With one palm, Chen Qiaofu flew more than ten meters away. When he landed, his gray clothes were already stained red with blood.
With just one palm, how could he defeat the crippled Saint Chen Qiaofu?
"Cough, cough..."
After struggling a few times with a horrified look on his face, Chen Qiaofu finally failed to get up and fell to the ground.
However, there was also a storm in his heart. He knew that Wu Shengren was very strong, but he never thought that he would be so strong.
Even before, Chen Qiaofu was still thinking that even if he was not Wu Shengren's opponent, at least he could fight for dozens of rounds and become invincible.
The name of the Martial Saint is indeed well-deserved!
"snort!"
"You bitch, die!"
However, the furious Saint Wu was not ready to give up. He shouted loudly, leaving behind a series of afterimages, roaring towards him.
"Dong Gong!"
"Keep someone under your command!"
However, just when the fatal palm was about to fall, Old Dragon Head came on the waves and blocked the palm.
"Don't stop me!"
"Let me kill this piece of shit!"
Pushing the old dragon's head away, Wu Shengren raised his hand again.
Knowing that Master Wu was furious, Old Dragon Head did not dare to stop him. He could only persuade him: "Please calm down, Mr. Dong. This matter may be far more complicated than we imagined."
"I think it's not too late to take him into custody first and wait until everything is found out before making a decision. Mr. Dong will think twice."
call!
The sharp palm was less than three inches away from Chen Qiaofu's head, and Wu Shengren finally stopped his hand.
"Bring it in!"
"Yes, Mr. Dong."
Secretly heaving a sigh of relief, Lao Longtou pulled Chen Qiaofu up and whispered: "Are you crazy? Do you dare to resist Madman Wu's slap?"
"..."
Glancing at the old dragon head, Chen Qiaofu felt troubled and couldn't tell. Who knew he was so strong?
I am also a sub-sage after all, okay? I can’t even bear it with a single palm?
Sensing Chen Qiaofu's depression, the old dragon laughed secretly.
Because he knew that Wu Shengren's palm fulfilled Chen Qiaofu's long-cherished wish for many years.
Everyone retreated into the Thunder God Tower, and the old shopkeeper flew over and said with a solemn expression: "Mr. Dong, there are more and more people in the Fierce Temple, what should we do?"
I got up and came to the window, only to see that a large number of men in black appeared around the Thunder God Tower, and looking into the distance, there were more men in black gathering quickly.
Turning to look at Chen Qiaofu, Wu Shengren said solemnly: "Tell me, what is going on?"
It is true that Wu Shengren has a hot temper, but what Chen Qiaofu said just now also caught his attention.
What do you mean, Di Ming must die?
Moreover, Mr. Tuo also said that Chen Qiaofu had said before that if Di Ming did not die today, they would all die.
These words also made the old man very confused. However, through Chen Qiaofu's few words, they all seemed to guess that Chen Qiaofu must know something.
However, sensing their gazes, Chen Qiaofu seemed hesitant and confused.
Seeing him like this, Wu Shengren was furious, walked over in one step, lifted him up with one hand, and said in a deep voice: "Chen Qiaofu, do you really think that I don't dare to kill you?"
"Sage, please calm down and listen to me."
Just when Wu Shengren was furious, Di Ming came down from upstairs and said, "I think Mr. Chen must have a last resort reason for doing this."
"If I guess correctly, all this is the eldest son's arrangement, right?"
As he spoke, Di Ming turned his head and looked at Chen Qiaofu.
At this time, Di Ming's face was as pale as paper and he looked very weak, but his eyes were exceptionally bright, as if he could see through everything.