"This breath …" Su Yu's eyes narrowed slightly. He had once sensed the existence of this breath in the Evil Fending Villa.
At that time, he had attacked Su Yu from a distance, but Su Yu had resolved it with the True Sky Flute of Heavenly Melody.
"It turns out that the strong man of the Moonwatch Sect I met was the Saint! Why did he go to the Evil Fending Villa? "Deep in Su Yu's pupils, there was a flash of light.
The arrival of the Saint caused a sensation.
"Look, it's the Saint!"
"Hey! The Saint really came to participate. "
"If that's the case, I think there's no suspense in the selection of the Saint Lady's son-in-law."
"Since ancient times, the Saint Lady Temple and the Saint Temple have been enemies. The next leader of the Moonwatch Sect will only be chosen from the two. The Saint's participation in the selection of the Saint Lady's son-in-law is to cause trouble."
"If the Saint Lady cannot choose a satisfactory husband, according to the rules of the Sect, she cannot inherit the position of leader."
Everyone's hearts were as clear as a mirror. The Saint had personally participated in the selection of a son-in-law, and his intentions were self-evident.
Thinking of the ambush in the woods, the Saint was determined to sabotage the selection.
"However, I'm afraid it won't be easy for the Saint to sabotage the selection. Both capitals have sent their strongest geniuses, including Wang Qingchen of the Sheng Capital. When he competed for the position of the Saint, he only lost the position because of a slight disadvantage. Now that he has made a comeback, I don't think the Saint will be able to defeat him easily."
The Saint descended on his unicorn, looking at the crowd with disdain. He glanced at them casually, not taking them seriously at all.
"I'll give you a chance to get out of my way. Otherwise, don't blame me if you die or get injured." The flame between the Saint's eyebrows suddenly throbbed, and a murderous aura leaked out.
The participants who had finally reached the Holy Altar dared not speak up.
Although the Saint was overbearing, who could disobey him?
Some who were afraid of the Saint's authority, after thinking for a long time, gritted their teeth and gave up, withdrawing from the selection.
Less than fifty percent chose to stay, thinking that the Saint could not do anything to them during the assessment.
Among them were Wang Dachui and Wang Feilin.
"I've given you a chance, a bunch of ungrateful people." The Saint glanced coldly at the candidates who insisted on staying, his eyes filled with a cold light.
Wang Feilin clenched his fists and muttered, "What's there to be proud of? The Sect Master has been in seclusion for many years and doesn't care about the truth. Otherwise, he wouldn't have allowed you to be so impudent, openly killing a participant of the Saintess' son-in-law selection and causing trouble in public! "
There was a bloodstain on his shoulder.
It was left behind when they were ambushed in the woods.
Hmm? Who knew that the Saint's eyes and ears were so sharp that he could hear the murmur even from far away. Killing intent flashed in his eyes. "Insulting the Saint is a great disrespect. Die!"
With that, the Saint waved his wrist, and a Third Heaven level sorcery incantation wave blasted toward Wang Feilin.
Wang Feilin's expression changed drastically. He was both anxious and furious. "Heart Rotting Curse! You're so vicious … "
He had only muttered a few words, but he had suffered a fatal disaster.
In the blink of an eye, Wang Feilin frantically retreated while casting spells to counteract the attack.
However, he was only an ordinary Level 6 Sorcerer. How could he block the attack of a Level 3 Sorcerer?
Under such a powerful attack, he couldn't even cast a curse.
"Be careful!" Beside him, Wang Dachui's expression changed, and he hurriedly cast a spell to neutralize it.
The ripples produced by the spell were dispersed in an instant, and there wasn't even the slightest bit of protection.
At the critical moment, Wang Dachui roared and threw out a statue the size of a palm.
The statue was somewhat similar to the one used by Cailin before. It contained a powerful spell power, and an umbrella-shaped ripple spread out, sheltering Wang Feilin within it.
Buzz!
A powerful explosion burst forth invisibly. The Saint's ripples crushed the umbrella-shaped ripple and sent it flying backward rapidly.
Wang Feilin was crushed by the tremendous force, and he was sent flying in a frenzy, spitting blood continuously from his mouth.
Even if the Saint's ripples didn't directly land on his body, just the crushing force alone was enough to blast him to the point where he would vomit blood and die.
What was even more unfortunate was that the direction in which he was flying backward happened to be where Su Yu and Cailin were.
Cailin's gaze froze, and she said, "Dodge! We can't block it! "
However, how difficult was it to dodge the Saint's attack? Even if he used all the divine power in his body, he might not be able to avoid it safely.
Seeing that the three of them were about to collide, Su Yu silently took out the 80-year-old Soul-stabilizing Wood and held it in his palm, dispelling most of the Saint's spell power.
Then, he secretly activated the World Annihilation Dragon Power and removed most of the force from Wang Feilin's body.
Only then did his figure slow down, and Su Yu took the opportunity to pull Cailin away. Wang Feilin staggered backward, then staggered and fell to the ground with his head on the ground. He looked like a tortoise tumbling, and he was in a sorry state.
The crowd couldn't help but laugh.
