Who among those who practice martial arts would not want to see a super strong person standing at the top of the world?
The old monk went to China twice in search of a breakthrough, and eventually died in a foreign land. It became a great regret. The older generation of strong men held a peak battle, whether it was a battle up the mountain or a battle at the foot of the mountain, weren't they all challenging the stronger ones?
Shang Suxin came here for her father, and she definitely came for herself.
Those strong men of the younger generation whose reputations are not inferior to him have seen most of it. This ascetic who doesn't like fighting but is always wrapped in the whirlpool can boldly say that except for Chuhe, who has the power to fight, the rest are not enough.
Qualifications. At least not yet.
The Queen of Wisdom, the Disciple of the Miao Sect, the Son of Emperor Tian, the Servant of Legend, or the famous Queen of Azure Dragon. How many of these young and powerful men who are stunning in this world can truly fight head-on with Shang Suxin?
What about Qinglong, who is rumored to have earth-shattering actual combat abilities? Wasn't he suppressed by him in that battle and had the advantage?
If anyone of the younger generation is qualified to stand on the opposite side of the king Ditian, in a life-and-death situation, it is Shang Suxin!
Dong Dong.
Shang Suxin raised his hand slightly, and after taking three consecutive and steady breaths, he knocked on the heavy door and waited patiently.
"Come in."
A steady but extremely domineering voice came from the room. It was as if the gods inadvertently released their divine power. Even though they were separated by a door, Shang Suxin, the strongest of the younger generation, felt his heart tremble and the pores all over his body shrank.
What is the power of the strong?
Shang Suxin finally felt it from this king who had never been masked before.
Creak.
Shang Suxin pushed open the door with a steady hand, walked in with a calm face, and then closed the door politely with her backhand. She looked calmly at the huge floor-to-ceiling window.
The three walls of the room are painted extremely white, and the side facing the outside of the building is made of tempered glass. The light is excellent, covering the entire room in a bright and eye-catching color. Directly in front of it is a huge
The desk is simply placed with notepads and pencil cases. On the left side of the room, a very high and wide bookshelf is built into the wall. According to the scale and space of this bookshelf, even if it contains thousands of books, it will not
It doesn't look crowded. But there is only one book in the bookshelf!
In this vast bookshelf, it is like a grain of sand in the world of mortals, very small.
This room must be the office of King Ditian. Or it can be called a 'study'. Even without any communication with the owner of the room, Shang Suxin intuitively felt that the owner was different. Until he pointed his gaze accurately.
Falling on the man standing by the window——
He was facing the floor-to-ceiling window, and his tall and burly figure like an iron tower seemed to be able to block the bright sunshine outside the window. At first glance, it actually gave people a subtle sense of suffocation.
That's right.
Suffocating feeling!
His figure is so shocking! Or rather - so surprising!
People can usually judge a person's appearance and body shape through his children. Before meeting this peerless powerful man, why didn't Shang Suxin have a few images in his mind that were close to the King Ditian?
But his image and Shang Suxin's pre-contracted image were so different that they seemed like they were not the same person!
Di Lin is a handsome mixed-race guy. He is handsome and has a cheerful personality with a touch of elegance. His height is about 180. He is a standard and eye-catching mixed-race handsome guy. Based on Di Lin's height and body shape, Shang Suxin inferred that
It would be difficult for Di Tian's figure to exceed 1.8 meters even if he was stretched to death. And even if his body shape appears strong and strong due to his middle age, it would never be as huge as he is in front of him!
Emperor Tian is very high.
Shang Suxin, who is 1.8 meters tall, needs to look up!
He is also very strong. He is so strong that he blocks the scenery and light outside the window like an iron tower. He is so strong that it makes people feel suffocated just by looking at him.
In addition, Shang Suxin, the strongest of the younger generation, felt strong pressure from this man who turned his back to him and did not utter a word. Even if he was just quietly enjoying the scenery outside the window. But this
It does not prevent him from putting pressure on others.
This is Emperor Tian.
The silent era was shrouded in brilliance, and after more than 20 years, he still rules the king of the Western underground world!
Shang Suxin took a deep breath and slowly calmed down the ripples raging in her heart. She raised her eyes slightly and said humbly, "Uncle Emperor."
"According to seniority, you should call me uncle."
Before the person turned around, the voice came first.
When this king, who was as tall as a giant tower, turned around calmly, the air around him seemed to be squeezed by his domineering pressure, and people fled into the distance, with undercurrents surging.
He is the first disciple of the Miao Sect. He is also the head of the Three Kings of the Inner Sect. The world-famous Shang Tianya and Senior Brother Xia Zhengqing. With Shang Suxin’s identity, he should indeed be called the underground king of the Western world, Uncle.
As soon as he turned around, Shang Suxin's eyes were attracted by the face of this king.
