1542: C1542 Fight

C1542 Fight

Boom.

The young man from the Upper Realm punched out without mercy.

A flower of blood immediately exploded on Liao Xian's forehead. His head was seriously injured. He immediately fainted and fell down...

He was supposed to be the strongest among them, but he had become the first person to be defeated in this world.

"Liao Xian!"

Nangong Wang and the others' faces changed, and they cried out in shock.

However, no one chased after Liao Xian. Now that Liao Xian had left the scene, they had to find a way to get the young man in front of them.

Yes, it was a matter of getting involved, not getting defeated. It was because this man was too powerful.

"Born a saint? Hmph, he's just a piece of trash, wasting his talent for nothing."

The young man mocked without hiding anything. He then looked at Nangong Wang and the others around him. He was even more merciless and disdainful.

Give up, you are no match for me."

"Apart from that one just now, I still admire you all. The martial path in the lower realm has declined and the inheritance has been cut off. It is not easy for you all to reach this stage."

"However, you still need to take things seriously. Since the martial path inheritance in the lower realm has been cut off, there's no need to give the medicinal Spiritual Forces in this world to those trash who are destined to not have any martial disciples."

The trash he was talking about at this moment basically referred to all the lower realm martial artists above.

The young man continued, "Make concessions. When the grand array recovers, You guys can also follow us to the higher realms. In this way, you can also take a step forward in the martial path... "

Nangong Wang and the others' faces turned terrifyingly dark when they heard this.

However, they had to admit that what the young man said was the truth. The martial path in the lower realm was cut off, and they could not even find a few decent martial techniques. If not for this, they would not have been unable to even have the chance to retaliate in front of the young man.

But it was precisely this kind of reality that made them even more unable to accept it.

Once they acknowledged it, it would be equivalent to admitting that the Lower Realms' martial artists were inferior to the Upper Realms.

At the same time, although Nangong Wang and the others were silent, none of them retreated.

The young man saw what they meant and he shook his head. He said, "Forget it, you won't cry until you see the coffin. I was thinking that you might become disciples of our sects in the future, so I left you some face..."

"In that case." The young man sneered. "You bunch of trash, come at me together."

Nangong Wang and the others' faces turned red. They looked at each other and prepared to charge at the same time.

At this moment.

Mo Nan, who was holding a ball of fire in his heart in the distance, was worried that he had nowhere to vent his anger. When he heard the young man's arrogant words, he sneered.

It's you.

After that, a figure suddenly rushed out of the circle. He stood in front of the young man before Nangong Wang and the others.

When the latter saw it, he recognized it was Mo Nan. He frowned and said with dissatisfaction. "Mo, get out of the way!"

The reason he spoke at this moment was actually for Mo Nan's good. The old rogue's aura was unstable. Anyone could tell that he had used external force to break through to the Martial Sovereign realm.

Even the true Martial Sovereign warriors like them were no match for the young man. Even Liao Xian was defeated, let alone Mo Nan, who had used an external force.

Unfortunately, Mo Nan showed no mercy to his good intentions. He rolled his eyes and said,

"Didn't you hear what he said? Go do what you trash should do. I'm here, so you don't need to worry about me."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly thought of something. He turned around and looked at Chen Jiaang happily. "Old Chen, I'm not talking about you."

Chen Jiaang was speechless.

Although he was stupid, he realized that Nangong Wang and the others were staring at him angrily. He knew that he had been implicated. He smiled bitterly in his heart. He really wanted to tell Mo Nan that it would be better for him not to explain.

Stunned, Chen Jiaang asked, "Do you really have confidence?"

He had personally fought with the young man opposite him. He knew how terrifying the young man was.

However, he knew better than Nangong Shuo and the others that Mo Nan was not a good person either.

Especially before he had rushed to the Dao College, he had found out that the latter had already fought with his father, Chen Rongma, and had even won. Just based on this point alone, Chen Jiaang felt that he was inferior.

Hence, he felt that he should give Mo Nan a chance.

On the other hand, Nangong Shuo, who was far away, had a look of disbelief on his face as he asked, "Chen Jiaang, are you crazy?"

Before Chen Jiaang could say anything, old rascal turned his head back and cursed, "You Martial King Stage almost got killed by me, a Grandmaster. You don't have the right to speak!"

"You!"

Nangong Shuo's mouth twitched.

Especially when he realized his peers were looking at him, he felt embarrassed. But the truth was the truth. He had no choice but to nod.

After nodding his head, Nangong Wang looked in Mo Nan's direction with hatred. Then, he gritted his teeth and said to the others, "Forget it. This kid wants to die. Let him do as he pleases."

"Let's go somewhere else."

Looking at other places, the martial artists of the lower realms were still at a disadvantage. Nangong Wang suddenly felt that this was not bad. When they had time to stabilize the battle in other places, they would come back to deal with the young people. It was also the same.

As for Mo Nan, he could only hope that this fellow could hold on a little...

Immediately, with Nangong Shuo taking the lead, the young generation, including Chen Jiaang, scattered in all directions.

Only then did old rascal narrow his eyes and size up his peers from the Upper Realm.

From the looks of it, he was not very old and did not have a strong body. However, from the situation when he was dealing with Liao Xian just now, this person was the same as him. They were both martial artists with rich combat experience.

The young man opposite him frowned, faintly dissatisfied.

He didn't understand how Nangong Wang and the others could really leave. He could naturally see that Mo Nan's Martial Sovereign Stage was forcefully raised. A person with an unstable foundation could be his opponent.

"Move aside, don't seek your own death."

The young man shook his head and said.

He showed mercy to Nangong Shuo and the others, but that didn't mean he would show mercy to others.

He was afraid that he would kill Mo Nan with just one punch just because of Mo Nan's unstable Qi.

However, Mo Nan did not care. He just sneered and raised his eyebrows with a cold smile. "You should be considered strong among the younger generation in the Upper Realm, right?"

The young man was stunned. He did not understand what was going on, but after hesitating, he still nodded.

Of the younger generation in Zhong Prefecture, he was not ranked in the top 100, but he was not much different either. Therefore, he admitted that he was strong, but he wasn't shameless.2

"Hehe, that's good."

This was what he had been waiting for. After hearing what was said, Mo Nan didn't waste any more time. The Qi of Martial Sovereign burst out from his body, and his combat intent soared. He was ready to fight.

Today, he wanted to let the young generation of the Upper Realm understand that no matter if it was the Upper Realm or the Lower Realm, as long as they were warriors of this age, they were not worth mentioning in front of him!

What kind of Saint Physique is that?

What kind of Upper Realm medicinal Proud Son of Heaven was that?

They were all chickens and dogs!

old rascal held his breath in his heart. It was not only because of today, but also because Chang Xu had told him again and again how amazing a special physique was.

To be honest, Mo Nan himself did not care about it. However, when he thought about how much effort Mrs Wang, Yang Zifong and the others had put into him besides Elder Mo...

Even if he wasn't happy about it, he had to fight for it.

If he lost, even if the young man in front of him did not kill him, he could still find a piece of tofu to kill him.

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