Wutian said mockingly, "Do you understand now? Do you want me to continue explaining to you? "
"Haha …"
Mo Yuyang looked up and laughed.
There was a strong sense of mockery in his laughter, as if he was laughing at Wutian's ignorance, Wutian's naivety, and Wutian's overconfidence.
Mo Yuyang looked down at Wutian and said mockingly, "You actually want to kill me. It seems that destroying a few first-class races has inflated your self-confidence to an irredeemable level. You … By the way, what's your name?"
Chen Wenchang whispered, "Young Master Mo, his name is Fu Chou."
Mo Yuyang sneered. "Fu Chou, right? Why don't you go take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? I, Mo Yuyang, have seen many little bums like you. Do you have the right to be arrogant in front of me? Arrogant? Do you know that as long as I, Mo Yuyang, give the order, this will be your grave? Do you understand? "
"Are you done?"
Wutian's lips curled slightly.
Seeing this, Ling Chenye hurriedly put down his teacup and rushed out of the hall.
"Can you walk out of the door without my permission?"
Mo Yuyang sneered, and a terrifying pressure broke out of his body.
A Tenth Tribulation Divine Spirit!
Ling Chenye was immediately imprisoned in the void, and a trace of panic appeared in his eyes. But when he thought of Wutian's means, he calmed down.
Mo Yuyang thought that Wutian was also imprisoned, so he put his hands behind his back and swaggered in front of Wutian. He stretched out his right hand and patted his mask. He sneered. "Are you very arrogant? Why are you not moving now? Come on, show me how arrogant you can be! "
The Second Elder sneered and said, "Young Master Mo, this person is treacherous. He offended his superiors and contradicted Young Master's prestige. This is unforgivable. Let me help you kill him!"
"Sure, I'm afraid of dirtying my hands anyway. But before I kill him, I want to see what he looks like."
Mo Yuyang sneered as he reached for the mask.
However, at this moment, a big hand grabbed his wrist, making his arm unable to move at all.
"Hmm?"
Mo Yuyang frowned and looked at his wrist. He was shocked to find that it was Wutian's hand that was grabbing his wrist!
"How is this possible?"
He was dumbfounded.
Wasn't this person imprisoned by his aura? Why could he still move?
Also, how could his power be so terrifying? Even a Tenth Tribulation Deity like him could not break free!
"Now, I'll tell you who's ignorant, who's childish, and who's overconfident!"
Wutian's eyes surged with killing intent as he threw a punch at Mo Yuyang's abdomen.
This punch contained all of his strength!
At the same time, he also wanted to see if this punch could seriously injure a tenth tribulation deity.
Back when he fought with the Seven Kills Battle Clan's Patriarch, he was still an Eighth Tribulation Divine Spirit. His pure physical combat strength was clearly insufficient.
However, now that he had broken through to become a Ninth Tribulation Deity, his combat strength was completely different from before.
In the face of a tenth tribulation divine being, he would not be as weak as before.
Boom!
His fist slammed into Mo Yuyang's lower abdomen.
"Ah!"
Mo Yuyang couldn't help but scream like a pig being slaughtered!
Then, with a puff, an arrow of blood spurted out of his mouth!
Wutian flickered, and the arrow of blood brushed past his shoulder and hit the chair behind him. The chair shattered with a sound, and then it shot through the wall and disappeared!
At this moment, Chen Wenchang and the other two were stunned!
This masked man named Fu Chou clearly only had the cultivation of a Ninth Tribulation Deity, but he actually severely injured the Tenth Tribulation Deity Mo Yuyang with one punch! This was simply a fantasy!
Mo Yuyang roared, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and save me! "
As soon as he said that, the three of them suddenly came back to their senses!
"Fu Chou, don't be stubborn!"
"Young Master Mo is not someone you can afford to offend!"
"If you dare to kill him, the Hall Master of the Law Enforcement Hall will skin you alive!"
The two of them roared.
