pjbooks Chapter 233 If you're not convinced, then fight!
Chapter 233 If you're not convinced, then fight!
Looking ahead at the young figure shrouded in golden flames and black lightning, whose face was obscured.
Song Zhengshao's expression was solemn, and his eyes could not hide his shock.
"Grandpa, Grandpa..."
Song You struggled to lift his head on the ground.
He and Nan Suzhen relied on a secret treasure to barely resist that overwhelming force and avoid collapsing and fainting on the ground.
Song Zheng glanced down at the two men and muttered, "You little brats, you're just leaving the city, how did you manage to provoke someone you can't afford to offend?"
That being said.
But he still breathed a slight sigh of relief.
As long as the person isn't dead, that's fine.
He raised his hand and waved it, and the yellow sand covering his head transformed into a barrier, protecting the two of them.
Song and You were finally able to catch their breath.
But his eyes, looking upwards, were still filled with fear.
Song Zheng asked, "Where is that fellow Wu Shouchen?"
"Old man, the teacher was knocked into the ground and hasn't moved for a long time," Song You replied honestly.
Song Zhengshao took a light breath. "Alright, I understand."
After saying that...
He looked at the young figure again.
Ming Xiao stepped forward and asked the question that was on everyone's mind: "Who are you?"
"What brings you to Haicheng?"
Whether it was Song Zhengshao and Li Yitong, the two quasi-kings, or the other grandmasters, none of them dared to be careless at this moment, nor did they underestimate or despise them in the slightest. On the contrary, they were extremely solemn.
The two weaker ninth-tier grandmasters couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
Only upon closer inspection did one realize the terrifying power emanating from the source of that oppressive will.
It was more than ten times stronger than what I experienced in Haicheng!
The air was almost frozen, and the pressure on the ground within a radius of a thousand meters was as thick as mercury. Dust clung tightly to the ground, and all the ferocious beasts within ten miles trembled and cowered in their caves or clung tightly to the ground, their eyes filled with extreme fear!
Wuwei is magnificent.
That's all there is to it.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone.
The tall, imposing figure chuckled twice and said:
"Would you believe me if I said I was just passing by?"
Of course, the others didn't believe it.
Just then, Wu Shouchen, who was lying on the ground, sensed Song Zhengshao's presence and spoke to him using a secret technique.
Upon hearing this, Song Zhengshao's expression changed, and he said coldly, "You're from Japan?"
Li Yitong and the others also changed their expressions.
Click!
Accompanied by dazzling lightning, a purple lightning bolt thundered across the sky, illuminating the darkness beneath, and struck the opponent like a lightning whip.
The boy didn't even glance at it, raised his hand and punched the lightning bolt that was powerful enough to destroy half a street, shattering it to pieces.
In the reflection of Song Zhengshao and the others' pupils.
Against a backdrop of shattered lightning and swirling clouds, a young figure stood out. Clad in black, his eyes, one gold and one red, shone brightly, like two candles hanging in the sky, calm and serene.
"no."
"But my people are, is that not allowed?"
Li Yitong glanced at Ye and Shen Gongyu on the ground, and her expression hardened when she saw the Shen Gong family crest on Shen Gongyu's clothes.
"A member of the Jingu family?"
Another ninth-tier Grandmaster exclaimed in astonishment: "The Shingu family, one of the three great families?!"
The men's gazes swept over the two women, filled with surprise, suspicion, wariness, and hostility.
boom!
A blazing, surging wall of energy erupted from Jiang Yuan's body, sweeping across all directions.
Mingxiao waved his hand and smashed it.
A gentle breeze ruffled everyone's hair.
Song Zhengshao's expression grew even colder. "Are you... provoking us?"
"So what if I am?" the young man chuckled. "If you're not happy, then let's fight."
Song Zhengshao's forehead veins bulged, just as he was about to make a move.
Mingxiao stopped him and said slowly, "Daxia does not have a rule that foreigners are not allowed to enter, but that applies to ordinary people. Martial artists of the fourth rank and above need to report, especially those from the three royal families. You have violated Article 139 of the Border Law by bringing them into Daxia without authorization. If you cannot provide a suitable explanation, please hand them over to us for processing."
The young figure tilted his head slightly: "What if I say no?"
Ming Xiao pushed up his glasses: "I can represent the Southern Theater Command to forcibly arrest you for endangering the border of Great Xia. You will be released after the investigation is completed and your identity is verified."
"Commander Ming, why waste words with him? He's colluding with foreign tribes; he's obviously no good," said a ninth-level Grandmaster.
"That's right, arrest them first and let the King of Zhenhai decide."
"If such dangerous elements are allowed into Haicheng, the consequences will be dire."
"I'll capture these two cherry blossom women."
One of them couldn't wait and took the initiative to attack, sending countless red threads whistling towards Shen Gongyu and the other person on the ground.
"Snapped!"
Jiang Yuan snapped his fingers.
The red thread in the air spontaneously combusted and instantly burned onto the Grandmaster.
He looked horrified and hurriedly cut back.
The flames, like maggots clinging to a bone, transformed into several fire snakes that relentlessly pursued him. The grandmaster flashed repeatedly, expending several pieces of equipment before finally managing to escape. His face was grim, and he had clearly expended a great deal of energy.
Everyone's expressions were solemn.
A mere wisp of flame possesses such power?!
"Bullying others with power and relying on the strong to oppress the weak—is this the way things are done in Haicheng?"
Jiang Yuan took a step forward, his tone indifferent. The ever-increasing aura emanating from him reached a critical point, making even the ninth-level grandmasters present feel quite oppressed.
The golden flames enveloping his body slowly swirled and finally disappeared behind his head, forming a halo.
The boy's appearance was clearly seen for the first time by Mingxiao and everyone else, and a female Grandmaster's eyes lit up.
Young, handsome, mysterious, and powerful.
Putting everything else aside, they're just too pleasing to the eye.
but……
When did the Great Xia Dynasty produce such a young grandmaster?
Grandmaster?
No.
He should be a Grandmaster!
Jiang Yuan's gaze swept over the crowd, and he sneered, "Haicheng's behavior is truly domineering."
Upon hearing this, Song Zheng Shao was filled with anger.
"This brat is truly arrogant! Does he really think we're pushovers?!"
He immediately took action, activating his talent.
The vast expanse of yellow sand transformed into a gigantic hand, blotting out the sky and crashing down upon Jiang Yuan, casting a shadow over the land a thousand meters below.
next moment.
The giant hand of yellow sand was cleaved in two with a single stroke.
The young man appeared in front of Song Zhengshao in an instant, shattering his blood and qi barrier with a knee strike, and continuing his momentum to destroy his yellow sand clone.
Song Zhengshao appeared in another location, his expression grave.
"Zero Degree Original Surface".
Li Yitong made her move, and the boy was instantly frozen. Countless iron spears wrapped in lightning roared towards him.
The boy shuddered, his blood and qi erupted, dispersing the ice and using his mental power to stop the flying iron spear. He then turned his head and glanced at him.
A terrifying burst of mental energy erupted from his pupils, causing the void to shatter and freeze inch by inch. Li Yitong felt a sharp pain in his head, and his protective barrier broke.
Ming Xiaogang used his control skills to restrain Jiang Yuan, but before he could even react, the boy broke free.
He threw a punch with his backhand, shattering the air and creating an air cannon that transformed into a beam of light that pierced through more than ten miles.
The ominous clouds over his head were torn apart in an instant.
The three potential kings joined forces, and for a time they were all at a disadvantage.
The other grandmasters were dumbfounded and incredulous.