Deng Wusheng crossed the void and directly descended into the world of life and death.
A majestic holy power emitted, covering the entire world of life and death.
"It's him, why is he here? Could it be that he wants to challenge Du Ning on behalf of our Rakshasa clan?"
Lingsheng naturally recognizes Deng Wusheng, after all, the Lingwu clan is currently an ally of the Rakshasa clan.
Deng Wusheng glanced at Du Ning and Lingsheng, raised his head slightly, his face full of contempt and disdain.
Du Ning looked up and saw that this person was not wearing the Rakshasa clan's mage robe, so he asked, "Who are you?"
"I am Deng Wusheng."
Deng Wusheng raised his head slightly, with an arrogant look on his face, and did not take Du Ning seriously at all.
Then, his eyes fell on the Holy Spirit, and he said with a sneer: "Hey, isn't this the Holy Spirit? Why do you look so embarrassed today? I observe this world with my holy mind, but when I saw you kneeling down to Du Ning and begging for mercy, the Holy Spirit
Holy Spirit Holy Spirit, your reputation will be ruined in one day!"
"you……"
Lingsheng's old face flushed red, feeling extremely embarrassed and angry, but he still suppressed his anger and asked: "Deng Wusheng, why did you come to the world of life and death? Are you just here to make fun of me?"
"Why does the Holy Spirit ask questions knowingly? Didn't Du Sheng just brazenly launch a holy war against you Rakshasa tribe? So, I am here." Deng Wu Sheng said proudly.
"Ha ha……"
As if hearing a big joke, the Holy Spirit couldn't help laughing loudly, "You have such a loud tone, and I'm not afraid of the wind flashing my tongue. There are so many saints in our Rakshasa tribe, how can I get your turn?"
Is Deng Wusheng trying to show off his power? Doesn’t it make it look like there is no one in the Rakshasa Tribe’s Holy Pavilion? Deng Wusheng, please step aside. Even I am not Du Sheng’s opponent, so you want to defeat him? Who do you think you are?”
"presumptuous!"
Deng Wusheng scolded and said disapprovingly: "Lingsheng, a half-saint who knelt down and begged for mercy from the human race, what qualifications do you have to despise this saint? The reason why you were defeated by Du Ning was because you are too useless. Do you think this saint will meet you?"
Are you so useless that you can't even kill a rising star?"
"You really can't kill Du Ning."
Spiritual Saint said disdainfully: "I'm afraid that by then you will kneel down to Du Ning and beg for mercy like me, and you will be even more embarrassed than me."
"Really? Then open your eyes wide and take a good look at how I killed Du Ning and proved what incompetent waste you Rakshasa saints are."
"Okay, let's wait and see."
Spiritual Saint turned to Du Ning and said: "Du Saint, if you can't even control Deng Wusheng, I will definitely spit in front of your corpse."
"Don't worry, your spit will never come to me."
Du Ning smiled slightly and turned to look at Deng Wusheng, "Instead, he would spit on his corpse."
"Ha ha……"
Deng Wusheng smiled instead of getting angry. He put his hands behind his back and looked at Du Ning as if he were condescending. He said loudly: "A new half-sage from the human race actually dares to speak so shamelessly in front of this saint. It is really a big joke in the world. Now you, the entire human race,
They are all observing the situation in this world, so I would like to take this opportunity to tell you, the human scholars, that you, Du Ning, are a piece of trash, a waste, and will surely die in the hands of this saint. All saints of the human race, you should be prepared to give.
Du Ning, collect the body!"
Seeing Deng Wusheng being so arrogant, all the human saints felt very angry.
"This guy is really loud. Even the Holy Spirit wouldn't dare to shout like that."
"They say Du Sheng is arrogant, but I think Deng Wusheng is the real arrogant one."
"A bunch of bereaved dogs from the Lingwu tribe. If the Rakshasa tribe hadn't taken them in, how would there be a place for them in the Holy Forest Continent?"
"The Rakshasa clan sent Deng Wusheng to fight. I'm afraid they couldn't bear the arrogance of this saint and asked him to jump out and die."
Although the human saints were angry, they did not take Wu Sheng Deng too seriously. Any half-saint among the human saints could defeat Wu Sheng, let alone a genius like Du Ning?
"Ha ha……"
The Holy Spirit laughed so loudly that he shed tears.
Deng Wusheng dismissed this. He thought that the harder Lingsheng laughed now, the harder he would cry in a moment. He was very curious about what wonderful expression Lingsheng would have after he killed Du Ning.
"Do you know why I took action?" Deng Wusheng looked at Du Ning and asked.
Du Ning said without changing his expression: "I am not interested in the reason why you took action."
"You need to know the reason, lest the world say that I, Deng Wusheng, bully the small with the big one." Deng Wusheng's tone was commanding.
"If these are your last words, I will reluctantly listen to you." Du Ning watched the other party's performance quietly.
Deng Wusheng said slowly: "The reason why this saint came to the world of life and death to fight is, on the one hand, because all the saints of the Rakshasa clan are as timid as mice and there is really no one to send. Those half-saints are usually aloof, but once the critical moment comes
If everyone is timid, it will be difficult to achieve great things."
"Haha... There is no one in our Holy Pavilion? It's ridiculous, haha... You're farting! You're farting!" Ling Sheng scolded with a smile.
Deng Wusheng glanced at Lingsheng, ignored him, and continued to say to Du Ning: "The second reason is that when you were canonizing the Kunlun literary world and inheriting the position of world leader, you not only slapped Hong Wusheng in the face, but even
His kidnapping is actually a crime of great rebellion and injustice."
"Oh? Then what?" Du Ning looked calm.
Deng Wusheng said: "What's even more ridiculous is that you actually dare to challenge the Lou Sheng of the Rakshasa clan to launch a holy war. You can pretend that the Rakshasa clan has no one, but how dare you pretend that I, the Lingwu clan, have no one?"
"I don't think so. This is all what you think." Du Ning looked innocent.
"Therefore, I have come to the world of life and death to seek justice from you. If you obediently take the blame and commit suicide, I can keep your whole body."
"Lingsheng had the same attitude as you before, but the result was not enough for me."
"Don't compare me with that good-for-nothing Ling Sheng. He deserves it too?" Deng Wu Sheng said with contempt on his face.
"In the eyes of this saint, you are not as good as the Holy Spirit." Du Ning said with a smile.
"presumptuous!"
Deng Wusheng roared angrily, and his majestic holy power radiated out, his eyes were cold and he said: "I have good intentions to save you some face, don't you, Du Ning?"
"What qualifications do you have to give me face? Use your mouth?" Du Ning smiled again.
"Okay, okay, okay."
Murderous intent flashed through Deng Wusheng's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "You are so shameless, I will teach you a lesson today and tell you what a Martial Saint is and what a Half-Saint Supreme is."
"Please enlighten me, I hope you won't disappoint me." Du Ning looked confident.
Deng Wusheng felt that Du Ning was irritating and ridiculous more and more. He really couldn't figure out where Du Ning got his confidence.
Lingsheng stood aside to watch the show, looking at Deng Wusheng as if he were looking at a dead person, witnessing with his own eyes that he was humiliating himself.