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Mo Wentian was the Royal Ancestor. Back then, he had fought against the world with the Three Ultimate Martial King. He had become famous for hundreds of years. He had always been the one bullying others, how could he allow himself to be bullied by others? But now, Fan Wuji had cut down one of his subordinates, putting on an overbearing attitude.0

"Destroy!"

He immediately roared, erupting with the Profound Truths of Thunder. He planned to teach Fan Wuji a lesson. At the same time, Fan Wuji's body began to glow with a fiery light. This kind of light was no different from real flames. The raging flames tightly protected Fan Wuji's body. Although the Profound Truths of Thunder was powerful, it was unable to break through the defense of flames.

"Profound Truths of Fire!" Feng Wangu, are you really going to go against this king for a little brat? " Mo Wentian's countenance turned incredibly grim as he questioned Principal Yu Long.

Feng Wangu laughed coldly, "Mo Wentian." Fan Wuji is my Fish Dragon Academy's future hope. I was on his side unconditionally. Don't even think about hurting half a hair on his head with me around. "

"Well done, Feng Wangu. I have an old relationship with Master, and we are best friends. A junior like you is actually training This King. " Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with rage as he questioned the other party.

Feng Wangu shook his head slightly, and said in an extremely flat tone: "Don't try to show off your old records. Of course, of the three kings that founded the Tang Kingdom, you are the weakest. Sixty years ago, when I defeated you and became the number one expert of the Tang Nation, your era has already passed. "

Upon hearing those words, Mo Wentian flew into a rage. He was a Life and Death Realm King who had lived for almost 800 years. To be defeated by the younger generation's King Feng Wanguo 60 years ago had always been the greatest pain in his heart.

As the saying goes, one does not slap the face of another, and one does not expose the weaknesses of another.

Now, Feng Wangu's words had truly hurt him.

Fan Wuji casually said, "Old Senior Mo, at your age, I'm afraid your old bones are going to fall apart? I advise you to swear to leave the Tang Kingdom and not set foot in its territory in this life. Junior will spare your life. "After all, this junior understands righteousness and morals. This old bone of yours doesn't have much time left to live well. This junior still hopes that you can live through the years."

At these words, everyone in the room hissed and sucked in a breath of cold air. Even Feng Wangu was looking at Fan Wuji in surprise. He knew that Fan Wuji was the proud genius king, but pride did not mean arrogance. His status as a disciple of a sect was indeed scary, but many kings did not dare to touch him. However, Mo Wentian was already famous for his temper, even if he used a treasure to extend his life, he wouldn't have much time to live. The moment Mo Wentian recklessly killed Fan Wuji, it would be too late for the sect to investigate.

"Bastard thing. I think you can kill This King. If you can't kill This King at this moment, This King can take your life first. " Mo Wentian was a king who had lived for nearly 800 years. Furthermore, his personality was overbearing, so naturally, he wouldn't be able to stand a junior who wasn't even 20 years old insulting him.

At this moment, Mo Wentian used his Obscure Martial Arts. The so-called Obscure Martial Arts was a martial art with the Obscure as its core. Every kind of martial art was capable of overturning rivers and seas.

Seeing this, Fan Wuji let out a faint sigh, taking out a small laurel crown at a moderate pace. This laurel crown seemed to be made of neither gold nor gold, from wood to wood, from rock to stone. It was unknown what kind of rare material was used to forge this crown.

"The power of the five elements, destroy it!"

He whispered and communicated with Gui Guan. In this tiny crown of laurels, a domineering multicolored light that could burn the sky and boil the sea burst forth. The Obscure Martial Arts already possessed an unimaginable might. However, the five-colored light from the laurel crown had a power that was ten times or even a hundred times stronger than that of martial arts.

With a boom, the multicolored light shot out. When it came into contact with the Profound Truths of Thunder, it instantly dispersed without a trace. In that instant, the rainbow colored light struck towards Mo Wentian. The moment the multicolored light appeared, he could already sense the palpitating power that was strong enough to destroy him. At the same time, he had a feeling that he was invincible. He wanted to dodge, but the multicolored light was so fast that he had no way of dodging it.

In an instant, the multicolored light enveloped Mo Wentian's body, turning him into ashes. After which, the multicolored light's power was too strong, and it was released from the tent towards the distance. Very quickly, Fan Wuji used his power as a straight line, forming an eight-hundred-kilometer long ravine.

In the eight hundred mile long ravine, regardless of human or plant, everything was touched by the multicolored light.

Fan Wuji knew that the power within the crown was extremely tyrannical, but when he saw this scene, his heart swayed, and he was once again stunned.

Naturally, this crown was the crown which the immortal of the sects had rewarded him after he had obtained the top spot in the Genius battle. At that time, he only felt that it contained eight heart-palpitating energies. Later on, before he left, the sword maniac told him that the laurel crown contained the power of one strike from the eight Immortals. This was the trump card that sect immortals rewarded their genius kings with in order to preserve their lives.

Gui Guan could only activate the crown eight times, and each time, the power would be infused by an immortal. This was a killing weapon that most people did not know how to use. However, after he saw Mo Wentian, he understood that Mo Wentian was extremely tyrannical and stubborn. It was already impossible for him to persuade this person to let go of Teacher.

However, if he did not get rid of him, he would always be a thorn in the side for the teacher. He was both a teacher and a father to the teacher, and it was a great favor to him to nurture and educate them. He had to protect the life of the teacher, so he did not hesitate to summon the immortal power from the crown. And this power came from the Five Elements Sect's Wan Wuji Sect.

At this moment, within the main tent, the cultivators and generals under Mo Wentian's command were dripping with perspiration. Their faces were pale and their bodies were powerless as they trembled unceasingly. They mustered all the strength in their bodies to even stand.

These few days, they had followed Mo Wentian to retaliate against the great army of teachers. Time and time again, they had witnessed the power of the Samsara stage. In their eyes, the Life and Death Realm was an undefeatable legend. They still remembered the scene of how Mo Tianxue killed tens of thousands of soldiers with a single palm, destroying a huge mountain with a single move, and cracking the earth with a single stomp.

However, the seemingly invincible Life and Death Realm in his eyes had been destroyed by a multicolored light and turned into ashes. Furthermore, the multicolored light left behind a long, deep gully that did not even seem to be low. They did not know how long the ravine was.

Fan Wuji's sharp eyes swept across the crowd, and he loudly shouted: "Those who kneel down, don't kill! Those who resist and those who resist will suffer the same fate as Mo Wentian. "

These words completely destroyed the last line of defense in their hearts. Living beings had an instinctive fear of death, and these people were no exception. One by one, they kneeled onto the ground. Even though they were lying on the ground, they were still trembling nonstop. Then, they kowtowed nonstop. Words begging for mercy came out of their mouths. In the face of life and death, they no longer cared about their dignity.

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