"Although the Saint is overbearing, he deserves to have a nasty mouth."
"He's lucky that he managed to survive by falling on his back. The Saint's blow was supposed to kill him."
Everyone was watching, and there were sarcastic whispers.
This made Wang Feilin, who had already lost face, feel even more ashamed and annoyed.
When he saw Cailin, who looked indifferent and easily dodged to the side, he was furious. He climbed up and shouted, "Bastard! Tell me, who asked you to deliberately trip me? "
Judging from the situation just now, he did seem to have been tripped by Su Yu.
However, he knew best in his heart whether that was the case or not.
Without Su Yu to dissolve the force, he would have been lying on the ground and turned into a cold corpse. How could he have the chance to blame Su Yu?
Su Yu sneered. "The person who beat you up so badly was right in front of you, and you didn't dare to speak, question, or take revenge. It was as if nothing had happened! "To me, the one who helped you, you spoke viciously and showed your ferocity, and your resentment was overwhelming! Haha, people like you are cowardly to the bone. If the Holy Maiden takes a fancy to you, then she must be blind. "
Wang Feilin's face turned red, and his anger rose and tumbled. He shouted angrily, "How dare you! Who do you think you are to judge me? Do you know who I am? The Wang Family of Sheng Capital is ten thousand times more noble than you! I don't need you to tell me what to do! "
"Shut up!" Wang Dachui walked over with a sullen face and scolded.
From his point of view, he had clearly seen the whole process of what had just happened.
It was Su Yu who dispelled the curse, and it was Su Yu who dispelled the force. Putting aside the fact that he had saved his life, the hidden means and strength of Su Yu were enough to make Wang Dachui shudder.
Seeing that his nephew was recklessly venting his anger on others, he scolded sternly.
Unexpectedly, his scolding had the opposite effect.
"Uncle! Even now, you are still siding with him? Don't you see that he put me in such a sorry state? "Wang Feilin said angrily.
Wang Dachui pressed on his shoulder, shook his head, and said in a low voice, "First, it's not that I'm siding with him, but he's right. If you don't have the courage to take revenge on the Saint, don't vent your anger on others. It will only make you look narrow-minded, weak, and useless! Second, you are no match for him, so don't embarrass yourself. "
Although his words weren't pleasant to hear, every word he said was reasonable.
However, Wang Feilin, who was overwhelmed with anger, would listen to such harsh advice?
"Hahaha, I'm no match for him?" Wang Feilin shook off his uncle's hand, and said coldly, "Uncle, you are old. Not only are you muddle-headed, but you are also siding with an outsider. Even your eyes are not working well. How dare you suspect that I'm no match for him?"
"Fine, let me try. What's so great about him?" Wang Feilin ran as if he was flying, chanting incantations. A strange ripple rose under his feet, causing his legs to move like the wind, and his speed to increase exponentially.
Swish —
Su Yu felt a blurry shadow flicker, and a giant palm tore through space, slapping toward his face. "I'm giving you a slap to wake you up!"
Su Yu's eyes shone with a cold light, and he laughed out of anger.
Su Yu had not taken it to heart when Wang Feilin had spoken rudely at the periphery. He could not be bothered to bicker with a playboy like him.
Just now, Wang Feilin had vented his anger on Su Yu, and Su Yu could not be bothered to deal with him.
Now, Wang Feilin had gone too far.
"Scram!" Su Yu frowned. His right arm was suddenly covered with a layer of pitch-black dragon scales, and he slapped twice as fast as lightning.
Slap, slap —
Two loud and crisp slaps reverberated through the entire area.
The people who had been watching the show gradually became solemn. It was clear that Wang Feilin had struck first, but he had been slapped twice by Su Yu, who had struck later, and had no chance to fight back.
Poof —
The slaps were so powerful that both sides of Wang Feilin's cheeks were badly mutilated, and his whole body flew backward with blood gushing out. He landed in the arms of Wang Dachui, who had rushed over just in time.
The pain brought Wang Feilin back to his senses, and he stared in horror at Su Yu, who was standing motionless on the spot.
The moment they exchanged blows, he felt a terrible sense of suffocation. It was a feeling that he had not felt even when facing a Level Five Great Wizard.
Only the Saint could give him such a sense of panic.
"You …" Wang Feilin covered his cheek, angry and afraid.
Wang Dachui let go of his nephew, cupped his fists, and bowed deeply. "Thank you, little brother, for showing mercy. I was ignorant, and I hope you can forgive me."
Su Yu glanced at them indifferently, then shifted his gaze indifferently to the Saint in the sky.
He was staring at Su Yu.
A trace of doubt lingered in his eyes. "Your scent seems familiar! We must have met somewhere before. "
Su Yu thought to himself. Not only had they met, but they had also fought.
"Well, I'll get rid of you as well," the Saint said lightly, as if killing people who posed a threat to him in public was nothing out of the ordinary.
However, at that moment, a majestic sound pierced through the sky, causing the unicorn under the feet of the Saint to panic.
The Saint snorted coldly and stomped his feet, calming the unicorn. His eyes stared coldly in front of him. "Wang Qingchen!"