He was not old by birth. He had thick eyebrows and wide eyes, and the straight bridge of his nose was like a towering mountain peak, standing out from his face. His thin lips, which seemed to be sharpened by a knife, were lightly pursed, and he was looking back intently.
Is he handsome?
Strictly judged according to the standards of handsome men. He is definitely not as refined as Di Lin. But this king exudes real pressure. Even if he stands motionless, even if his face is expressionless, even if he just looks back with a neutral expression.
Shang Suxin also gives people the illusion that he is a god.
That's right.
It's the god.
His eyes are as deep as the vast stars, making people dare not look into them.
He is Di Tian. The king of the older generation of strong men, the wise Xia Zhengqing, the victor Senior Brother Shang Tianya, and the Lord of the Shenhui - Di Tian!
There are a few strands of white hair on his temples, but this does not hinder the image and temperament of this king, but adds a bit of domineering air. It is intimidating!
"I am not a descendant of the Miao Sect." Shang Suxin shook his head slightly and said slowly, "So strictly speaking, you are not my great uncle."
Di Tian stared calmly and glanced at Shang Suxin's face, which was somewhat similar to Shang Tianya's, and slightly opened his thin lips: "What you have learned has nothing to do with Miaomen?"
Shang Su was slightly startled, his eyes dimmed, and he whispered: "Uncle."
He did not join the Miao Sect. But he still learned one and a half moves from his father. Even if his subsequent martial arts understanding was all his own creation, this does not prove that he has nothing to do with the Miao Sect. At the very least, his foundation
You can never be separated from Miaomen.
So this cry of Uncle Master is not unfair at all.
Di Tian nodded calmly, a look of energy appeared on his god-like face, and said calmly: "Is Shang Tianya's body still strong?"
"My father is very good." Shang Suxin answered truthfully. "I go out for morning exercises every morning. My physique is maintained like that of a young man."
"His schedule has always been so precise." After Di Tian finished speaking, he turned slightly, his eyes fell back to the scenery outside the window, and said calmly, "Have you ever tried to overlook the world from this angle?"
Shang Su was not expecting that the topic of Di Tian would change so quickly, and was a little caught off guard. However, the good attitude he had honed over many years of hiking made him react quickly: "I have been to Huangpu. I have been to the Pearl Tower."
"It's different." Di Tian turned his back to Shang Suxin and shook his head lightly. "Huangpu is the pride of China. New York is the pride of the world. How can the scenery be the same?"
"Come forward."
Emperor Tian stared at the ant-like building outside the window without squinting, and said casually.
You come forward.
This is the first time that Shang Suxin has been able to get in close contact with this Western underground king. It is absolutely nonsense to say that he is not nervous at all. But what kind of romantic figure is Shang Suxin? Looking at China, how many people can
To be compared with this stunning young man who is praised by countless strong men of the older generation as the number one young man?
He is very nervous, but he can still keep his emotions very calm.
He opened his legs, which were as strong as steel bars after years of walking, and slowly walked towards the strongest man who even his father was very taboo on.
When he slowly stood side by side with the king, Shang Suxin followed his gaze and looked down, silent.
"How is it?" Ditian asked calmly without squinting.
"Happy." Shang Suxin answered truthfully.
How can you not feel happy when you look down on all living beings? Men always have the desire to rule, and even Shang Suxin, who has tempered his body and mind for many years, cannot escape this habit.
"What else?" Di Tian asked.
"Anything else?" Shang Suxin pursed her lips and tilted her head slightly to look at the king Ditian whose outline was as sharp as a knife.
"New York is the center of the world. The place you are standing on is the tallest building in New York." Di Tian turned his head slightly and looked directly at Shang Suxin. "You only feel happy?"
Shang Suxin was stunned.
A moment.
Shang Suxin felt that no one could defeat this unparalleled man beside him. Even his own father could not defeat this god-like man.
This was a terrible thought. But as soon as this thought came to his mind, he couldn't contain it.
Soon, when Shang Su felt a vague sense of frustration, a second thought came to his mind.
A thrilling and thrilling idea!
He wanted to kill this extremely powerful man who was so close!
He wanted to kill this great uncle who made his father afraid!
He wanted to kill the leader of the Shenhui who was said to have entered the ranks of those with strong rules many years ago!
Once he dies, the situation will change drastically. Many of the increasingly intensified conflicts will disappear.
When this thought came to his mind, his body tensed violently due to excessive excitement and tension. It seemed as if it would explode at any time. He was unable to control himself. Even his breathing had a clear rhythm because of this, carrying the weight of his body with every breath.
Great strength.
But soon, his body tightened, and the thought that had just occurred suddenly disappeared in the blink of an eye. It was completely wiped out in his mind.
Because of Ditian.
Because Di Tian's eyes as vast as stars fell flatly on his face. A word that was neither salty nor bland escaped from the corners of his lips as thin as a knife: "You want to kill me?"
