"What? Did I hear wrongly? You want to have a fair fight with me? You're just a Level 2 Constellation Realm ant, and you want to have a fair fight with me, a Star Monarch Realm Rank 7 existence? Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter! " After understanding the situation, Ying Xiangrong pointed at Ling Dong and laughed maniacally. At the same time, some of Ying Xiangrong's trusted subordinates also laughed out loud, mocking Ling Dong as much as they could.
When the other party laughed, Ji Yuanbai, Qin Zhiguo, and the others' expressions changed. Even the two teams of elite warriors under the command of the Yangkou branch hall were puzzled. Obviously, they couldn't understand how Ling Dong, a Level 2 Constellation Realm Hall Master, could challenge a terrifying Star Monarch Realm Rank 7 existence.
Ling Dong, on the other hand, had a calm expression as he stared at Ying Xiangrong and the rest who were laughing maniacally. Only when their laughter gradually died down did Ling Dong raise his eyebrows once again.
"Vice Hall Master Ying, if you don't dare to accept the challenge, if you're afraid of Ling, then let's see whose subordinates aren't afraid of death. Not everyone can use the move of destroying jade and common stone." When Ling Dong's voice fell, the Star Souls on the Zhan brothers' bodies spun rapidly and the aura of collision became stronger, but it still hadn't reached the critical point.
"You think I'm afraid of an ant like you?" Ying Xiangrong sneered.
Ling Yong had a complicated look on his face as he shook his head. "Ants? In that case, I would like to invite Vice Palace Master Ying to step on an ant like me. "
Pausing for a moment, Ling Dong suddenly raised his voice and said, "If Vice Hall Master Ying can stomp an ant like me to death, then it will be a good thing for Vice Hall Master Ying. He will be able to occupy Xi Lou City without shedding any blood.
If Vice Hall Master Ying can't step on me, or if you're bitten by me, then how about Vice Hall Master Ying take your men and withdraw from Xi Lou City? This way, whether it's my brothers, Ling Dong's brothers, or Vice Hall Master Ying's brothers, they'll all bleed less. "
After hearing Ling Dong's words, Ying Xiangrong's expression changed and he started to think.
"This is a bet between Vice Hall Master Ying and an ant. The ant in your eyes bet with his life. Vice Hall Master Ying, don't dare to bet? Could it be that Vice Palace Master Ying doesn't have the confidence to trample an ant like me to death? "Seeing that Ying Xiangrong was lost in thought, Ling Dong provoked him again.
Not to mention what Ying Xiangrong's side was thinking, the two teams of elite warriors of the Tenmu Temple heard the conditions of the bet proposed by Ling Dong. The faces of the two teams of elite warriors of the Tenmu Temple changed greatly. Some of the hot-blooded warriors even looked at Ling Dong gratefully with excitement in their eyes.
All the elite warriors of the Tenmu Temple who were not brainless understood that Ling Dong did this for them.
It should be known that the rules of the Tenmu Temple were very strict for these elite warriors who were directly under the Tenmu Temple. In order to prevent them from retreating in the face of a battle, the Tenmu Temple had long issued a decree. If the elite warriors retreated without fighting, they would be beheaded!
If they lost ground without fighting, they would be beheaded!
Even if they were defeated and fled, if they went back with a complete formation, the punishment they would receive would not be any lighter than death. This was because the Tenmu Temple had a rule that they would only be allowed to flee if 80% of the hundred-man team and 90% of the thousand-man team died in battle.
Although this decree of the Tenmu Temple had many unreasonable aspects, it was undeniable that this decree had brought great benefits to the expansion of the Tenmu Temple. At the very least, the elite warriors under the Tenmu Temple's command had turned the situation around many times in a frenzied battle to the death.
Ling Dong, the hall master, had the support of his family, so the punishment he received was very limited. However, these elite warriors were in a dilemma.
If they retreated without fighting, they would be beheaded. If they fought, they would only die in the face of such a terrifying military force.
Now that they heard that Ling Dong, who was only at the Second Stage of the Constellation Realm, had challenged the existence of the Star Monarch Realm Rank 7 to death, they understood that the hall master was doing all this for their sake.
"Hmph, since the ant wants to die, I'll send you to your death!" Ying Xiangrong asked Xiang Cong, who was sitting behind him, for instructions with his eyes. After receiving a nod from Xiang Cong, Ying Xiangrong agreed to Ling Dong's challenge.
