267: Humiliated in front of everyone, everyone in the audience is the enemy
The flying boat got closer and closer until it hovered in front of the secret realm.
Then Qi Hao, wearing Zhenfusi's robe and armor, strode forward: "Master Zuo Chongming, the champion of the Wu Dynasty and the envoy of Zhenfusi, has arrived."
At the same time, all players in the field instantly triggered a task - to pay tribute to Zuo Chongming, and the reputation of the imperial camp was 100.
Prestige is something that no one can have too much of.
After all, the higher the reputation level, the better the things that can be exchanged, and the higher the chance of joining the Zhenfu Division.
After only a moment of silence, there was an overwhelming and deafening sound: "Common people see the champion, see the envoy of the town."
The sound waves are like a tidal wave, spreading in all directions.
Waves of shouts resounded throughout the nine heavens, and the ripples lingered for hundreds of miles.
"Bold grassroots."
Qi Hao glanced at all forces with his tiger eyes, and his face suddenly showed anger: "The champion is coming before you, and you don't even want to bow. Do you want to rebel?"
"This guy……"
When the forces from all sides heard this, their expressions suddenly darkened, and they stood there in anger and embarrassment, clutching the weapons in their hands.
"Too arrogant."
"The imperial court and the martial arts world have always kept their peace, so why should they show their respect to a dog official?"
"This guy is really arrogant. He offends everyone when he shows up. Isn't he afraid that his head will be dislocated?"
"Damn things, even in the Guiyuan realm, they are worthy of..."
"If we don't worship him, what can he do?"
Zuo Chongming put on such a big scene, obviously to intimidate them.
I had long heard that this person had a strong personality and was domineering in his work, but I never imagined that he would be like this.
While everyone was angry, they also felt indescribable palpitations and frustration.
This sense of oppression is especially obvious to the younger generation of disciples among the various forces.
He is only seventeen years old and is already famous all over the world.
The fact that people started from scratch has been recorded in the annals of history.
What about yourself?
Outstanding talent, spiritual heritage, support from the sect, skewed resources, guidance from teachers...
Obviously, their starting point in all aspects is much better than Zuo Chongming's, but now they can't compare with his achievements.
The more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I feel.
A strong sense of frustration and humiliation constantly impacts their mentality.
In just a few breaths, some disciples' faces were already pale and their faces were trembling. The better ones also had gloomy eyes and a tense mentality.
Young people who can remain calm under such pressure and have a stable mentality are the only ones who can be counted among the few in the audience.
Sensing the strange behavior of their disciples, the elders of each sect couldn't help but secretly thought: "I've heard for a long time that this kid is very scheming and cruel, but today I see that it's true."
They boasted that they had lived a long life and were rich in experience, but when faced with Zuo Chongming's fierce power, they were all emotionally agitated and mentally unstable.
Not to mention these young disciples.
It is already a sign of perseverance for young people to be able to resist making a fool of themselves.
"Noisy!"
A man in green clothes suddenly stepped forward, his voice was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and it instantly resounded throughout the audience, suppressing the deafening cheers.
Qi Hao glared angrily and shouted: "Bold!!"
The man in green glanced at him contemptuously and looked directly at Zuo Chongming: "Isn't it too aggressive and domineering for the champion to put on such a scene?"
"overbearing?"
Zuo Chongming raised his eyebrows: "You have neither official status nor official title, and you live under the rule of the imperial court and are classified as common people of the imperial court. What's wrong with saluting when you meet an official?"
The man in green squinted his eyes and threatened: "The martial arts world and the imperial court have always kept a close eye on each other, so why is the champion pressing forward step by step? Aren't you afraid of playing with fire and burning yourself?"
Zuo Chongming smiled casually and asked: "Wulin? Which dynasty is Wulin? Who is the emperor? Where is the capital?"
Another old man in gray robe appeared and said with a cold look: "The champion is really arrogant. Are you determined to provoke a catastrophe in the martial arts world?"
"Strong words?"
Zuo Chongming's eyes were filled with ridicule: "It is your duty to bow before an official, but now instead of bowing, you are barking in front of me."
"In addition, the words do not distinguish between right and wrong, confuse right and wrong, use forceful words to arbitrarily make excuses, and speak lies. I would like to ask you, who is the arrogant person?"
Without giving this person a chance to speak, he continued: "You have been talking about it again, deliberately stirring up trouble, and calling the martial arts catastrophe..."
"Can I understand that your words mean that your Tianlan Sect can represent the martial arts world and declare war on the current imperial court?"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone's expression suddenly changed.
This bitch is so inhuman. He talks nonsense and makes excuses whenever he talks...
Zuo Chongming frowned and rolled his sleeves impatiently: "Here comes someone."
As soon as the words were spoken, the monks on the deck took half a step forward and stared at everyone silently, with an unmistakable threat.
"You dare to take action?"
All forces became tense instantly and raised their vigilance to the highest level.
The young disciple with an unstable mentality could not bear the pressure and subconsciously drew his weapon.
Zuo Chongming smiled and said noncommittally: "You try?"
When the old man in gray robe saw that he was not joking, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He asked sternly: "The champion Hou is fighting fiercely with the barbarians, and he is deliberately making enemies of us. Do you really want to defeat the enemy to the death and ignore the overall situation?"
