Peerless God of War

Xiaolong didn't care about the verbal threats from the other party.

He just said coldly: "I slap you because you said foul language. You deserve it. But if you still refuse to stop, don't blame me for being rude."

Xiaolong's words clearly wanted the other party to give up and see the situation clearly. Unfortunately, the muscular man, who was angry and furious, would not listen to it. Instead, he thought that Xiaolong was mocking him on purpose, and became even crazier.

"You are too arrogant. Today, it's either you die or I live. I will kill you."

The muscular man roared, and blood-colored runes appeared on his body, condensing into the shape of monsters, which were added to his body, causing his breath to surge in an instant, and his strength was also greatly enhanced.

Then, the muscular man's right hand was covered with a layer of black metal color like iron armor. He was very imposing and punched Xiaolong fiercely. Behind the muscular man, three different monster phantoms appeared, with amazing momentum.

"Great, great, such a strong physical cultivator, such a powerful boxing technique."

"With this kind of blood and qi power, the power of this punch is likely to move mountains and fill the sea, and the stars will shift. It seems that this kid who came from nowhere is going to suffer a great loss."

The people around him saw this scene and shouted loudly. Some began to cheer for the muscular man, which made him regain his confidence at once.

"Go to hell, feel regret and despair for angering me, die." The muscular man roared and punched out.

Xiaolong stood there, motionless, and saw a layer of blood crystal color surge up his right arm with a series of tiny sounds. Then, without much momentum, he also punched out.

Snap!

The two fists collided, and only heard an extremely crisp sound of "click". The muscular man, who was originally confident and arrogant, changed his face instantly.

His right fist softened and collapsed, and then the force spread to his entire right arm, which exploded and turned into pieces of meat all over the sky. His entire right arm was directly broken and completely disabled.

"Ah~"

The muscular man screamed and wailed, and was directly knocked out and fell heavily into the water. For a moment, it was unknown whether he was alive or dead.

Silence.

It was as quiet as a dead cemetery. Everyone stared with wide eyes, without making a single sound. They looked at this scene with a horrified expression, looking at Xiaolong and his right hand that made this attack.

Some people even opened their mouths wide, and their mouths were big enough to fit a hundred eggs. They looked at this scene in disbelief. It was too unexpected and terrifying. Before this, no one thought that the muscular man would be defeated so thoroughly, so quickly, so miserably, so embarrassingly, and even without any room for fighting back.

If Xiaolong did not have the breath of a robbery immortal, everyone would definitely think he was a robbery immortal strongman.

There is no doubt that the worship and respect for the strong have always come from the heart and soul, which frightened everyone present and subconsciously shut their mouths, not daring to say a word of no.

For a strong man with such terrifying strength, it is natural to cut in line, and no one dares to object.

The strong impact caused by such a contrast in strength made even the middle-aged cultivator in charge of charging narrow his eyes. He realized that the guy in front of him must be a more powerful physical cultivator. Even if he had just punched, he would never dare to go head-on.

It was also the muscular man, the idiot, who was hot-headed and angry for a while, so he dared to go directly to the fist. Now, his right arm was broken.

Even if the right arm was repaired in the future, at least half of his own strength would be gone, and the loss was heavy. It was also his own fault that he had poor eyesight and dared to provoke such a demon.

After doing all this, in the eyes of everyone who was shocked and frightened, Xiaolong came to the middle-aged monk and said lightly: "Now no one objects to my cutting in line, I can enter the island now."

The middle-aged monk smiled slightly when he heard this, but he did not show too much hostility. After all, the strong are respected no matter where they are. Although the opponent's means are indeed a little strong, it is others who are hurt, not him, so he naturally doesn't bother to care too much.

However, the strong are usually rich. How could he let such a rich man go so easily when he was in front of him?

The middle-aged monk smiled and said, "You can cut in line, but you have to pay more?"

"Pay more?" Xiaolong's face suddenly darkened when he said this, like the abyss of the sea, revealing danger. He said coldly, "Pay more? How much? My fist is getting hard again, and I'm itching to do it again. Why don't you try it?"

As he said this, he shook his fist, which seemed to have a little blood on it from the arm of the muscular man he had just broken. In the eyes of the middle-aged monk, this was a naked threat.

When the guards on the left and right saw it, their faces changed immediately and they were about to surround him. For a while, the atmosphere between the two sides became more rigid, and there was a sense of tension.

Xiaolong and the middle-aged monk kept looking at each other, their eyes collided with sparks, and they were fighting fiercely, like two super masters fighting with their minds.

A battle without gunpowder was going on crazily between the two, and neither of them was willing to show any weakness.

But in the end, a winner was decided. The middle-aged monk gave in. His tense expression relaxed a little, and he showed a very reluctant smile, saying: "Ten thousand, ten thousand Shen Yuan stones will allow you to enter the island."

When Xiaolong heard this, he knew that this price was already very fair. Without further ado, he threw out a purse and said: "There are six of us in total. Here are 60,000 Shen Yuan stones. Please count them."

"Six people?" The middle-aged monk said in surprise while counting the Shen Yuan stones.

After the matter was settled, Xiaolong immediately sent a message to Chen Xiao, and Chen Xiao brought Yue Yao and the three people he rescued to the entrance.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged monk immediately knew that he had suffered a big loss. If he had known earlier, he should have asked for a little more money, and he should have succeeded. However, a subtle move by Xiaolong soon made him completely give up this idea.

The six people stood at the entrance, but Xiaolong did not stand in the first position. Instead, he gave this position to Chen Xiao. This small action immediately caught the attention of the middle-aged cultivator. He was already a shrewd man and immediately guessed that the real leader of this team should be Chen Xiao, not Xiaolong who had just displayed his powerful strength and shocked everyone.