2445: C2445 Supreme Power

C2445 Supreme Power

Leng Yue, Tu Lei and the rest all stood beside Yang Ping. Although they wanted to resist the pressure of Subsaint, the difference in strength was too big. They could only resist for about ten seconds before they all vomited blood.

The killing intent in Long Hu's heart increased. It was fine if Yang Ping dared to challenge his dignity because he was a dead man, but under Yang Ping's lead, the others all resisted. There was a big problem.

Dragon God Competition was a fair competition. Although Jiang Family used various methods, in order to prevent other super powers from interfering, they used many methods to make Jiang Weimin the champion, stopping others from talking.

However, if there were no participants, then the Dragon God Competition would not conform to the rules and Jiang Weimin would not be recognized as the champion.

Approval was very important.

It was not the acknowledgement of the Organizer, but the acknowledgement of the truly mysterious person.

"Are you guys rebelling?" Daoist Master Long Hu snorted coldly, causing Leng Yue and the others to sit on the ground and lose their ability to resist. Luckily, he didn't dare to kill anyone, so he focused all his pressure on Yang Ping and said indifferently, "You have to be responsible for the mistakes you made."

Yang Ping coughed and his body made cracking noises. Clearly, he had reached the limit of what he could endure.

LEE Ba angrily said, "Daoist Master Longhu, you are bullying the weak. What kind of ability is that? If you were in the same realm as Yang Ping, he could defeat you with one finger."

Daoist Master Longhu laughed and disdainfully said, "The winner is the king and the loser is the thief." What's the use of saying all this? However, even with my Seventh Level Stage, I can still kill him with a slap. "You young people these days, if you have some skill, then feel proud. You have no idea how cruel our struggle was in the past."

"Even if it's Seventh Level Stage, all of you combined won't be my match." Although his Seventh Level Stage was not weak, at most, it was Unrivaled Genius. Everyone present had a better talent and stronger strength than him.

LEE Ba sneered as she looked at Yang Ping and asked worriedly, "Are you alright?"

Yang Ping was still standing, but he could not keep his balance. In comparison, they finally understood the huge difference in strength between Yang Ping and them. It had to be known that most of Daoist Master Longhu's pressure landed on him, but Yang Ping did not lose his ability to stand. Just this point was enough to make him proud among his peers.

Jiang Weimin was full of jealousy and killing intent.

He knew that his talent was about the same as LEE Ba's. If it was him, under the pressure of his uncle, he probably wouldn't be able to hold on for ten seconds. But Yang Ping, what did it mean that he still hadn't fallen?

Yang Ping was much stronger than him.

This person must die!

Jiang Weimin looked at his uncle and signaled with his eyes that he could attack as long as he didn't get into trouble.

In fact, he was even more shocked than Jiang Weimin, and could even be said to be in shock. If Yang Ping grew up in the future, he would definitely become a huge threat to Jiang Family.

BOOM!

The others almost fainted. Yang Ping's face was pale, he had more than ten ribs, he clenched his teeth, and blood leaked out from the corner of his mouth. Obviously, becoming an 80% pressure was his limit.

However, in the end, he did not fall.

Daoist Master Long Hu shouted, "Why aren't you kneeling down and admitting your mistake?"

Yang Ping was covered in sweat, and he was sweating profusely. He gasped for breath and said, "When is the sin of wanting to be added on?" I, Yang Ping, can live while standing, but I will definitely live while kneeling. "

Daoist Master Longhu flew into a rage and coldly said, "Very well. Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish."

The air in the arena suddenly became viscous, like a real dragon and a fierce tiger lying in wait. An extremely dangerous aura filled the air, causing everyone to feel fear and despair.

Daoist Master Long Hu revealed all of his cultivation base, causing LEE Ba and the others to enter a semi-unconscious state. Yang Ping spurted blood again. When he was about to lose his consciousness, a white light flashed between his eyebrows and his pupils flowed out of the cool air current to nourish his body. The ominous energy that was hibernating in his Dantian started to transform into energy to maintain Yang Ping's vitality.

Regardless of how much pressure you exuded, I will remain as unmoving as a mountain.

Long Hu saw the change in Yang Ping and was shocked. He had already used all of his power, a seventh grade brat, yet he could still stand.

How is this possible?

Jiang Weimin did not conceal the killing intent in his heart at all as he gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it!"

Daoist Master Long Hu raised his hand and said coldly, "Die."

When Subsaint was used, the lower realm could not resist at all. LEE Ba forced herself to regain some clarity. Despair filled her heart as she shouted, "Yang Ping, be careful!"

The others all bitterly smiled, showing sympathy in their eyes.

The others all felt the fear that came from their souls. They knew that Yang Ping would definitely die, so they all sighed.

A proud son of the heavens of this generation had fallen.

LEE Ba clenched her fists tightly, but her heart was filled with sorrow and helplessness. The difference between the two was too great to be described with words. She looked deeply at Yang Ping, wanting to remember his last figure in her heart.

Yang Ping sighed in his heart, and thought, This is my limit, there is no chance of winning the competition with Subsaint, it seems that I will die today, it's just a pity that I didn't find Junior Sister, didn't cure Zhu Xi's disease, and there is the Phoenix's confusion.

Too much unwillingness to part from him. He let out a sigh.

Jiang Weimin's eyes emitted a sinister light, and thought to himself, Die, this is the result of you offending Jiang Family.

Daoist Master Longhu's face was expressionless as he lifted his head to suppress them.

A golden palm appeared above Yang Ping's head. As the distance between the two grew closer, the palm constantly grew bigger. It was like the palm of a god, crushing Yang Ping to death. This was the power of the Subsaint realm.

Jiang Weimin stared into Yang Ping's eyes, wanting to see fear from him. There was no such thing as fear before death.

But he was disappointed.

Yang Ping's expression was calm as he looked at Daoist Master Long Hu with his middle finger.

Daoist Master Longhu's face slightly changed as he smiled sinisterly. He said coldly, "You have backbone. However, in the face of death, backbone is worthless." He sighed as if he was regretting the death of Yang Ping and the cruel martial arts world.

Regardless of how talented you are, once you die, it's not even a fart.

Only by living for a long time would he be able to earn enough money.

LEE Ba's eyes were bloodshot as she bit her lips, on the verge of tears. Leng Yue held her hand with a look of pity on her face. Tu Lei clenched his fists. After a moment of hesitation, he gave up on fighting.

He stood out and pointed at their noses, and snorted: "See this? This is the result of offending Jiang Family, but which one of you is willing to lower your head and admit your wrongs, and perhaps you can live."

No one answered him, they only looked at him coldly.

Jiang Weimin frowned, his expression was extremely ugly.

He noticed that the eyes of the people in front of him were filled with contempt and disdain. Their figures gradually blurred and turned into Yang Ping. He was shocked and quickly shook his head. His vision returned to its original state.

He opened his mouth and looked towards Adept Longhu.

Daoist Master Longhu lightly said, "He's just a dead man. Why should I care?"

He was waiting and he smashed Yang Ping's head with his palm. He wanted to see Yang Ping's frightened eyes rolling on the ground with an inexplicable sense of joy.

Suddenly, time came to a standstill.

Daoist Master Long Hu raised his head and was horrified to see that the sky above Dragon City had changed. It was as if a demonic star had appeared, gloomy and frightening. Even for him, he could feel a powerful force surging towards him. It was as if the most precious treasure of Journey to the West was stepping on a rainbow cloud, breaking through its domain with unstoppable force.

The door swung open.

A white figure calmly walked over.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]2

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