In the distance, a handsome young man with long blue hair, riding on a white crane, flew over at a moderate speed.
The young man's breath was restrained, but the waves of sorcery that were emitted from time to time were as terrifying as the abyss.
"Zhao Tianyin, long time no see." Wang Qingchen looked indifferent as he flew in front of Wang Dachui and his nephew, staring at the Saint.
The Saint's real name was Zhao Tianyin. When he was young, he once competed with Wang Qingchen for the position of the Saint.
Wang Qingchen lost the throne of the Saint by a single move.
"A loser." Zhao Tianyin snorted softly, withdrawing his murderous intent and no longer attacking.
It was clear that he still had some fear of Wang Qingchen.
"Big brother! You have to stand up for me! "Wang Feilin covered his cheek as if he had found his backbone.
He was Wang Qingchen's younger brother!
Wang Qingchen looked at him and said, "I saw everything that happened just now."
Wang Feilin looked delighted and glared at Su Yu with resentment. "Big brother, pay me back tenfold!"
"Alright!" Wang Qingchen nodded lightly and stretched out his palm.
Slap!
Ah!
Suddenly, he turned around with a trace of anger on his face. He slapped Wang Feilin's face with the back of his hand, causing his already bloody face to splatter blood and flesh.
Wang Feilin was stunned and screamed, "Big brother, why did you hit me?"
Wang Qingchen said coldly, "This slap is to thank him on your behalf. Without him, you would already be a pile of rotten meat!"
As his voice fell, he moved like lightning.
Slap!
There was another crisp sound. Wang Feilin was slapped again, and half of his cheek was smashed.
"This slap is to apologize to him on behalf of the Wang Clan. The ancients said that hatred can be forgotten, but kindness must be repaid. Not only are you ungrateful, but you also take your anger out on others and regard them as enemies. You have disgraced the Wang Clan!"
Wang Feilin's eyes were stunned and he was stunned.
Then, there was another slap. The last half of Wang Feilin's cheek was smashed, and he fainted on the spot.
"This slap is for yourself. Remember today's lesson." Wang Qingchen retracted his palm indifferently and said, "Uncle Dachui, take him back. In the future, without my orders, don't let him come out and make a fool of himself!"
Wang Dachui smiled bitterly. "Fortunately, you came. Well, this is not our stage."
He cupped his fists at Su Yu, picked up the unconscious Wang Feilin, and quickly left.
When the farce was over, Wang Qingchen walked towards Su Yu with his hands behind his back and nodded approvingly. "Your strength is not bad."
After that, he stood under the Holy Altar and did not speak to anyone, like the proud white crane in the sky.
Cailin frowned slightly. "He is really arrogant, to look down on you so much! You are a figure that even the two emperors could not keep. Compared to you, where does he get the confidence to evaluate you like this? "
Su Yu just smiled and did not care.
"Hehe, the Saint Zhao Tianyin and Wang Qingchen of the Wang Clan are both here. It seems that today's assessment is going to be interesting." A gloomy voice crossed the deep forest, piercing the ears.
Many wizards could not help but recite spells to resist the shrill sound.
The Soul-stabilizing Wood in Su Yu's palm continued to emit power, offsetting the harsh dark force.
"It's Chu Bawang of Fan Capital! He actually rushed to participate in the Holy Land assessment today! "
"Chu Bawang's strength was ranked third in the competition for the Saint. More than a decade has passed. I wonder how far he has cultivated and how much stronger he is now."
Su Yu looked at him and felt a lot of pressure.
This person's strength was also extremely strong, at least not inferior to a Level Three deity.
The Moonwatch Sect was really full of talented people. A selection for a son-in-law had brought out three top young geniuses!
Zhao Tianyin and Wang Qingchen both looked at him silently, and then looked away without expression. Deep in their eyes, there was a hint of fear.
Soon, a skinny young man in a black robe walked out of the deep forest.
He looked at the two old guards guarding the stairs with a wicked smile. "It's about time. We can take the test now."
The two old guards looked at the sky and stepped aside. At the same time, they each took out a wooden statue and threw it on the stairs.
Chi!
The two wooden statues exploded, and from each of them burst out a yin and a yang. Two kinds of special breath densely covered every part of the stairs.
The yin and yang energies blended with each other. There was me in you, and you in me. It was ever-changing in an instant.
Finally, with a swoosh, two strange black and white flames appeared, engulfing the stairs in flames.
The black and white flames were very strange. They were neither hot nor cold, but they made people feel extremely uncomfortable and conflicted.
Cailin whispered into Su Yu's ear, "This is the Yin Yang Wizard Fire, the supreme flame that only the Moonwatch Sect Leader can master. It is more terrible than any known flame in the God Realm. It specializes in burning souls. Those whose souls are not pure enough will not be able to withstand the burning."
"The test is to walk from the flame to the Holy Altar on foot. If you can persevere, you will succeed. Otherwise, you will fail."
Su Yu understood. He stared at the Yin Yang Wizard Fire, not intending to step forward immediately.
"Who are you waiting for?" the two guards asked mechanically.
There was a moment of silence in the crowd. A Level Five wizard rolled his eyes and took the lead. "I'll go first!"
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