the Barbarian was fine, Qing Hou let out a sigh of relief and focused on controlling the Doom Puppet to deal with Wu Tong.
"Wu Tong from the Martial King Battle Team?"
Qing Hou stared at Wu Tong.
Before entering the One-Line-Sky, he had met Wu Tong once.
At that time, Wu Tong was just an ordinary Mystic Light Realm martial artist.
Many people were curious why King Wu chose Wu Tong.
At that time, Wu Tong was too ordinary. There was nothing special about him.
Now, Qing Hou finally understood.
Among the three members of the Martial King Battle Team, Wu Tong was the one that King Wu valued the most.
"No wonder."
Qing Hou murmured.
Before this, King Wu's tone was very confident.
He probably already knew that Wu Tong was not ordinary.
"Since you have a Buddhist technique, you must be a Buddhist, right?" Qing Hou asked.
"What's the point of knowing that?"
Wu Tong curled his lips. "If it weren't for these nine Doom Puppets, you wouldn't even be able to block one of my fingers."
Qing Hou naturally ignored Wu Tong's mockery.
"The Doom Puppets are also a part of my strength."
"Humph, watch me destroy your nine Annihilation Puppets."
As he spoke, Buddhist light shone from Wu Tong's body.
"Formless Buddhist Technique."
Wu Tong uttered a groan as he executed the Art of Bodhi. A strong aura of Bodhi lingered around his figure, increasing his defense to the maximum.
At the same time, he grabbed at the air and clenched his fist.
Bang!
Wu Tong's golden fist whizzed out and attacked one of the Annihilation Puppets.
"Formless Divine Fist."
The Formless Buddhist Technique.
When the Formless Divine Fist was used, the entire cave was lit up by Buddhist light.
The terrifying aura made Qing Hou's body tremble a little. He also felt a little suppressed.
"What a powerful Buddhist Technique."
Qing Hou took a deep breath and kept forming seals with his hands. He controlled the nine Doom Puppets to change their direction and fight against Wu Tong.
Bang!
The scorching light shrouded one of the Doom Puppets. Qing Hou instantly realized that he had lost contact with it.
"Oh no."
Qing Hou cried out in his heart, and then he retreated rapidly.
Boom!
The Formless Divine Fist was too powerful. Wu Tong's punch directly sent one of the Doom Puppets flying. It lost its combat power for a short period of time.
The remaining eight Doom Puppets' joint attack formation was broken by itself.
Without the joint attack formation, their attack power was greatly reduced. They were no match for Wu Tong.
In the time it took for sparks to fly off a flint, a great change had taken place on the battlefield.
Qing Hou's expression was grave as he stood with the Barbarians.
"Now, what else can you do?" Wu Tong stood in front of the Doom Puppets and looked at the two.
"You …"
Qing Hou and Barbarian's expressions were originally extremely anxious.
But suddenly, their bodies shook slightly. Immediately, a touch of excitement appeared in their eyes.
"Humph, a clown like you only knows how to bully the weak. You'll be the first one to run when you're faced with a strong opponent." Qing Hou's expression changed. He became confident and sneered.
"That's right. When the Martial King Battle Team was destroyed, you ignored your teammates and ran away. Now, you still have the face to stand here?" Barbarian did not give Wu Tong any face.
The two's words completely enraged Wu Tong.
He clenched his fists. The Buddhist Light around him shone. His killing intent was overbearing.
"You all have to die."
Wu Tong said in a hoarse voice. At the same time, he performed the Formless Divine Fist again.
Boom!
The mighty Formless Divine Fist drew a perfect arc and appeared in front of Qing Hou and Barbarian in an instant.
The two stood quietly with a mocking look on their faces.
"Pretentious."
Wu Tong sneered. He increased the strength of his fist and punched toward the two.
"Enough."
Suddenly, a cold voice came from the void. Then, the space exploded.
Rumble!
Tumbling airflow escaped from the explosion and instantly wrapped around the Formless Divine Fist.
Crack!
In a flash, the Formless Divine Fist was dissolved. Wu Tong's body staggered backward.
"Hmm?"
Wu Tong's face was gloomy. He looked at Fang Chen, who was sitting cross-legged not far away.
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