"Boom!"
Wang Meng stood firmly on the stage and unleashed another punch. The seal on his fist was covered in a golden light like a surging divine ocean. It blew away the eighth cultivator.
The ninth was at third-level Heaven's Mandate. He was a young overlord, the eldest disciple of an old sect in Central Royal. He was heroic and unbeatable in his sect. He came to the capital to challenge the geniuses in order to become famous.
More than ten Junior Brothers and Sisters wearing the same uniform cheered for him. Most of these disciples were at the Heaven's Mandate realm and above. It was clear that their sects were extraordinary or else they wouldn't be able to produce so many geniuses.
"First Brother, do your best!"
"First Brother, defeat the nephew of the demon's son and make your name known!"
…
"Boom!"
Without wasting any words, Wang Meng brazenly made his move, striking out with a martial art divine ability. The bones in his entire body seemed to become transparent, turning into divine jade.
He unleashed nine punches in a row like a ferocious beast coming out of its cage.
Wang Meng's physique was powerful to begin with. After cultivating the Martial Tower's technique, he became even more powerful. Even a young overlord was suppressed by him.
The eldest disciple of the Celestial Sect couldn't fight back at all. In the end, he was swept by Wang Meng's halberd, shattering the protective light around him and causing him to tumble down the stone steps.
An overlord of the younger generation was defeated just like that. He didn't even have a chance to retaliate.
The expressions of the Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters of the Immortal Sects changed instantly. How could their respected Eldest Senior Brother be defeated so quickly?
"This man's strength is too great. He's like a raging bull."
"That's why he's the disciple of the Martial Tower Lord. His techniques are amazing."
…
On the balcony in the jade palace.
Yao Ji stood there and looked down at the stage. Her dress was as white as snow. Her buttocks were round and her waist was slender. Her breasts were erect and her features were ethereal. She looked like a fairy who didn't eat the food of the mortal world. However, there was a devilish charm in her bones.
Half pure and half evil.
She had the face of an angel yet she brought a man to hell.
She pointed at the stage and softly said: "That's the nephew of the demon's son for you. Your cultivation is indeed strong. Who in the younger generation can compete against him?"
Hearing this, the three rulers of the younger generation sitting in the hall were startled and disdainful.
One of them had a daoist robe and a bright moon on his back. He snorted: "Just a barbarian, I can trample him under my feet in three moves."
"I'll go beat him!"
The other man, who had a black centipede wrapped around his waist, flew up directly. The black iron robe on his back spread open, and he flew down from the jade palace like a giant centipede, landing on the fighting ring with a majestic aura.
A king of the younger generation made a move. His aura caused the expressions of all the cultivators present to change slightly.
Yao Ji leaned on the railing and watched. Her eyes were like apricot flowers and her alluring lips carried a bright smile.
She was extremely excited when she thought about the young king's blood splattering on the stage and turning into a cold corpse. She was like a little girl who had just eaten honey.
A cool breeze blew over, causing her dress to flutter lightly, revealing half of her slender and smooth jade-like legs. It was gentle and beautiful to the extreme, causing the hearts of the two kings of the younger generation behind her to run wild. No matter how firm their Dao Hearts were, they had already been tossed beyond the highest heavens at this moment.
…
In the fighting ring, Wang Meng felt a huge pressure. That aura was like a sharp, invisible blade, cutting into his skin and making him feel pain.
"You're the disciple of the Martial Tower's Tower Lord?" The man with the centipede coiled around his waist asked coldly. The centipede was slowly crawling on his waist.
"That's right, I am!"
Wang Meng held the sky piercer in his hand and slammed it on the stage. He steadied himself and stared at the man with wide eyes.
The man with the centipede asked: "Feng Feiyun is your Martial Uncle?"
"Of course. Who are you then?" Wang Meng asked.
"The Tenth Lord of the Senluo Temple, Liao Cheng."
Liao Cheng exuded a cold aura. The mirror in front of his chest emitted a black radiance with a murderous intent. A thick layer of ice formed on the stage.
Wang Meng said: "Oh!
So it's the Tenth Lord, nice to meet you. I heard the prettiest of the Tenth Lord was taken by my Martial Uncle. Her name is … Lu, Lu something again? "
"Hmph!"
Liao Cheng was furious after hearing this. All of his hatred for Feng Feiyun was transferred to Wang Meng. The black centipede flew up and turned into a giant centipede more than ten meters tall. It swallowed the black clouds and spewed out poisonous mist.
Liao Cheng took out a blood grinder and stood on top of the centipede, unleashing a bloody mist.
Wang Meng stopped smiling and emitted a golden light. He used his sky piercing through the mist with his sky piercing halberd and took the initiative to fight.
"Ignorant fool, even if Feng Feiyun were alive, he still wouldn't be my match. You dare to fight me?"
Liao Cheng shouted with a thunderous voice. The blood grinder in his hand turned into a small mountain and aimed for Wang Meng's head.
Enemies were enraged when they met. The battle immediately reached its climax.
Many cultivators were discussing below the stage.
