Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios Feng Hao, who was on good terms with Le Xin, had a wonderful night with Spring Wind Pavilion's number one beauty.
This was no longer a secret.
Therefore, when Fatty Wei mentioned it, Feng Hao found it difficult to defend himself.
Could he say that nothing had happened that night?
After all, if a normal man shared a room with a beautiful woman and nothing happened, it meant that there was something wrong with the man.
Therefore, for a while, Feng Hao didn't know what to say. He rubbed his nose and ignored him.
"Tsk tsk, I was wondering if it's really that good to be thin. Why are those beautiful girls throwing themselves at me …"
Fatty Wei stared at Feng Hao with a strange look, as if he was thinking about something.
"You'll know when you're thinner."
Fenghao rolled his eyes. He was speechless at this guy.
With Fatty Wei's status, as long as he made a call, many beauties would throw themselves at him. However, he had never seen this guy do it. Speaking of which, it was just a flowery mouth.
Eccentricity.
…
The scene was a little quiet at this time. Everyone's eyes once again fell on the camp of the top forces.
Since Spring Wind Pavilion needed to rise, if they provoked it now, ordinary forces would be directly destroyed by Spring Wind Pavilion.
They couldn't take that risk. At the very least, they needed someone to test Chun Jun's force first before making a decision.
"I'll test you."
A tall and sturdy man roared in a low and muffled voice. His feet pushed off the ground, and his entire body floated up like a falling leaf, landing in the arena.
"Peak of the eighth level of the Saint realm."
Someone softly cried out, revealing the burly man's cultivation. Immediately, it caused some people in the distance to cry out in surprise. After all, it was a realm that they would never be able to reach in their entire lives. Yet, someone easily achieved it in a thousand years.
"Golden Cicada Divine Armor Technique."
The burly man didn't hesitate and directly revealed his trump card. As his hands formed a seal, a golden shell suddenly condensed around his body, covering his whole body.
"Whirlwind Strike!"
With a flip of his hand, the burly man retrieved a snake-tipped long spear, before his entire body started to spin rapidly. In the end, he actually transformed into a whirlwind that spun around him. In an instant, the entire surrounding space started to spin along with him. With an aura that seemed to be able to destroy everything, he directly charged towards Chun Jun, who still had a smile on his face.
"Not bad defense, not bad attack, not bad saint weapon."
Chun Jun, who was in the middle of the storm, did not show any change in his expression. On the contrary, he was smiling as if he was evaluating the strength of the strong man's attack.
Only when the burly man's attack was about to land, did Chun Jun take out a folding fan. Then, with a seemingly gentle wave, he directly tapped the tip of the snake-tipped spear...
"Bang …"
Almost in an instant, the burly man seemed to have been struck by lightning. Spiderweb-Like cracks spread across the divine armor on his body, before directly exploding. His entire body flew back like a cannonball with twice the speed, heavily smashing into the barrier of the stage. He spat out a mouthful of blood and couldn't even hold his spear steadily, falling to the ground. His entire body seemed a little dispirited.
With just a single strike, the burly man, who was at the peak of the Eighth Order of the Saint Level, had suffered a crushing defeat.
Moreover, from the beginning to the end, Chun Jun did not even move half a step. He just stood where he was and casually struck out, yet he was already victorious.
Unexpectedly, when he saw that the burly man no longer had the strength to fight, Chun Jun did not follow up with another attack. Instead, he still stood where he was with a smile on his face, showing no intention of killing him.
Without a doubt, this formed a stark contrast with the bloodthirsty Black King from before.
"Peak of the Fifth Order of the Saint Level …"
Jiang Feng, who was on the side, stated Chun Jun's realm, causing Feng Hao's eyes to flash with a hint of surprise.
His talent was not bad, but his starting point was too low, and he didn't have any background training … When he was still a Martial Disciple, a proud son of the Heavens like Chun Jun might have already left him far behind and reached an unimaginable level.
But now, relying on numerous opportunities, Feng Hao finally closed the gap between him and these proud sons of the Heavens, and even surpassed them.
"Being able to easily kill someone at the Eighth Order of the Fifth Order, it seems that his true strength is already higher than the Eighth Order …"
Feng Hao's face slowly became serious, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up. "In order to cultivate him, Spring Wind Pavilion must have put in a lot of effort."
He had a feeling that Chun Jun would be a formidable opponent.
"It seems that you're in trouble …" Fatty Wei laughed heartlessly, as if he was taking pleasure in other people's misfortune.
"Haha, it's indeed a little troublesome."
Fenghao smiled faintly and did not deny it.
A moment later, someone went up to the stage and supported the heavily injured burly man, who did not even have the strength to stand up. However, there were no curses from the top faction's camp.
After all, everyone could see that the gap between the two of them was too big. Lin Fan didn't kill him, which meant that he was being merciful.
"It seems that if it's not an expert at the peak of the Ninth Order of the Saint Level, he won't be his opponent at all …"
After seeing Chun Jun's strength, many people's faces became solemn.
Then, more people went up to the arena, including those at the peak of the Ninth Order of the Saint Level. Under Chun Jun's folding fan, they were all defeated without exception. Moreover, there were already more than a dozen people who went up to the arena, but they couldn't even force Chun Jun to take a step back.
It could be seen that Chun Jun's strength was terrifying, and he was simply not on the same level as these people.
However, he stopped when he reached the limit. Although these people were all seriously injured, their lives weren't in danger, and they just happened to lose the ability to fight again.
And this was what shocked everyone the most.
"You go and meet him."
In the camp of the Celestial Eye Holy Land, the previous Holy Lord said to a young man who was full of heroic spirit and wore a glass robe.
This young man was the Holy Son of the current generation of the Celestial Eye Holy Land. It was said that his talent was extraordinary, and he had a rare Divine Body. Moreover, he also had extraordinary opportunities. He was only 800 years old, but he had already reached the peak of the Ninth Order of the Saint Level. His strength was quite terrifying, and if he had a chance, he might have the opportunity to advance half a step further.
"Understood."
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