A Single Strand of Hair
With Jing Wu Shou's strength, even someone as strong as Nan Ruo Feng had to take him into consideration. Seeing that the might of a Martial King was unable to suppress Jing Wu Shou, Nan Ruo Feng quickly brought out his identity as a direct disciple.
Jing Wu Shou's face changed.
"Junior brother, seems like I am unable to personally witness your strength this time."
Helplessly shaking his head at Ye Fei, Jing Wu Shou had no choice but to give up on the idea of going up the stage, and nodded at Nan Ruo Feng: "Alright, keep your gold sword, I will not go up the stage."
"Sure! Huang Shu, in the next round, you are not allowed to use your gold sword! "Nan Ruo Feng said indifferently. Huang Shu's face instantly turned as ugly as a pig's liver.
Why did he dare to challenge all the experts of the Mountain River List alone, and even wanted the Tenth Prince, Yan Bei, Shi Feng and Ye Fei to go up together? What Huang Xie relied on was his supreme grade artifact, the Gold Sword. Without it, Huang Xie would be nothing.
On the stage, the Tenth Prince and Yan Bei sneered at Huang Shu, they did not dare to fight with Nan Ruo Feng, but against the second generation Huang Shu, they were too lazy to even use their blade intent, and could beat Huang Shu to a pulp.
"Brother-in-law, save me!" Huang Shu who was on the stage was so scared that he was about to cry. But no one pitied him.
Nan Ruo Feng's performance was too tyrannical, as though he was insulting all the experts of the Mountain River List. Forget about the Tenth Prince and Yan Bei wanting to teach Huang Shu a lesson, even Ye Fei was considering whether to go up and join in the fun, and teach Huang Shu a lesson.
Just then. Nan Ruo Feng spoke again.
"Wait!"
It was just two words, but it was enough to intimidate the Tenth Prince and Yan Bei, who did not dare to make a move, and could only suppress their anger and stare at Nan Ruo Feng.
As though he could feel their anger, Nan Ruo Feng laughed, it was a type of arrogance, as though he was looking at ants with disdain. "My two junior brothers, seems like you are still not convinced by me, Nan Ruo Feng. Fine, I will give you a chance to vent your anger, all the top 20 disciples of the Mountain River List, go up the stage, those who do not go up will automatically lose the qualifications to compete."
"Yes, Senior Brother Nan!" More than seventy percent of the disciples rushed into the arena with reverence.
"A bunch of slaves!" Yang Xiao scolded very unhappily.
"The situation is stronger than the person! Every strong person will experience a time when they are weak. "Ye Fei was quite open-minded and quickly walked up to the arena.
Then Lin Sen, Yang Xiao, and Zhao Yu came up. The four of them stood together and looked after each other.
Qi Chuchu stood with the Tenth Prince, Yan Bei, and Shi Feng. Shangguan Liu also stood firmly beside the Tenth Prince, forming another group.
Of course, the ones with the most people were still Ma Zai and Huang Shu's side. The rest of the people were all gathered there. At the same time, they were also Nan Ruofeng's admirers.
"Nan Ruofeng, exactly what are you planning to do?" At this moment, even Elder Hong Lian was unable to understand Nan Ruofeng's intention.
A look of arrogance flashed past Nan Ruofeng's eyes, and he said: "Nothing much, I just feel that the Mountain River List competition over the years is too boring. It is rare for me to come back, so let me, the eldest senior brother, personally test their strength."
"Nan Ruofeng, you want to personally take action?" A look of anger flashed past Jing Wu Shou's face.
"No, there is no one here who is worthy of me personally taking action, including you, Jing Wu Shou!" Nan Ruofeng's tone was indifferent. This was his pride as a Martial King.
Although Jing Wu Shou was angry, he was unable to refute. The current him was still too far away from Nan Ruofeng.
"In that case, Nan Ruofeng, you mean to say …" Elder Hong Lian's tone had already become cautious. Nan Ruofeng had broken through to Martial King and become a personal disciple. This meant that Nan Ruofeng would be the next Holy Master.
Other than the Holy Master and a few Great Clan Elders who were in closed cultivation, in the Sacred Land, no one could stop Nan Ruofeng.
A look of disdain flashed past Nan Ruofeng's eyes as he spoke: "This time, when I went out to train, I had the chance to kill a Heavenly Demon and learned a special divine ability. Junior brothers, next, I will use a tenth level Martial Ancestor Realm incarnation to fight with all of you. All of you can surround and attack my incarnation, and the first one to be thrown out by me will be ranked 20th, then 19th, 18th, and the one who can last the longest will be ranked first! Do you have any objections? "
"Senior brother Nan, we have no objections!"
Huang Shu and the group of people naturally cheered loudly. Lin Sen and Yang Xiao's faces were filled with anger. Ye Fei was also speechless. Nan Ruofeng's actions seemed to be fair, but secretly, Nan Ruofeng could completely rely on his own strength to decide everyone's ranking.
But Ye Fei did not object, and neither did the Tenth Prince's side. Nan Ruofeng did not even have the intention to ask for other people's opinions.
With that said, Nan Ruofeng had already stood up, and in front of everyone, he plucked out a strand of hair, and lightly threw it onto the stage: "Junior brothers, you can all begin, you can all join hands, or you can all attack each other! Whoever can last till the end under my strand of hair, will be ranked first in the Mountain River List. "
Bang!
Nan Ruofeng's actions shocked everyone, he actually wanted the strongest Mountain River List experts to fight with a strand of hair!
Humiliation!
Not only Ye Fei felt it, all the martial artists who had the courage to become strong could not accept such humiliation. The Tenth Prince was the first to be enraged, he took a big step forward, and walked towards the strand of hair.
"It's just a strand of hair, watch this prince, crush it into pieces."
Bang!
Yan Bei did not say anything, his 40% blade intent sliced through the wind and clouds, and took the lead to slash towards the strand of hair, without waiting for it to land, he wanted to crush the strand of hair.
"Lin!"
Nan Ruofeng was expressionless, after throwing down the strand of hair, he did not even look at the battle on stage, and returned to his seat, chatting with the group of black robed elders who were trying to curry favor with him.
And the strand of hair that floated down, suddenly released an intense gold light, and a gold figure that was 80% similar to Nan Ruofeng, appeared from the strand of hair.
He extended out his finger, and aimed at the blade intent that was shooting over, and lightly tapped.
Bang! The 40% blade intent, instantly shattered, and the finger pierced through the air, and lightly tapped on Yan Bei's body.
Wa!
Yan Bei screamed out, his shoulder was already pierced by the finger, and a bloody hole appeared, he was almost blown out of the stage.
"Oh my god! That's a strand of hair! "
"Senior Brother Nan is too strong."
It was just a strand of hair, and it was able to heavily injure Yan Bei, one of the strongest dark horses in the Mountain River List. Nan Ruofeng's methods, undoubtedly shocked everyone present.
On the stage, many of the Mountain River List experts were dumbstruck. Nan Ruofeng's strand of hair was still unsatisfied, and stared coldly at Yan Bei: "Seeing that you are Master Master Crazy Blade's disciple, I will not make things difficult for you, and allow you to enter the top 10 in the inner sect!"
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