"Just what kind of grudge is there between them? It feels like this isn't a fight but a fight to the death." A pretty princess was surprised.
"Actually, there's no grudge between them. The problem is that Liao Cheng and the dead Feng Feiyun hate each other a lot." A knowledgeable person said.
"I heard that Feng Feiyun slept with the prettiest demoness from the Tenth Hall. Liao Cheng is the Tenth Lord, so one can only imagine how much he hates Feng Feiyun."
"I heard she's as beautiful as a goddess with great wisdom. She's also the descendant of that big shot from Mount Potala. Liao Cheng was infatuated with her and almost succeeded. Alas, he met Feng Feiyun. The meat was right in front of his mouth, but someone else took it first."
"Sigh!
Feng Feiyun had his nine dragons pillar and had countless women. This demoness was forced on the bed by him. She fainted on the spot with blood all over the ground.
What a beast! "
"Liao Cheng vomited blood after hearing this. He stood in front of the palace and cursed Feng Feiyun for three days straight. He swore that if he didn't kill Feng Feiyun, he wouldn't be a man."
"Looks like Feng Feiyun is too unkind. No wonder why I saw dozens of top prodigies from the heretical schools holding a banquet outside the Divine King's mansion to celebrate Feng Feiyun's descent to hell. I even went to drink some wine."
"What can I do?
Feng Feiyun is a name that will forever be remembered by all heretical cultivators. Not just Lu Liwei from the Tenth Hall, but Wan Xiangcen from the Seventh Hall, Bai Ruxue from the Fourth Hall … All of these peerless demonesses suffered such cruel treatment. Their youths were ruined overnight. This is an unforgettable pain in their lives. What a beast! "
"What a beast!" Ningshuai clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
Feng Feiyun felt a bit awkward. He rubbed his chin and said: "It's because of the demonic blood and demonic affinity. You can't blame me completely."
"That's why I said you're not human, you're a beast!" Ningshuai retorted.
"…" Feng Feiyun didn't know what to say.
With a scream, Ningshuai was kicked flying and smashed into a group of people. He rolled for more than ten meters after landing on the ground.
…
Liao Cheng's cultivation was extremely high and the grindstone in his hand was a spirit treasure. He activated its power and the entire stage was shrouded in a bloody mist.
Wang Meng was still too young, even younger than Feng Feiyun. There was still a gap between him and Liao Cheng, who had cultivated for decades. However, his constitution was strong enough to hold his ground for a while.
"Boom!"
The grindstone slammed into the sky piercing halberd. A powerful force pushed Wang Meng back. His arms went numb and the webbing between his thumb and forefinger split open with blood dripping down.
The difference in cultivation couldn't be made up for.
"Again!"
Wang Meng gritted his teeth. His body became as tough as steel and the wound between his thumb and forefinger disappeared. He raised the sky piercing halberd and attacked again.
Liao Cheng had a mocking smile on his face. He used his full power and sent Wang Meng flying as if he was toying with a gorilla.
Wang Meng was sent flying more than ten times. His wrists were covered in blood and he couldn't even hold the sky piercing halberd properly.
"Get down!"
Liao Cheng formed 36 seals and knocked Wang Meng to the edge of the stage. He sneered: "Say that Feng Feiyun is a shameless turtle and I'll spare your life."
Wang Meng's ancient halberd had already fallen to the ground. Both of his hands struggled to support the gigantic bloody grindstone. Blood flowed unceasingly from his mouth as he gritted his teeth and laughed, "Your grandfather is the shameless turtle bastard."
"Courting death!"
A murderous glint appeared in Liao Cheng's eyes. The black centipede beneath him charged forward with its mouth wide open. Poisonous gas gushed out of its mouth, and its eyes were ferocious as if it wanted to swallow Wang Meng whole.
Wang Meng gritted his teeth. If he didn't want to be bitten to death, he had to take the blow of the grindstone.
"Boom!"
The grindstone landed on his head and blood flowed out. If it weren't for his strong body, his head would have been in his stomach.
Liao Cheng was filled with hatred. He rushed down the stage and wanted to kill Wang Meng.
Three disciples from the Martial Tower who came with Wang Meng tried to help, but they were all sent flying by Liao Cheng like three mosquitoes. All of them were heavily injured and couldn't get up.
"Those who stand in my way will die!"
Liao Cheng's murderous aura was too strong. The cultivators below the stage all retreated, not daring to get too close to him. They were afraid of being killed by his murderous aura.
He walked in front of Wang Meng and stomped down, wanting to punch a hole through his chest.
"Swish, swish!"
A series of Sword Qi surged over.
One sword thrust out and more than three hundred sword shadows turned into a cage of Sword Qi that enveloped Liao Cheng.
Liao Cheng quickly retreated and used the grindstone to defend, but there were still more than ten cuts on his face and hands. The Sword Qi was so sharp that it pierced through the protective formation of the Spirit Treasure.
"Who is it?"
Liao Cheng gently wiped the blood off his face. His eyes were cold as he scanned the crowd.