Chen Moxu's expression froze, Xijiu was just a small country on the Tianyuan Continent, with countless ancient sects and forces, and any strong person among them could destroy the entire Yingyang Imperial City with a single move.
Beggar, this is true.
However, I am still very unconvinced.
Chen Moxu's big hands slowly tightened, the muscles on his face trembled slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "What you said is good, but it's just talk on paper. I can kill a despicable beggar like you with just a few clicks.
You, how can you protect her?"
"Destroy me in a snap of your fingers?" Xuanyuan Yu blinked his eyes and burst into laughter.
"puff--"
Ling Luo couldn't hold it back and laughed too.
A ninth-level warrior wiped out a seventh-level or above great warrior with just a few clicks? Isn’t that so ridiculous!
Even though the scum currently has to hide his strength for some special reasons, he can't be easily destroyed by a ninth-level warrior, right?
The two people's uncontrollable laughter fell into Chen Moxu's eyes and turned into dazzling ridicule!
He clearly didn't feel a trace of the cultivator's vitality from the beggar's body.
How dare an ordinary person challenge him, the most talented person in Xijiu Kingdom?
"Do you think your life is too long?" Chen Moxu's eyes were cold, and a ball of green wood slowly gathered in the palm of his hand, "I can give you a ride."
Ling Luo was shocked. He didn't expect His Highness the Crown Prince to take action himself in anger.
The green wood energy was mixed with traces of black demonic energy, with a fierce and domineering aura.
Ling Luo took a few steps back. This kind of terrifying opponent was not something she could handle. She should leave it to that perverted scum.
Chen Moxu formed a seal with his hands, and hundreds of demonic energy elements were thrown towards Xuanyuan Yu's body.
Unexpectedly, Xuanyuan Yu's figure was extremely agile, dodging left and right with an extremely confident smile on his face.
The light green spherical vitality was wrapped with terrifying black demonic energy, which hit the bluestone slab, leaving deep cone-shaped pits.
"Bastard!" Chen Moxu cursed secretly, he underestimated his opponent.
In an instant, he had a black crossbow in his hand, and the Mu Yuan in his other hand condensed three black wooden arrow feathers out of thin air.
"Dark Arrow!"
Someone in the audience exclaimed.
"His Royal Highness's famous stunt!"
Rumor has it that at the prince's sixteenth-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, he used this arrow feather to kill three sixth-level warriors on the spot.
"That servant is doomed."
"Tsk, tsk, the beggar is dead."
Everyone's eyes were full of gloating, especially Ling Yue and Chen Moxuan, it could even be said to be joy.
The two of them shouted in unison: Kill Xuanyuan Yu, kill that stinky beggar!
The moment Chen Moxu opened the pitch-black bow and arrow, a faint trace of blood appeared between his eyebrows, and black demonic energy overflowed.
The black demonic energy echoed with the dark crossbow, and for a moment, there was a rustling wind, and the originally clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds and sand and gravel.
Everyone's clothes and hair were messed up, and they couldn't help but stretched out their arms to block their heads.
The sky became increasingly gloomy, and the clouds collided with each other, making a dull rumbling sound.
The crossbow was fully charged with power, and the three jet-black arrow feathers reached three vital points on Xuanyuan Yu's body.
Ling Luo couldn't help but be shocked when he saw this formation. Can Xuanyuan Yu, who couldn't use gold yuan, withstand it?