The Pressure of the Four Saints
If you displease me, I'll do the same to you.
Who cares if it's the Ethereal Heaven Tower or some bullsh * t Saint Leader?
That's Long Fei's personality!
As the sound of his voice faded, the entire arena fell silent as everyone looked at Xiang Longfei.
A monk had black lines hanging on his forehead as he thought bitterly, It's over, it's over. Why doesn't this lad listen to my advice?
How dare he insult the Ethereal Heaven Tower in the Ethereal Hall? Isn't he courting death?
Probably only Long Fei was capable of saying such words.
All of a sudden …
A deep voice boomed. "Audacious!"
One of the Saints narrowed his eyes, and a sharp glint flickered in his eyes. With a loud boom, it crushed down on Long Fei's consciousness.
Weng!
Long Fei's sea of consciousness shook, unable to withstand it.
His body began to tremble uncontrollably.
The cultivation of a Saint was simply too powerful, to the extent that he couldn't stand against it. However … Long Fei's personality was one that would never yield. Even though he was being suppressed, he still stubbornly said, "Am I wrong?"
"You called us here, but you left us hanging here. What is this?"
"Are you targeting me?"
"Since that's the case, why can't I scold you?"
Long Fei tolerated it for a minute.
He tolerated it for ten minutes, but for half an hour, he didn't say anything at all. Instead, he just kept talking about things that had nothing to do with him. What was this called?
This was called disregarding his existence.
"Hmph!"
Cold sweat trickled down Long Fei's forehead as the pressure from the other Saint moved. Boom!
Yet another wave of pressure crushed down on Long Fei's consciousness. "Do you think you have the right to speak in this Ethereal Hall?"
Weng!
Long Fei's consciousness trembled violently. His entire body was on the verge of collapsing.
His trembling intensified.
However, Long Fei was still as calm as ever, and said solemnly: "Then why did you call me over? What's the point? "
"You want to see me make a fool of myself?"
"Come on then!"
The pressure from the two Saints was like two huge mountains crushing down on Long Fei's mind, it felt like his entire head was going to fall off.
So that he could not breathe.
Moreover, his waist was bending, and his knees were bending.
Long Fei seemed like he couldn't take it anymore.
The feeling of being crushed by this pressure was simply too unbearable. His cultivation base was higher than Long Fei's, so much so that Long Fei could not surpass him at all. This pressure was the result of the difference in cultivation base.
His head was not listening to him, and the feeling of exploding almost made Long Fei go berserk.
At this moment.
The third Saint suddenly moved and shouted in a deep voice, "As a new disciple, you don't even have the basic courtesy to come to the Ethereal Hall. Kneel!"
His voice deepened.
"Boom!"
The pressure was like a ferocious beast suddenly rushing out, directly crushing down on Long Fei's sea of consciousness, like a thunderbolt.
The pressure of three Saints.
Just how powerful was this person?
How could a new disciple withstand it?
Even though Long Fei's cultivation had reached the demigod realm, he was still unable to withstand it.
The cultivation of a Saint was far above his.
With the three Saints exerting their strength at the same time, he was even more unable to withstand it.
A huge wave swept up in his sea of consciousness, crazily slapping against it. Long Fei's mind was trembling, his entire body was scarlet red, like a red-hot piece of iron, struggling to hold on.
He couldn't take it!
However …
Long Fei gritted his teeth and endured with all his might. At the same time, he stared at the three Saints and memorized their appearances.
"Hiss …"
Long Fei sucked in a breath of cold air, and said solemnly: "I, Long Fei, do not worship the heavens, do not kneel on the ground, just you scum are worthy of making me kneel?"
He just wouldn't kneel!
This was the will of the Long Family.
"Humph!"
"Is that so?"
Another Saint laughed disdainfully and said, "I want to see how precious your knees are. Kneel down!"
"Rumble!"
There was another loud bang, and another wave of pressure came crashing down.
The fourth wave of pressure!
Long Fei's face was scarlet red, and he was sweating profusely. His entire body was drenched, and his flesh was trembling. His entire body was trembling non-stop, and he was on the verge of collapse.
A monk panicked and immediately knelt down: "Lord Saint, Long Fei doesn't know the rules, I apologize on his behalf, please spare him this time."
"Boom!"
"Who do you think you are?"
"You have the right to kneel on behalf of others?" A Saint sneered, and with a sweep of his right hand, a gust of power directly swept a monk away like a gust of wind.
A monk's cultivation could not withstand it at all.
He didn't even have time to react.
He was directly swept away and heavily crashed into the doorsill. A golden light shot out from the doorsill, and his body bounced and heavily smashed onto the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
His face became extremely pale.
Ye Jingyun also threw caution to the wind, and said heavily: "You've gone too far."
"Boom!"
He directly went forward to support Long Fei, and shouted: "You scum, what Saint of the Heaven Tower, do you not feel embarrassed? Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself? Four people crushing a new disciple with their pressure? Your skin is even thicker than the Heaven Tower. "
Nangong Yan also went forward to support Long Fei, and said: "This is the Heaven Tower? What a joke, what a joke, hahaha … "
Four people crushing a new disciple?
This …
If this matter were to spread, it would indeed be disgraceful.
The four Saints' faces also darkened, and they became angry from embarrassment, and their pressure increased.
One of the Saints' eyes turned sinister, and he coldly snorted: "Since you are standing up for him, then suffer together."
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
A few consecutive explosions rang out.
Long Fei's arms shook, and he shouted: "Get out of the way, so what if it's four Saints' pressure? I … can take it! "
"Boom!"
The power in his body exploded, and his legs heavily shook, directly causing the floor to crack. His legs were heavily inserted into the ground, and he raised his eyes and said: "Come on!"
"You want me to kneel?"
"You are not worthy!"
Both of his knees were inserted into the ground. Even if his waist was broken, Long Fei would not kneel.
He would not kneel even if he died!
The four Saints' expressions were extremely ugly. They did not expect Long Fei to be so strong. The pressure of the four great warriors was something that ordinary warriors could not withstand.
Yet he was able to endure for such a long time, and he did not kneel!
It had to be said.
This spirit caused many Saints to be slightly shocked.
In the face of any pressure, a powerful force would not yield. Wasn't this spirit what they were looking for?
However.
Long Fei was too arrogant.
This kind of personality was not good!
The four Saints were enraged.
"Not kneeling?"
"Let me see how long you can last."
One of the Saints roared.
"Buzz!"
The four of them looked at each other and exerted their strength at the same time. The pressure of the four Saints suddenly retracted, and Long Fei's sea of consciousness seemed to have been emptied in an instant.
This feeling … It was a hundred times worse than death.
It was also at this time.
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