Wutian stared at his fist. Before he could speak, Mo Yuyang had already shouted first, "Can you guys stop talking so much nonsense? Hurry up and do it!"
He was about to explode with anger!
The masked man had already made his move, which was enough to prove his determination. Yet these three old things were still talking nonsense. What a bunch of f * cking pig brains!
Swoosh!!!
Chen Wenchang and the other two flashed and attacked Wutian from three directions!
"It seems that my current physical combat strength can only severely injure a Tenth Tribulation Deity, and I can't really kill one."
Wutian grumbled.
He clearly sensed that the previous punch had only shattered Mo Yuyang's energy reserve and not his Godhead.
Even so, he was already very satisfied.
One must know that if it were any other Ninth Tribulation Deity, facing a Tenth Tribulation Deity would only lead to death without any suspense.
After all, there was an insurmountable gap between a Ninth Tribulation Deity and a Tenth Tribulation Deity!
However, not only could he cross it, but he could also severely injure a Tenth Tribulation Deity. This was enough to show that his Asura Combat Constitution was not inferior to the Nine Great Combat Constitutions at all!
Glancing at Chen Wenchang and the other two who were close at hand, Wutian's eyes flashed coldly, and he spat out two words coldly — Tear Burial!
When two drops of blood flowed out, the three immediately stopped, and tears flowed uncontrollably!
Mo Yuyang was the same. His expression was gloomy, and his body and mind sank into an inextricable sorrow!
"What's this?"
At this moment, another purple-clad young man appeared outside the hall. When he saw the situation in the hall, his expression changed abruptly!
Wutian looked at him, and his eyes shone brightly. He pointed his index finger in the air, and a blood-red finger force pierced through the air. With a poof, it pierced the purple-clad young man's lower abdomen, and divine blood gushed out like a water column!
"Ah …"
"My Godhead …"
"My Godhead is broken …"
The purple-clad young man howled miserably!
Then, his eyes closed, and he fell to the ground. No one knew whether he was dead or alive!
Mo Yuyang and the other three were immediately awakened by this cry!
After all, they were all Tenth Tribulation Deities, one level higher than Wutian. If they were disturbed by the outside world, they would awaken from the Tear Burial will.
"Song 'er!"
However, when he saw the purple-clad young man outside the hall, Chen Wenchang immediately roared and bared his teeth!
That's right, the purple-clad young man who had his Godhead broken by Wutian was the Young Patriarch of the Holy Soul Battle Tribe, Chen Wenchang's only son, Chen Qingsong!
"Fu Chou, I'm going to kill you!"
Chen Wenchang's eyes were bloodshot, and he lunged at Wutian like a madman!
"Fu Chou, from now on, the Holy Soul Battle Tribe will not coexist with you!"
Chen Qingsong was the hope of the Holy Soul Battle Tribe. Now that his Godhead was broken, even if he was lucky enough to survive, he would only be a cripple!
The First Elder and the Second Elder were furious, and they lunged at Wutian crazily!
Similarly, in order to break free from Wutian's grasp, Mo Yuyang also threw a punch at Wutian with all his might!
"Since you want to coexist with me, the Holy Soul Battle Tribe will be annihilated together with this idiot Mo Yuyang!"
Wutian's eyes were filled with murderous intent. However, before he could say the two words' bury desire ', a young man in white appeared in the hall and said with a smile, "Sir, please show mercy."
As he spoke, the white-clad young man waved his hand, and the two drops of blood tears immediately dispersed. Wutian's body shook, and he retreated a dozen steps before he could stabilize himself. When he regained his balance, he looked up and saw that Mo Yuyang, Chen Wenchang, and the other two had been pulled behind the white-clad young man to protect them.
"A Supreme-Being!"
Wutian's eyes widened.
Although the white-clad young man looked young, he was a Supreme-Being!
The white-clad young man shook his head and said, "I'm not a Supreme-Being. I'm just a Tenth Tribulation Divine Being who has reached the peak."
