After hearing what the young man said, Mr. Wu's face had a sickly flush.
His eyes were blood red and he said angrily: "Fart, I was the one who discovered the fairy grass first. After your master heard the news, in order to get the fairy grass, he actually confused right and wrong and claimed that he planted the fairy grass. Let me
Hand it over, if I don't obey, I will be severely injured. Is there any law in this world?"
The young man sneered and said: "My master is in the realm of the Emperor of Heaven, how qualified are you, a mere little saint, to teach the King's Dharma?"
"Asshole, aren't you afraid that the Three Saints will know about your evil deeds?"
Mr. Wu had a furious look on his face. He coughed up blood again due to the injury, and his whole body was almost exhausted.
It has been half a month since he was injured. In Kunlun, for people like Wu Lao and those at the bottom, the young Master Feng Emperor can indeed cover the sky with one hand.
Therefore, after Feng Emperor injured him, he even strictly controlled Kunlun's elixir shop and did not allow him to dispense medicine for Mr. Wu.
This also caused Mr. Wu's injuries to worsen.
The young man's name is Su Kong, one of the Eighteen Emperors of Kunlun and a disciple of Emperor Feng.
A person who has cultivated himself to the pinnacle of the Venerable Realm.
When he heard Wu Laojiang bring out the Three Saints of Kunlun, he couldn't help but have a sneer on his face. He knelt down, looked at the old man with cold eyes and said: "Wu Juetian, don't be naive, do you think you are qualified to see the Three Saints? You
Do you think that the Three Saints will punish an emperor because of you, a saint?"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Wu clenched his fists in humiliation.
Those hands turned white from being pinched, all because he was bullied wantonly because he was weak.
Su Kong was indeed right, a precious medicine like fairy grass was not something he could get his hands on.
The Wind Emperor suppressed him without any worries at all. Even if he was introduced to the Three Saints, no one would make the decision for him.
No one would offend a Heavenly Emperor because of a weak Saint Realm.
But how could it be Mr. Wu's character to give in like that?
He looked directly at Su Kong with a pair of blood-red eyes and said indifferently: "The fairy grass will never be handed over to your master. If you give up, I will only lose my life. If you want it, just do it."
Take it."
Su Kong's eyes were filled with anger.
"you wanna die!"
He strangled Mr. Wu's neck and lifted him up from the bed.
If this was done when Mr. Wu was at his peak, even if he gave Su Kong a hundred courages, he would never dare to do it.
Mr. Wu's temper is well-known in the circle of Kunlun Saint Realm.
But now, Mr. Wu has not only exhausted his cultivation, but has also been seriously injured. The lack of medicinal herbs has made his situation worse.
Therefore, Su Kong had no worries at all in how he wanted to humiliate Mr. Wu.
Mr. Wu was strangled by the neck and could not breathe.
His face had turned purple, and he was choked by a junior who had stepped into his cultivation level. This kind of humiliation was enough to make him die.
Seeing that Mr. Wu still didn't give in, Su Kong was completely angry.
He directly threw Mr. Wu against the wall of the cave. This time, it shook all the internal organs of Mr. Wu. After vomiting a few mouthfuls of blood again, his already injured body became even more dying.
The tiger fell down and was bullied by the dog!
"Old man, are you serious about not handing over the fairy grass?"
Su Kong's eyes were filled with rage.
"Ahem, hahaha."
Old Wu laughed angrily, with no fear on his pale face.
"Are you planning to take something by force because your intimidation failed? In that case, who were you acting for in the first place? Don't you find it disgusting?"
"you……"
Su Kong looked at Mr. Wu coldly. He knew that this old man was not afraid of death. No matter how he threatened him, he would not hand over the fairy grass.
And that fairy grass is the key to his master's breakthrough, he must get it.
After Su Kong stared at Mr. Wu with a gloomy expression for a while, he finally couldn't help but sneer.
"why are you laughing?"
Mr. Wu had a bad feeling.
Su Kong chuckled and said: "Old man, if you are not afraid of death, then I don't know if your little granddaughter who lives in South China is afraid of death."
"Tingting?"
Mr. Wu's expression changed instantly, and then he stared at Su Kong with cold eyes and said angrily: "If you dare to touch her, I will hold you back even if you die."
"It seems that you really care about your little granddaughter."
