Di Jun watched the sword energy coming from the sky, his face still showed contempt and disdain.
He waved his hand gently, and hundreds of ice cones appeared in the void, piercing the sky with sword energy.
"Boom!"
Under the attack of countless ice picks, in just a moment, the sword energy in the sky collapsed.
This scene made Pang Wusheng furious.
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! You can actually withstand this saint's attack? Ridiculous, I don't accept it, I don't believe it, who do you think you are!"
Pang Wusheng roared again and again, bursting out with more powerful holy power, and kept slashing at Di Jun with his sword energy.
However, Di Jun was still able to do it with ease. He fired the ice cone calmly and blocked all Pang Wusheng's attacks.
"No...impossible..."
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Pang Wusheng roared like a killing pig, and his chest almost exploded with anger. He was so filled with hatred that he could not accept what was happening in front of him.
As a half-saint of martial arts in the Lingwu Continent, he claims to be the best race in the world. He is aloof and does not take the imperial clan into consideration. He even looks down on the Yasheng Emperor Jiang.
However, Pang Wusheng used all his magical powers, but was blocked by Di Jun alone. This is really ridiculous.
No matter what, Pang Wusheng could not accept such a thing.
At the same time, the other half-saints of the Lingwu clan also had ugly expressions on their faces, unable to believe the scene in front of them, because it was completely beyond their imagination.
"Pang Wusheng, is this your strength? It's really average!" Di Jun said disdainfully.
"you……"
Pang Wusheng's chest surged and his whole face turned blue. He had never suffered such a shameful humiliation!
"Although you are indeed slightly more powerful than Yu Chi Heng, there is not much difference between you and him in front of me. You are both rubbish." Di Jun said proudly.
"Arrogant! Arrogant! Arrogant!"
"Presumptuous! Presumptuous! Presumptuous!"
"This guy is so arrogant, he almost thinks that there is no one in our Lingwu clan!"
"We will never be humiliated like this!"
"no way!"
The saints of the Lingwu Tribe roared, their faces red and their ears red, almost going crazy with anger.
Pang Wusheng suffered humiliation, and there was no glory in their faces.
Di Jun glanced at the saints of the Lingwu clan and said: "You are not convinced? Very good, let's go together. I will challenge all of you alone. Today I will let you see what the imperial clan is and what the world's No. 1 clan is.
one."
The saints of the Lingwu clan looked at each other in shock, and no one dared to step forward.
If everyone swarmed up, even if they defeated Di Jun, they would still be defeated. They were so arrogant that they couldn't do such a thing to destroy their prestige.
If they lose, the Lingwu clan will be even more humiliated and will be mercilessly ridiculed by all major races.
No matter whether they win or lose, the Lingwu clan is still in trouble.
"What? You don't dare? Your general is defeated!"
Di Jun became even more proud and said loudly: "Submit to our imperial clan, otherwise the Holy Forest Continent will have no place for you, a group of bereaved dogs."
The tone was high and full of commands.
"presumptuous!"
The saints of the Lingwu clan scolded him together, they wished they could cut Emperor Jun into pieces with a thousand swords.
"Everyone, please be patient!"
At this moment, the Dharma Saint led the Rakshasa clan saints and appeared.
"Saints of the Rakshasa tribe, you have finally appeared."
Di Jun said with a smile: "Look at these bereaved dogs you have taken in. Each and every one of them is a worthless waste. Even if they were given to our Imperial clan as slaves, I'm afraid they don't have the qualifications to do so."
"Enough!"
Pang Wusheng's eyes were blood red, and he said, "Even if you are a half-saint of the Imperial Clan, you cannot humiliate our Imperial Clan like this!"
"My defeated general, you have no right to speak here, so shut up." Di Jun ordered.
"Emperor Jun!"
Pang Wusheng was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and his murderous intention and hatred seemed to turn into reality.
"Okay Pang Wusheng, thank you for your hard work, I will leave this place to you."
The Dharma Saint spoke slowly, with a hint of command in his tone.
Pang Wusheng's face was red, and he could feel that Dharma Saint looked at him as if he was looking at a loser.
"Crazy guy!"
"presumptuous!"
The saints of the Lingwu clan scolded him one after another.
Pang Wusheng raised his hand to signal them not to speak, and then said to the Dharma Saint with an angry smile: "Okay, then I will see how you end it."
At the same time, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, showing a hint of contempt. If Pang Wusheng couldn't solve the problem himself, could the Dharma Saint still solve it? Could the Dharma Saint be able to defeat Di Jun? Ridiculous!
The Dharma Saint smiled slightly and said to Di Jun: "I am the Dharma Saint of the Rakshasa tribe. I am the holy head. If you have anything to do, just tell me."
"Okay, after working on it for a long time, finally someone with some weight has come forward."
Di Jun raised his head slightly and said condescendingly to the Dharma Saint: "Today, on behalf of the Imperial Clan, I have come to subdue you, the Rakshasa Clan and the Lingwu Clan. From now on, you Rakshasa Clan and Lingwu Clan will follow my Imperial Clan's lead. I
Can you understand what I mean?"
"Okay, we can respect the Imperial Clan as the leader." Dharma Saint agreed without hesitation.
"Dharma Saint, what did you say!"
"How can you say such a thing? Think again!"
"We Rakshasa tribe must never bow to any race. Once we bow our heads, it will be difficult to lift them up!"
When the saints of the Rakshasa tribe heard this, their expressions changed greatly, and they looked at the Dharma Saint with incredulous expressions. They couldn't believe that the Dharma Saint would say such spineless words.
With just one word from Di Jun, the Dharma Saint surrendered?
This is so spineless!
At this time, even Di Jun's expression changed, and the Dharma Saint's decisiveness completely exceeded his imagination.
"Ha ha……"
Pang Wusheng laughed wildly: "Dharma Saint, although I can't defeat Di Jun, at least I did not bow to the Imperial Clan, and you surrendered to the Imperial Clan without even fighting. You are even more embarrassing than me! Dharma Saint, I look down on you.
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The saints of the Lingwu tribe also had a much more balanced mentality, and they confidently looked at the saints of the Rakshasa tribe with contempt.
"However, I have a premise."
The Dharma Saint suddenly changed the subject, looked directly at Di Jun and said: "As long as the Imperial Clan can kill one person, we, the Rakshasa Clan, will take refuge in the Imperial Clan and follow the Imperial Clan's lead. But if you cannot do this, then you are not qualified to do so.
The boss of our Rakshasa clan."
"Kill one person? Who?" Di Jun asked curiously.
"Human half-saint, Du Ning." Dharma Saint replied.
The saints of the Rakshasa clan suddenly realized that the Dharma Saint was using a borrowed sword to kill Du Ning, a clan member.
If the Imperial Clan and the Human Clan were to fight first and both sides would suffer losses, wouldn't the Rakshasa Clan be able to gain a big advantage?
He is truly worthy of being a Dharma Saint, and he is indeed very witty!
At this moment, the saints of the Rakshasa tribe fell to the ground in admiration for the Dharma Saint.
The expressions of the Lingwu Saints also changed, and they instantly understood the thoughts of the Dharma Saint.