Yu Chiheng covered his shoulder wound with one hand and mobilized his holy power to resist the erosion of the cold air, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.
As a half-saint of the Lingwu tribe, he was easily wounded by Di Jun. This was a great shame and humiliation for Yu Chi Heng.
"Arrogant! Arrogant! Arrogant!"
"Presumptuous! Presumptuous! Presumptuous!"
"Di Jun, you are so brave, you dare to hurt me, I can't spare you!" Yu Chi Heng's face was filled with murderous intent.
"Hmph! I have said this long ago that your Lingwu Clan are the defeated generals of our Imperial Clan. You were, are, and will be in the future."
Di Jun glanced at Yu Chi Heng lightly, his face full of contempt and disdain. This attitude was so condescending that he simply treated Yu Chi Heng like a pig or dog.
"The bold Emperor Jun dares to slander our Lingwu clan. He deserves death!"
"Di Jun, don't think that your imperial clan can act recklessly just because you have a sub-sage. Who do you think your imperial clan is?"
"Those who humiliate the Lingwu tribe will be killed without mercy!"
At this moment, many semi-saints from the Lingwu clan appeared one after another, and they simply couldn't bear it anymore.
The leader, Pang Wusheng, was furious. He looked at Di Jun with an expression as if he were looking at a dead man. He pointed at the opponent's nose and ordered: "You, kneel down and kowtow. I will leave your whole body intact!"
"Who are you, to be worthy of giving orders to me? Our Imperial Clan is the supreme race of the Holy Forest Continent. How can a trash like you, the Lingwu Clan, be given orders? This is a capital crime." Di Jun said disdainfully.
"Be bold!"
Pang Wusheng said angrily: "Since you humiliated me so much, don't blame me for being rude to you."
"Then you all come together!" Di Jun said.
"What did you say?"
Pang Wusheng was almost furious when he heard this. He opened his mouth and asked all the saints of the Lingwu clan to rush forward. How much contempt for the Lingwu clan is this?
"I say, you losers should come together! You're too lazy to deal with them one by one!" Di Jun said scornfully.
"Haha... It's true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. This guy actually called us trash and asked us all to join him. This is really a big joke!"
"To deal with you as a half-saint, why should we and all the saints swarm you? Then we can just find a piece of tofu and hit him to death!"
"With Pang Wusheng here, it is not our turn for the saints to intervene, but we will witness you being killed by Pang Wusheng!"
The saints of the Lingwu tribe all laughed angrily, with mocking looks on their faces.
Di Jun smiled and said: "Who is Pang Wusheng? It sounds like he is very powerful. He should be a little more powerful than Yu Chi Heng, a loser, right?"
"you……"
Yu Chi Heng was so angry that his whole body trembled. He was called a waste by Emperor Jun in public. This was simply a huge shame.
"I am Pang Wusheng." Pang Wusheng took a step forward.
"oh."
Di Jun glanced at Pang Wusheng, and then quickly looked away.
Pang Wusheng's eyes burst with anger. Since his canonization, he has never been so underestimated by any half-saint, even if the other party is a foreign half-saint.
"Brother Yuchi, are you okay?" Pang Wusheng turned to ask Yuchi Heng with concern.
"It's just a minor injury, it's nothing to worry about. I fell into the other party's plot because of my carelessness."
Yu Chi Heng showed a look of grief and anger on his face and said: "Brother Pang, this saint has humiliated our Lingwu clan so much. If we can't make him pay the price, how will our Lingwu clan stand in the Holy Forest Continent in the future?"
"Don't worry, this saint has humiliated our Lingwu clan so much. He is destined to die here today. Even if Di Jiang comes, he can't be saved. I said so!"
Pang Wusheng was very confident in his own strength. He said condescendingly to Di Jun: "Let's take action. I will kill you within three moves!"
"That's such a big tone. Okay, I'm here to try your magical powers. I hope you won't be a waste like Yu Chi Heng."
Di Jun once again condensed the giant ice spear in his hand and threw it towards Pang Wusheng, breaking through the air like a bolt of lightning.
"This is the first move!"
Pang Wusheng raised his hand, and a golden sword appeared in his hand, slashing forward.
A huge sword energy slashed out and penetrated the heaven and the earth.
"This is Pang Wusheng's Sky-Splitting Slash. If the inferior saint uses it, it is said that it can even split the entire sky!"
"Such a powerful power is definitely not something that an ordinary half-saint can resist from the front."
"It seems that you don't need three moves. Brother Pang can kill Di Jun in one move." The saints of the Lingwu tribe were proud of themselves.
With a "bang" sound, the sword energy shattered, and the giant ice spear was as powerful as breaking bamboo.
When the saints of the Lingwu tribe saw this scene, they were also stunned for a moment.
"presumptuous!"
Pang Wusheng became angry with embarrassment. He thought that the huge sword energy he unleashed could easily smash the giant ice spear, but he did not expect that the opponent's giant ice spear could easily break his own sword energy. This was completely beyond his expectation.
Seeing the giant ice spear coming, Pang Wusheng could only block it with his sword.
"boom!"
Pang Wusheng flew backwards like an arrow from a string.
"impossible!"
"He actually knocked Pang Wusheng away with one move!"
"How could this be?"
The expressions of the saints of the Lingwu Tribe changed dramatically. Pang Wusheng was the most powerful martial arts half-saint among them. However, such a being could not even withstand a single move from Emperor Jun. This was simply ridiculous!
The half-saints of the Lingwu Tribe who had laughed at Di Jun before all turned red in the face, as if they had been slapped in the face. Their eyes were splitting and they were gnashing their teeth.
Pang Wusheng barely managed to steady his body, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood with a "poof" sound, his face full of disbelief.
"Impossible! Who are you, Emperor Jun, to be able to hurt this saint? This is absolutely impossible?"
Pang Wusheng roared loudly. He could not believe that his martial arts power was so vulnerable to the force of nature. This was humiliating to Pang Wusheng.
"With such little strength, even if I give you three hundred moves, you can't even think of hurting even a hair on this saint. And you actually boast that you can kill me within three moves. I really don't know where you got the shame." Di Junyi
He said with disdain.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Pang Wusheng looked up to the sky and roared, mad with hatred.
He threatened to defeat Di Jun within three moves, but in the end he was unable to catch even one of Di Jun's moves, which dealt a huge blow to his prestige and confidence.
When he thought of his previous attitude of not taking Di Jun seriously, Pang Wusheng felt extremely ashamed and angry.
"What a shame! What a shame!"
"Di Jun, how dare you humiliate me like this!"
"I want you to pay the price!"
Pang Wusheng glared at Emperor Jun with endless killing intent.
"Have I ever humiliated you? You said you wanted to kill me within three moves, but you ended up humiliating yourself because of your lack of strength. No wonder I have." Di Jun sneered again and again.
"you……"
Pang Wusheng was so angry that he almost vomited blood, "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"
While roaring, Pang Wusheng swung his sword and slashed at Di Jun crazily, launching countless huge swords that surged like waves.
"Pang Wusheng is angry, he is completely angry!"
"How dare you anger Brother Pang? You don't know whether to live or die!"
"Di Jun is dead!"
All the saints of the Lingwu tribe opened their eyes in anger.