Su Kong sneered, and then his entire body disappeared in an instant.
Not long after, the space in the cave became distorted again, and then Su Kong appeared in front of Mr. Wu with a beautiful figure in his hand.
He grabbed Wu Tingting's neck with his palm and looked at Old Wu with a sneer: "I will say it one last time, hand over the fairy grass, otherwise don't blame me for destroying the flower with my ruthless hands. Old man, you don't want your granddaughter to die in front of you.
"
"If you dare to take action, I will kill you and bury you with her."
Wu Lao forced himself to use his true energy, but as his Dantian was already traumatized, he couldn't help but aggravate the injury again by using his true energy.
Su Kong sneered, holding Wu Tingting's delicate neck in his hand, and said with a hint of mockery in his tone: "Did you see that your grandpa doesn't seem to care about your life or death?"
As he spoke, he slowly exerted force on his palms.
Wu Tingting's beautiful eyes left a wisp of tears, and she looked at Mr. Wu, but she did not surrender to Su Kong's begging for mercy.
"I want to see if you are not afraid of death either."
Su Kong had a cruel look on his face and was about to crush Wu Tingting's neck.
Wu Tingting had closed her eyes in despair. Mr. Wu kept roaring, with blood and tears in his eyes, but Su Kong still turned a blind eye.
And just when he exerted force, a shocking sound of rage reached his ears like thunder.
"Keep your hands!"
Su Kong was stunned for a moment, and then felt a terrifying wave coming from behind him.
Before he could react to what was happening, a sword beam instantly chopped off his arm holding Wu Tingting's neck.
"ah!"
He let out a shrill scream, then quickly hid aside, stared at Yang Tian, and roared: "Who are you? How dare you hurt me."
After Wu Lao saw the figure of the young man in white clothes in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, and then asked in astonishment: "Yang Tian?"
After Wu Tingting lost Su Kong's control, she quickly ran to Mr. Wu and began to cry, her delicate body trembling with fear.
"I'm late."
Yang Tian exhaled a breath of turbid air, filled with murderous intent.
After Wu Lao heard this sentence, tears suddenly flowed from his cloudy eyes.
“Not too late, just right!”
He didn't know why Yang Tian came, but since the young man was here, he would never let him be humiliated again.
A year ago, the young man gave him a favor and helped him break through the realm of the venerable and regain his life.
A year later, when he was at his most desperate, despite being his mortal enemy Kunlun, appeared in front of him and saved him from danger.
The old man will never forget this kindness.
The young man looked at the old man and slowly spoke to him seriously: "I once said that one day I will recover my cultivation and will protect you for the rest of my life. Now that I am here, leave everything to me!"
When Mr. Wu heard this, he was shocked.
Then, he said "Hello" with a hoarse voice.
When the young man said that sentence, he only thought it was a joke, but he didn't expect that he would actually get the young man's protection today.
To Yang Tian, that sentence was not a joke, but a promise.
At the beginning, when he faced the old man in green robe, he was still a rookie who had not yet reached the realm of the Venerable. It was Mr. Wu who showed up to help him defeat the old man in green robe.
When he faced Shentu Sheng, Mr. Wu was still fearless when facing a stronger opponent than him and carried it for him!
Now that Mr. Wu is being humiliated, Yang Tian will naturally not sit idly by and ignore it.
His eyes fell on Su Kong, his eyes were cold, and all the evil energy in his body suddenly burst out.
"You deserve to die!"
"You...what are you going to do? I'm warning you, stop. I am a disciple of Feng Emperor. My master is Feng Emperor, one of the Eighteen Emperors of Kunlun. If you dare to touch me, my master will not let you go.
It’s yours.”
"Wind Emperor? A powerful person in the Heavenly Emperor realm?"
Yang Tian's eyes exuded a ray of coldness.
When Su Kong heard what Yang Tian said, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, with a sneer on his face, he said: "Boy, it seems that you have heard about the power of the Emperor of Heaven. You broke one of my arms. Now kneel down and apologize to me immediately, and break your hands and feet. Only in this way,
Only then can you get my forgiveness.”
Having said this, he took a step forward, his eyes were cold, and he became even more arrogant.
"Otherwise...you will face the wrath of my master, and you will not be able to survive or die." (To be continued)
