Easily Crushed
"The next time you see me, take a detour. Now, get lost!" "Scram!"
Zhong Lingshan slowly floated down. He looked at the empty space on the ground with arrogance and said indifferently.
"You!" "Scram!"
Xu Yikong's expression was extremely ugly. Previously, he was so proud that he attracted countless gazes, but now, he was like a stray dog. He had to take a detour when he saw Zhong Lingshan, so he suddenly gritted his teeth, stood up, and turned to leave. He had no face to stay here!
"Scram!" "Scram!"
Along the way, the people who were still in shock were all forced to make way for him when he shouted angrily. His powerful aura erupted!
Although he was not Zhong Lingshan's opponent, he was still a genius ranked in the top 100 on the Prodigy Roll. There were still many people weaker than him, which made many people unhappy. However, considering the other party's strength, they all made way. After all, it was better not to provoke Xu Yikong now!
"Scram!" "Scram!"
Xu Yikong strode away, but a slender figure appeared in front of him. This person was not old, not even 20 years old. He was dressed in a blue and white robe and carried a huge sword on his back. He walked forward while drinking, as if he did not notice the bustling scene around him. The strangest thing was that the young man had a monkey sleeping on his shoulder, as if it was a toy.
A big sword, a little monkey, a blue and white robe, and a wine jug. It was a very different outfit, even a little unique.
"I told you to scram, didn't you hear me?" "Scram!"
Xu Yikong glanced at the young man and did not take him seriously at all. The young man was only at the middle stage of the Emperor Spirit Realm. There were many people at this level in the seven major martial arts halls.
However, the young man continued to walk forward as if he did not hear him.
"Who is this person? Is he crazy?" Xu Yikong had just lost, and it was time for him to lose face. He blocked the way, and he was charging into Xu Yikong's anger! The crowd sucked in a breath of cold air, thinking that the young man was stupid!
"Looks like I lost a match, and everyone thinks I'm a pushover!" "Scram!"
Veins appeared on Xu Yikong's handsome face. He took a big step forward, and a golden fist surged out. The wind and clouds rolled, and strong winds blew in all directions!
This fist was his King Body's Fist, and it was also a fist with Martial Intent. It had reached seventy percent completion!
"So domineering!" "
The eyes of the crowd flashed. Xu Yikong didn't seem to be holding back at all. He was already using his strongest attack. Could it be that he wasn't afraid of killing that young man? Moreover, that young man was too strange. Even though he knew that the attack was empty, he didn't dodge or retreat. Instead, he continued to drink!
Pa!
Under countless gazes, the young man's left hand continued to drink from the wine jug, while his right hand stretched out and easily blocked Xu Yikong's punch!
Rumble!
A terrifying wave of spiritual energy erupted from the two palms. The power even caused the air to burn. It was incomparably dazzling!
"What?"
The crowd's pupils constricted.
Even though Xu Yikong had been defeated, there was no need to doubt his strength, and it shouldn't be difficult for him to be ranked at the 120th position on the Genius Rankings. However, the mysterious young man had easily blocked his attack, and the most terrifying part was that the young man was only at the middle stage of the Emperor Spirit Realm!
"How is this possible?"
Xu Yikong's eyes were also wide open. He had lost once before, and now it seemed that he had lost again!
"Are you looking for people to behave atrociously because you lost?"
The young man's calm voice sounded out. He slowly drank a mouthful of wine, and then his right hand exerted a little force. Suddenly, Xu Yikong cried out in pain. His arm seemed to be grabbed by a monster beast, as if it were about to break.
The young man shook his head. He lifted his right hand and swung Xu Yikong like a sandbag, and then smashed him into the ground!
With a bang, the earth split open, and the cracks continued to spread. Xu Yikong spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted. This was incomparably shameful!
The young man didn't even glance at Xu Yikong. He stepped over Xu Yikong's body and continued to drink as he walked, causing the crowd to fall silent!
What a terrifying strength!
The young man didn't care about the gazes of those around him. He wore a blue and white robe, and calmly walked towards the Seven Profound Martial House's entrance.
"It's him!"
Zhong Lingshan's face was dignified as he looked at the young man. He quietly stood in place, not saying a word. Others might not know who this young man was, but he did. This young man was the Mad God Lin Ling!
"Was that your full strength?"
As the young man passed by Zhong Lingshan, Zhong Lingshan indifferently asked. After all, Lin Ling's strength was much stronger than he had imagined. He didn't know if Lin Ling had used his full strength to defeat Xu Yikong, or if it was just a small test, so he asked.
"When you see an elder of the Seven Profound Martial House, shouldn't you respectfully address him, and not rudely ask such questions!"
Lin Ling said without looking at Zhong Lingshan. Because Zhong Lingshan was surprised, he seemed to have forgotten the taboo between martial artists. That was to not casually ask others about their cultivation methods or martial arts. But Zhong Lingshan had asked, this was very rude!
Zhong Lingshan's body trembled, and he looked at Lin Ling. Finally, he clenched his teeth and said, "Disciple Zhong Lingshan greets Elder Lin!"
Lin Ling nodded, and without another word, disappeared from the entrance.
Zhong Lingshan looked at that slender back, his eyebrows tightly wrinkled. Although he was confident that Lin Ling was not his match, he didn't know why, but after looking at Lin Ling, he felt a sense of fear and trepidation, as if he were facing a top genius of the Proud Son of Heaven!
Was this an illusion?
Zhong Lingshan shook his head. It must have been an illusion. It should have been Lin Ling's status as an elder that intimidated him. As a late Emperor Spirit realm martial artist, how could he fear Lin Ling!
"Elder Lin, he is Lin Ling?"
The crowd was stunned for a moment, and then began to talk. They had finally seen the most famous Mad God of the Seven Profound Martial House, Lin Ling!
"In the semifinals of the Proud Son of Heaven List, all the proud sons of heaven have returned. Some have come back from adventuring, and some have come out from closed-door seclusion. The Proud Son of Heaven List has begun to reshuffle. I wonder how far this Lin Ling will be able to go!" Those older powerhouses muttered to themselves. From what they could see, Zhong Lingshan and Lin Ling were both geniuses that surpassed everyone's imaginations. They would absolutely cause the Proud Son of Heaven List to be reshuffled!
"Lin Ling has returned!"
In the rainforest's Holy Land, atop a giant ancient tree, a young girl in a long black dress stood there. Her eyes were as dark as the night as she looked into the distance. She quietly stood there, but it was as if she had disappeared from this world.
"Meng, Lin Ling is a very cunning person. He is an ant, and you are a proud daughter of heaven. But when he was conferring the title of elder, he actually dragged you down from the altar. That was a very beautiful move. Even I have to admit that Lin Ling is truly fierce. However, the humiliation that he has given you, in your second battle, you must return it ten times over!"
From the side, a cold voice floated out from Martial House Master Tianlin's mouth. The young girl nodded, and deep in her eyes, an incomparably thick killing intent flashed.
She stroked her delicate cheeks. Lin Ling had once slapped her three times!
"He is still at the middle Emperor Spirit realm. He is not worth mentioning!"
The young girl coldly said.
"Mm. This boy is brave and resourceful. Although his talent is fierce, he still cannot compare to you. Before he grows, we must thoroughly erase him!"
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