The moment he received an affirmative answer, Ling Dong said softly, "Ji, if I die, you can take the brothers back to the branch hall. I died because of a challenge, so it has nothing to do with the brothers!"
According to the Tenmu Temple's rules, if the chief died in battle, more than 10% of the warriors under his command would be buried with him!
After he finished speaking, Ling Dong's figure suddenly floated and flew 300 feet into the air. He condescendingly issued a challenge to Ying Xiangrong. "Deputy Hall Master Ying, please!"
"Hall Master!" When they heard Ling Dong's command, some of the hot-blooded elite warriors had tears in their eyes as they roared at Ling Dong, who was in the air. Even more of the elite cultivators looked at Ling Dong with a different gaze. It was no longer the coldness they had when they obeyed Ling Dong's orders, but a kind of respect.
Even Qin Zhiguo and Chang Centurion stared at Ling Dong in shock. The corner of Chang Centurion's mouth twitched a few times. He wanted to say something, but in the end, he did not say anything.
This scene naturally fell into Ling Dong's eyes. It also made Ling Dong sigh softly. "The youngest of these elite warriors is close to a hundred years old. It's really hard to rein them in …"
Ling Dong's move was mainly to reduce the number of casualties. The others were easy to deal with, but that peak Star Lord gave Ling Dong an extremely dangerous feeling. Just one look made Ling Dong feel powerless.
Otherwise, in the end, even the Zhan Family brothers would be lost.
Of course, Ling Dong could also choose to give up on Xilou City and accept their humiliating interrogation. Then, he could bring his men back to Yangkou City. This was the safest and most convenient way to do so.
However, the result was that Ling Dong's future in the Tenmu Temple would be ruined. Ling Dong's plan to use the Tenmu Temple to strengthen himself would also be ruined halfway. It might even cause the Ling family to be unable to raise their heads again.
Hence, Ling Dong chose to challenge this Ying Xiangrong with his life on the line.
"Hmph, you want to die? That's easy!" With a cold snort, Ying Xiangrong moved, ready to accept the challenge. However, the ten Star Lords beside Ying Xiangrong became anxious. One of them said, "Vice Hall Master, there's no need to kill a chicken by slaughtering an ox or horse. Just leave this piece of trash to me. There's no need for you to do it yourself!"
Ying Xiangrong frowned, seeming to agree.
"What's wrong? Vice Hall Master Ying, you don't even have this little bit of courage? You need someone else to kill an ant?" Ling Dong sneered again.
As soon as he said this, the cultivators beside Ying Xiangrong were all enraged. Ying Xiangrong himself didn't even bother cursing this time. His figure flashed, and he flew in front of Ling Dong and cursed, "You're courting death!"
As soon as his voice fell, the white light around Ying Xiangrong's body shone brightly. He didn't seem to move, but his aura changed. He suddenly turned into an extremely sharp and bloodthirsty sword, slashing fiercely at Ling Dong.
In Ying Xiangrong's eyes, Ling Dong didn't even have the qualifications to make him use his Universal Spiritual Tool.
Seeing Ying Xiangrong turn into a sharp sword and slash at him, Ling Dong's pupils suddenly shrank. The Star Master Disk in his Sea of Consciousness spun crazily. The Three Ultimate Mystic Pupils on his forehead, which had long opened, flashed with a purple light. Ling Dong had done his best. After all, the most powerful Mystic Light, which was purely a Divine Soul attack, pierced towards Ying Xiangrong at an extremely fast speed.
The moment this Divine Soul attack was launched, the Ying Family's Elder Ying Cong, who was guarding behind Ying Xiangrong, suddenly opened his half-closed eyes. His white eyebrows rose, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.
In the next moment, Ling Dong's Mystic Light, which had been launched later, arrived first. The characteristics of Divine Soul power determined that its attack speed was incomparably fast.
The moment he sensed the Divine Soul fluctuation, even though Ying Xiangrong was careless, he reacted quickly and strengthened his Divine Soul defense. A circle of purple light visible to the naked eye spread out from his body.
"Puff …"
Two waves of Divine Soul power, which were almost the same color, silently collided, but the result was completely different.
Ying Xiangrong's Divine Soul defense instantly collapsed, and the remaining power of the Mystic Light caused Ying Xiangrong's expression to suddenly become abnormally painful. The sharp white light that had just condensed dissipated at the same time. The Ying Family's Elder Ying Cong, who was guarding behind Ying Xiangrong, raised his white eyebrows again. His calm expression disappeared in an instant, and he could not help but look curiously at the battle in the sky.
