Primordial Demon Emperor

Chapter 142 Are You... Fearful Of Death?
How can you have fun at the gathering among the top geniuses in Qinglinjing without some martial arts show to add to the fun?

Yu Wentuo's complexion became colder and colder after being provoked by several other king-sealing figures.

Although he knew that those guys did it deliberately, but it's all over, and he can't justify it if he doesn't respond.

"For this kind of waste from the second-level dynasty, this king will lose his dignity if he makes a move."

With a cold snort, Yu Wentuo immediately said to a disciple of the Tiandao League beside him who had a mid-stage cultivation in the Martial Realm: "Yang Lei, go and teach him a lesson for me."

In fact, although Mo Lingxuan had never really fought, Yu Wentuo was still a bit apprehensive after the short-term confrontation in Wangxuanlou, and did not understand his depth.

But in front of many figures who are as famous as him, as well as the Nine Profound Girls in the Dark and the Holy Lord of Yaochi, he, Yu Wentuo, naturally has to be more cautious, let alone lose face.

Therefore, let Yang Lei, who is in the middle stage of Wuyu Realm, try it out, not only can he test its depth, but also raise his own value, killing two birds with one stone.

"it is good."

The Tiandao League Tianjiao named Yang Lei responded, got up from his seat immediately, and walked towards Mo Lingxuan.

"What is this Mo Lingxuan? It's probably going to be miserable. Although Yang Lei's demeanor was overshadowed by Yu Wentuo in the Tiandao League, it does not mean that his strength is weak. On the contrary, he is the top Tianjiao level second only to the king. Among the younger generation of Mengmeng, his status is second only to that of Yu Wentuo, the Holy Son, and he was named a 'Quasi-Holy Son'!"

"Indeed, even if Yang Lei can survive a few tricks compared to those of us who are crowned kings, it's really not bad."

"Yu Wentuo, don't let Yang Lei play hard, after all, this is the Qionglou Banquet, and even Senior Holy Lord is watching from the dark."

When they saw that it was Yang Lei from Tiandao League who made the move, all the crowned figures cast gloating glances at Mo Lingxuan, and all smiled and said, no one was optimistic about Mo Lingxuan.

After all, in their impression, Mo Lingxuan was only brave, lucky, dared to challenge Yu Wentuo, and by chance, he was invited by Fairy Murong.

In terms of strength, even if they can't see through his martial arts cultivation, they don't think how powerful this kid in his early twenties can be.

"The quasi-holy son of the Tiandao League, Yang Lei, please enlighten me."

Walking to Mo Lingxuan's table, Yang Lei spoke condescendingly, with arrogance in his brows.

In the Tiandao League, he was oppressed by Yu Wentuo's light so hard to breathe, but it didn't mean that he, Yang Lei, was a soft persimmon!

"boom…"

After all, Yang Lei's body had a terrifying aura of the Martial Dao domain oppressing Mo Lingxuan, which made some of the early martial arts masters who were present at the scene slightly changed.

They didn't doubt at all that facing Yang Lei, they would definitely be defeated in one move!
In the depths of Qionglou, there was no sound.

In this way, it also means that the Holy Master of Yaochi allowed them to compete by default.

Thinking of this, Yang Lei became more and more excited.

His chance to perform has finally arrived, and this Mo Lingxuan is his stepping stone!

However, seeing Mo Lingxuan at this moment, there was still no emotion on that handsome and handsome face.

The moment Yang Lei's attack was about to land on him, Mo Lingxuan suddenly stretched out a palm and slapped forward.

"boom…"

"what…"

There was a loud noise, accompanied by a scream.

In an instant, a large empty palm print appeared in front of Yang Lei, carrying the power to destroy everything, directly blasting his whole body away, and fell heavily out of Qionglou!
"How...how is this possible? A slap on Yang Lei, the quasi-sage son of the Feitian Dao League?"

"He is a strong man in the middle stage of the Martial Domain Realm. Even if the kings present want to defeat him, it may take a few moves, but this Mo Lingxuan can crush him with one blow?"

This scene shocked all the geniuses present.

But before they could react, Mo Lingxuan moved again. His other palm trembled suddenly, and the wine glass in his hand was suddenly thrown out, carrying an extremely domineering magic power, directly towards Yuwen Tuosha go.

"Hmph, presumptuous!"

Seeing this, Yu Wentuo yelled, he hasn't had an attack yet, how dare this Mo Lingxuan attack him on his own initiative?

Raising his hand, Yu Wentuo slammed his palm at the wine glass flying towards him.

"boom…"

A muffled sound rang out again, although the wine glass was shattered, but Yu Wentuo's figure also forcibly stepped back several steps before stabilizing.

He looked at the open palm, looking at the palm, there was a scorched black spot of destruction.

"Tick...tick..."

Drops of blood dripped from Yu Wentuo's palm to the ground, which seemed extremely frightening in the quiet atmosphere at the moment.

At this moment, all the geniuses present were dumbfounded. They were stunned for a long time, but they couldn't say anything!

"Trash, in my eyes, are you a humble ant? How dare you call Qing Linjing the king with this little ability?"

It was Mo Lingxuan's cold voice that made everyone react. Immediately, everyone's heart trembled suddenly.

Not only because of the horrifying scene in front of him, but also because of Mo Lingxuan's arrogant words, which even challenged the majesty of all the kings in Qing Linjing!

"The strength of the eight kings is between Uncle Zhong. Isn't Mo Lingxuan's words equivalent to saying that none of Yu Wentuo's eight people are worthy of being king? You are too bold!"

"One palm can completely defeat Yang Lei, and one wine cup can hurt King Yu!"

"He... really only came from a second-tier dynasty? How could he be so evil!"

At this moment, everyone's voice seemed a little intermittent, and the shock was not light.

It's fine to defeat Yang Lei, but Yu Wentuo is one of the eight kings of Qinglinjing, how can he be hurt by throwing a wine glass?
All the princes also took a deep look at Mo Lingxuan, and didn't say anything more because of Mo Lingxuan's words.

Before, they didn't pay attention to the kid from the second-tier dynasty, but now, it's different...

This is the shock brought by strength!
"You... how dare you sneak attack!"

Yu Wentuo's furious voice finally sounded, and he was injured by a wine glass thrown by Mo Lingxuan. He was also stunned for a long time, but subconsciously thought it was Mo Lingxuan's sneak attack.

"People... are not afraid of being weak, but afraid of not admitting their failures and being self-deceived."

Mo Lingxuan didn't get up from beginning to end, he picked up a wine glass and took a sip again, this time, he stood up.

"If I want to strike again, it will be a life-and-death battle. Are you... afraid of death?"

Mo Lingxuan's proud figure walked towards Yu Wentuo, his cold and majestic voice was like a magic sound from Jiuyou, hitting everyone's heart directly, making everyone feel icy cold from head to toe.

　The author is not full-time, and I am busy during the day, so the update is late, please understand, the third update is still being written.

　　
　
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