Zuo Chongming laughed out loud and retorted sarcastically: "Deliberately? Overall situation? The fish is dead and the net is broken? Do you... think too highly of yourself?"
"Arrogant."
"If I don't wait, how will you treat me?"
"If a war really breaks out, there's no telling who will win and who will lose."
The forces from all sides were so ridiculed that they lost their composure and stepped forward angrily, pretending to fight to the death.
"Amitabha!"
Accompanied by the majestic sound of the Buddha's chant, bright golden light suddenly filled the sky.
In an instant, Buddha's shadows appeared all over the sky, and chants could be heard layer by layer. Several phantoms of Buddha stood tall on the sky and on the ground, directly suppressing all forces.
Everyone suddenly felt the pressure, and their faces turned pale.
They subconsciously wanted to fight back, but the true energy in their bodies seemed to be stuck in a mire. Even though they were urged by them crazily, it was as sluggish as a turtle crawling.
What's more, when he used the secret technique in desperation, not only did he fail to use it, but he suffered a backlash, and he immediately fainted with blood spurting out.
"Ha~!"
The players on the ground saw Zuo Chongming coming to the bow of the ship.
He didn't seem to be using any real energy, so he took a step like a normal person, but there were lotus blossoms blooming on the soles of his feet, holding him up in the air at the right time.
As he walked in the sky, the shadows of Suopo trees, emerald jade trees, and glazed palaces appeared beside him... Buddha was always accompanying him, Bodhisattvas accompanied him, and Arhats protected him.
bass…….
Accompanied by the clear sword chant, the silence of the sky was broken.
Zuo Chongming came to the man in Tsing Yi, holding the Guhong Sword in his hand. The sharp edge of the sword flashed with cold light and landed lightly on his cheek.
Even though this person is a master of the astrology realm, he is definitely a rare and powerful person outside.
But in the face of the abyss-like pressure, he could not make any move at all.
He could only watch helplessly as the sharp sword tip scratched his cheek, leaving a bone-cut sword mark.
"Huh~!"
Zuo Chongming blew off the remaining blood beads on the sword's edge and patted his face with the sword's spine: "If you don't bow to me within three breaths, you know whether I dare or not."
The man in green's Adam's apple moved, staring at him with hatred, and managed to squeeze out a sound: "You'd better kill me, otherwise I will..."
Bang!
Before he could finish speaking, Zuo Chongming took off his head.
Then, in full view of everyone, he kicked the headless corpse into the secret realm and allowed the man to be crushed to pieces by thousands of swords and turned into ashes.
A master of the astral realm just... died, died?
Everyone couldn't help but stare at all this with their eyes wide open, and one sentence echoed repeatedly in their minds: "Is Zuo Chongming crazy?"
Is this bitch really just looking for a moment of pleasure and not caring about their crazy revenge afterwards?
"three two……"
Qi Hao's cold and faint voice suddenly woke them up: "One..."
Before the words could be finished, a voice suddenly burst out from a certain flying boat: "Bai Yusen, disciple of Snow Dragon Valley, please see the champion."
Now that they have come out on top, the remaining people instinctively breathed a sigh of relief, saluted sparsely, and said in different tones: "See the Champion..."
Zuo Chongming picked his ears and said lazily: "Can't hear you."
Veins burst out from everyone's foreheads. They wanted to cut him alive a thousand times in their hearts, but they had to raise their voices: "I'll wait to see the champion."
"can not hear."
Zuo Chongming picked up the bloody head, threw it into a luxurious wooden box, and threw it into Qi Hao's hands: "Send someone to send it back later."
Everyone's hearts were filled with grief, and they suppressed the urge to explode and shouted loudly: "I'll wait... to see the champion!!!"
Zuo Chongming nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "You are all excused."
"Thank you, Champion Hou."
Everyone raised their heads feeling humiliated.
Although they didn't want to admit it, they had to say that when the terrible pressure faded away, they breathed a sigh of relief.
"well."
Bai Yusen's sister silently sent a message: "I didn't expect that this champion would be so arrogant and ignorant of the general situation. It's really disappointing."
Bian Yunqing looked at the figure in the sky, his beautiful eyes were confused for a moment, and murmured: "Many people thought so when they first met him."
"Oh? What then?"
The woman was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but feel a little interested.
Bian Yunqing opened his mouth and replied solemnly: "Then, they died."
The woman's pupils shrank: "Why?"
"because……"
Bian Yunqing lamented: "What this person does often has a hidden purpose. Many people are confused by his superficial attitude. By the time they wake up, it is too late."
The woman raised her eyebrows and said thoughtfully: "I really can't figure out what purpose he has for doing this other than provoking enemies."
"He is here to participate in the secret realm. There are no experts to protect the secret realm, so he is not afraid of being attacked by various forces after entering the secret realm?"
Bian Yunqing did not answer directly, but smiled: "Have you noticed?"
"What?"
"He is in the late stage of Guiyuan. I remember the last time I saw him, he was still in the early stage of Guiyuan. It was only a few months ago..."
The woman didn't take it seriously: "So what? Even if he is in the Origin Sea realm, he can't withstand the siege."
Bian Yunqing reminded: "When we were in the capital, there were more than 20 geniuses who were all at a higher level than him. In the end, weren't they all crushed by him?"