"A Tenth Tribulation Divine Being who has reached the peak?"
Wutian raised his eyebrows. It made sense. If this person was really a Supreme-Being, he could have killed him with a wave of his hand.
After calming himself down, Wutian asked, "Are you also from the Holy Hall?"
The white-clad young man nodded and said, "That's right. I'm You Mo, a member of the Holy Hall's Hall of Judgment. I came here mainly for you."
Wutian was taken aback. Why was there another Hall of Judgment?
Ling Chenye walked to Wutian's side and explained through voice transmission, "The Holy Hall has a total of two halls. One is the Hall of Judgment. Its main responsibility is to maintain peace and order in the Holy World. As for the Hall of Judgment, it's to decide a person's life and death. Simply put, they are a group of executioners. As long as there's a mission to kill, it's done by them. "
"I see."
Wutian nodded and asked You Mo, "Are you here to judge me?"
You Mo shook his head and said, "I don't know whether I will judge you or not. I'm just here to take you to the Hall of Judgment under orders."
Mo Yuyang raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "You Mo, there's a first come, first served rule. He's someone our Hall of Judgment wants. Are you going to rob him?"
"Rob?"
You Mo shook his head and said with a smile, "I've never thought of robbing him. Otherwise, I wouldn't have appeared until now. I've already given you a chance. It's you who didn't take it."
Mo Yuyang said angrily, "You …"
"Am I wrong?"
You Mo asked in return. Immediately, he smiled and continued, "The second hall master sent you here to think of a way to persuade Fu Chou to join the Law Enforcement Hall. However, you relied on your identity as an emissary to be arrogant and act like a tyrant. In the end, you forced Fu Chou to fight. If you were not the disciple of the second hall master, I would not even bother to save you."
Seeing the two of them fighting, Wutian had a strange look in his eyes. He asked Ling Chenye through voice transmission, "What's going on?"
Ling Chenye sneered and said, "The Hall of Judgment and the Hall of Judgment are not on good terms. It's already good enough that they haven't fought."
Wutian wondered, "Why do I hear hatred in your words? Do you have a grudge against them? "
Ling Chenye's eyes flashed and he shook his head. "The Hall of Judgment is a high and mighty figure. How am I qualified to become enemies with them? I just can't stand their way of doing things. "
A trace of suspicion flashed in Wutian's eyes. Just as he was about to ask, Mo Yuyang's voice sounded at this moment.
"Yes, I admit that my way of doing things is a little overboard. However, is Fu Chou not wrong? I'm a member of the Hall of Judgment. Shouldn't he be more respectful? He ignored me time and time again. Where am I supposed to put my face? "
After Mo Yuyang finished speaking, he glanced at Wutian. His eyes were still filled with killing intent!
You Mo said disdainfully, "Face is earned by oneself. Without strength, you still want to show off. That's reaping what you sow."
Mo Yuyang clenched his fists tightly. A cold light flashed in his eyes as he said in a deep voice, "You Mo, let me tell you. Don't go overboard with your words!"
"Did I go overboard?"
You Mo shrugged and said indifferently, "It's useless to say anything more. Why don't we let Fu Chou choose whether to go to the Hall of Judgment or the Hall of Judgment?"
"Alright, we'll let him choose."
Mo Yuyang nodded and looked at Wutian gloomily. "You have to think clearly. The Hall of Judgment is a group of devils who eat people without spitting out the bones. If you go to the Hall of Judgment, you may not be able to survive. However, as long as you follow me to the Hall of Judgment, I can guarantee you that you'll survive safely."
Hearing this, You Mo shook his head and sneered. "Mo Yuyang, do you think I don't know your character? A typical hypocrite. I'm afraid that when Fu Chou walks into the Hall of Judgment, you'll immediately kill him. "
Actually, this sentence was to remind Wutian that Mo Yuyang was not a kind person.
The two of them continued to argue and ridicule each other. However, Wutian remained silent.
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