The host glanced at the Wang Clan Head and reminded him.
Both sides were like ants on the same boat. As long as they worked together, they would be able to suppress Xiao Yang.
Hearing this, the Wang Clan Head's fear slowly disappeared, replaced by confidence. His eyes shone with a vicious light as he nodded, murderous intent filling his eyes. "That's how it should be."
If Xiao Yang were to grow, it would be disadvantageous for them. Thus, none of them wanted to see Xiao Yang rise. They had to take advantage of this opportunity to get rid of Xiao Yang.
"Xiao Yang, you're so cruel, bloodthirsty, and inhumane. Even the Poison Sect's representative and the judges can't stand it anymore. Now, we'll represent justice and work together to suppress a demon like you!"
The Wang Clan Head roared at Xiao Yang, hatred written all over his face. Madness shone in his eyes. If he wasn't mad, he wouldn't be a demon. Even if he had to go to the eighteenth level of hell, he would kill Xiao Yang.
"You? Represent justice? I'm a righteous man! "
The last sentence was practically a roar.
Xiao Yang had long found him an eyesore. How could he say something so despicable, shameless, and despicable as if it was only natural? A hypocrite like him should be killed.
Looking at the conspiracy that he had hatched long ago, looking at how he was in cahoots with snakes and rats, and looking at his hypocritical face at this moment, who in the audience wouldn't be angry?
Xiao Yang immediately used his movement skills and sent a slap flying.
Slap!
The crisp sound of a slap reverberated through the air, drowning out the discussions of the audience below the stage.
Many of the onlookers had seen the scene of Xiao Yang slapping. After a moment of shock and silence, they instantly burst into cheers and shouts of exhilaration.
"Good!"
"Good slap!"
"You should slap him to death!"
"That old fart is a hypocrite. Shameless, despicable, and despicable. He makes it sound so dignified when it comes to harming others. He just needs to be taught a lesson."
Almost all of the audience supported Xiao Yang.
Xiao Yang's heart warmed. With their understanding, he felt much better. He was even more determined to resist the persecution of the Wang Clan Head and the others.
The Wang Clan Head rubbed his stinging cheek, his expression a little dazed. His eyes widened as he stared at Xiao Yang in disbelief.
Goddammit, you didn't even finish your opening speech and you're already attacking? Why didn't you follow the script?
He was angry and humiliated.
"Xiao Yang, I will not rest until you are dead. We cannot live under the same sky. Die!"
The head of the Wang Clan could not take it anymore. After being humiliated like this, he immediately circulated his powerful cultivation and used his trump card Martial Skill to attack Xiao Yang. His expression was ferocious, as if he had gone mad.
As the Poison Sect's representative and the host of this year's Sky Power Tournament, Li Xingzong's eyes flashed and his body released a murderous aura. With a gloomy face, he said to the three elders of the judging panel, "Let's suppress him together and end this farce as soon as possible. Many spectators are watching. If the Poison Sect's reputation is ruined, no one will be able to bear the consequences."
As soon as he finished speaking, his third level Martial Ancestor cultivation erupted. He unleashed a set of extremely poisonous martial skills and attacked Xiao Yang. Even if he couldn't kill Xiao Yang with his shock, he could at least poison Xiao Yang to death.
"Soul Devouring Poisonous Palm!"
A thick poisonous fog lingered around his body. With him as the center, the ground within a radius of a few feet turned pitch-black. Even the air within a few feet was polluted by poisonous gas.
With this set of martial skills, his battle power was comparable to a fourth level Martial Ancestor.
Following the Wang Clan Head and Li Xingzong's attacks, the three elders of the judging panel could no longer sit still. Their eyes flickered with a vicious light and their expressions were sinister. They scoffed coldly and unleashed their second level Martial Ancestor cultivation, unleashing their strongest attacks towards Xiao Yang.
In an instant, Xiao Yang's face turned solemn as he faced the attacks of so many Martial Ancestor Almighties.
In terms of individual battle power, none of them could compare to Xiao Yang's. However, if they were to attack together, it would be troublesome.
"You're all courting death. All of you deserve to die. Like I said, even Jesus won't be able to save you."
Xiao Yang bellowed. His face was filled with rage and his eyes were filled with hatred.
These old farts. It's bad enough that they're using their power to bully others. Now, they even dare to bully others without distinguishing between good and evil. Xiao Yang couldn't stand this kind of grievance and humiliation.
"Thousand Thousand Poisonous Hands."
"Poison Dragon Claw."
Xiao Yang unleashed the two great Martial Skills at the same time.
In the Void, the weather suddenly changed and a fierce wind swept out.
A loud and majestic dragon roar reverberated in the air. It was majestic and the sound waves were shocking. It was as if it could suppress the four seas.
Then, a long dragon that was dozens of feet long appeared. It waved its dragon claws and clawed at them. All the Martial Skills that bombarded the dragon's body collapsed and only weakened the dragon's power by 10% or 20%.
"Damn it!"
"Dodge!"
The Wang Family's Patriarch and Li Xingzong couldn't help but be enraged. They shouted and roared, reminding the three old judges to dodge.
In the arena, many palms appeared out of nowhere. Each of the palms contained supreme power and no one could block them.
This was because Xiao Yang had unleashed the Thousand Thousand Poisonous Hands. The power of the Thousand Thousand Poisonous Hands was not as simple as its power. Its poison was extremely potent. Even a Martial Ancestor would be poisoned if he touched it.
Bang bang bang.
Dull sounds were heard and the three elders of the judging panel were the first to be sent flying.
Ah.
Ah.
They screamed miserably and their faces were as pale as snow. They were still in mid-air and they spat out mouthfuls of blood. It was a miserable sight.
As they smashed into the ground, smoke and dust rose from the arena. The arena shook, and three deep pits appeared where they had landed. Around the pits, there were also shocking cracks.
"Damn it."
"Damn it."
"Bastard."
The three elders had only been hit once. At this moment, they could no longer raise their cultivation. They felt weak all over, as if their bones were falling apart. The cultivation in their bodies was in a mess.
When they tried to raise their cultivation bases again, they couldn't help but cough up blood again. The blood splattered on the ground in front of them, and the smell of blood assailed their nostrils.
"How are the three of you feeling?"
The Wang Clan Head and Li Xingzong asked worriedly as they landed beside the three elders.
Xiao Yang was too powerful. They were no match for Xiao Yang.
Just now, he had been lucky enough to dodge Xiao Yang's attack. Even now, he still had a lingering fear.
"We've been poisoned and we can't use our cultivation."
The three pale elders spoke weakly. They were dispirited and their faces were filled with helplessness.
Li Xingzong's expression was gloomy as he glared at Xiao Yang.
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