Seeing that the white light around Ying Xiangrong's body had dissipated, Ling Dong turned into a bolt of lightning and fiercely pounced forward. The moment Ying Xiangrong recovered from the shock of his Divine Soul Origin, Ling Dong's iron fist, which was covered in Scarlet Purple Spirit Flames, fiercely smashed towards Ying Xiangrong's chest.
"How dare you!" Ying Xiangrong was so angry that he laughed.
Without even thinking, he punched out. The golden energy on his fist was like a blade, piercing the air with a shrill sound, and even the space faintly fluctuated.
"Bang!"
The two iron fists collided without any fancy moves. The Tenmu Temple's elites, who were watching the battle with expectant faces, suddenly widened their eyes. The Taihō Palace's warriors' expectant eyes suddenly turned into extreme surprise.
Beyond everyone's expectations, when the two fists collided, crisp cracking sounds came from Ying Xiangrong's finger bones. Ying Xiangrong's body also seemed to bear some kind of incredible force, and like a cannonball, he fell to the ground.
After resolving the golden energy that had invaded his body, Ling Dong's Triple Mystic Pupil flashed on his forehead, and a beam of Mystic Light followed closely behind the falling Ying Xiangrong's head, causing the latter's expression to become painful again.
"Bang!" Taking advantage of this gap, Ling Dong punched Ying Xiangrong's chest. Ying Xiangrong was hammered to the ground like a meteorite, and even his legs sank into the hard ground.
However, Ling Dong didn't give Ying Xiangrong any chance to catch his breath. He shot out another beam of Mystic Light, which stunned Ying Xiangrong. Then, he suddenly swung his iron fist, and as if he was hitting a sandbag or a bell, he hit Ying Xiangrong's head fiercely. A muffled sound like that of a bell rang rang out, and it instantly made Ying Xiangrong roll his eyes.
This scene stunned both sides of the battle. At the Constellation Realm and the Star Monarch Realm, when had there ever been such a violent and lowly way of attacking?
However, Ling Dong was so abnormal that he used his bare fists to beat Ying Xiangrong until he was dizzy.
"Good!"
"Hall Master is mighty!"
At first, there were only one or two cheers. Later, the elite martial artists of the Tenmu Temple roared with each of Ling Dong's extremely rhythmic punches. The roars caused the martial artists of the Taihō Palace to all look unsightly.
For a moment, Ling Dong's Mystic Light and his iron fists worked together. Blow after blow, Ying Xiangrong couldn't wake up at all, let alone make an effective counterattack. He was completely beaten up!
"Hall Master is mighty!"
Amidst the deafening cheers, Ling Dong punched Ying Xiangrong's head again. This punch smashed Ying Xiangrong's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, and dark red blood flowed out.
Seeing this scene, the expression of the Ying Clan's Elder Xiang Cong, who was overseeing the rear, changed dramatically. He finally couldn't sit still.
*****
Author's Note: Chapter 1000, Chapter 1000. Looking at the chapter order, Zhu San felt a little emotional. It wasn't easy.
This was Zhu San's first novel with more than three million words. The pain in the middle was difficult for outsiders to understand. There was a period of time when he couldn't think of a good plot or a reasonable plot even after pulling out his hair in pain. He had the urge to end it.
Fortunately, at that juncture, Zhu San pulled through.
Not only did he pull through, but so many good brothers followed him all the way. Ever since the subscriptions stabilized, they had been slowly increasing. Many novels would have their subscriptions drop after two or three million words. Zhu San's novel didn't have such a situation.
Once again, I would like to thank all the brothers who have been silently supporting Zhu San. Thank you for your subscriptions. It was your subscriptions and the daily backend data that gave Zhu San the confidence to persevere.
Bow!
The only regret was that as the novel's word count increased, it became harder and harder to increase the average number of subscriptions. Adding six thousand a day was only enough to maintain the average number of subscriptions. It seemed to be getting further and further away from the premium novel's three thousand subscriptions and the hundred or so subscriptions.
However, Zhu San believed that as long as Zhu San persevered, that honor would eventually come. With so many good brothers and sisters supporting Zhu San, that honor would eventually bloom!
Once again, I would like to thank all the brothers and sisters who have supported Zhu San. I love you all!
Salute! (Military salute) (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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