Moses was furious, and he became increasingly unhappy with the scarred young man.
Before entering the Dark Portal, he killed many people from the Sharman race, and also killed the genius of the Sharman race, Sauron. Even Elder Lian Muda suffered at the hands of this guy.
Now this son is even more unrepentant and contradicts him like this. To be more precise, this son seems to be condescending and does not take him seriously.
This kind of contempt made Moses very unhappy. This guy was just a mere human, and his cultivation level was just that of the Lord of Eternity. What right did he have to despise him?
"I'm going to take action today. If you don't respect the saint, you are showing contempt for our alien race. I must teach you a lesson today!"
Moses snorted coldly, kicked off his right foot, and his whole body shot out like a cannonball, quickly rushing toward Zhuo Wen.
The Saint of the Phoenix tribe watched this scene silently and did not stop it.
She also didn't take Zhuo Wen seriously, but she was very dissatisfied with Zhuo Wen's attitude in her heart, so Moses took action just in time.
She knew very well the strength of Moses. Among this group of people, Moses should be second only to her and Zhongli Hao Yan, and even above that Yeqi Tunnel. He was very powerful.
When Zhongli and Hao Yan saw that Moses actually took action again, her beautiful eyes turned cold. Just when she was about to take action, a fiery aura came towards her, crushing her.
Zhongli and Hao Yan raised their heads slightly, and immediately discovered that the source of the aura was the Saint of the Phoenix Clan across from them.
At this moment, the Saint of the Phoenix Clan was staring at her coldly.
Zhongli Haoyan knew very well that as long as she dared to help Zhuo Wen out of the siege now, the Phoenix Clan Saint would immediately take action against her.
Although Zhongli Haoyan is very confident in her own strength, she knows better that the strength of the Phoenix Clan Saint is even more terrifying.
If she were to face off against the Saint of the Phoenix Clan, she really might not be able to gain much benefit, and she might even be at a disadvantage.
Thinking of this, Zhongli and Hao Yan did not act rashly, but looked at Zhuo Wen's back and sighed softly, feeling a little guilty.
After all, Zhuo Wen just gave her a bottle of ancestral witch essence and blood, but when Moses took action, she was unable to help.
Jiang Qisheng and Yao Xiangjun even changed their expressions, secretly scolding Moses for being shameless.
But Moses moved too fast, and the gap in strength between them and Moses was too huge. Even in the past, he was nothing more than cannon fodder.
On the contrary, Na Ye Qitun and Situ Liangji just stood there, their eyes flickering, with no intention of taking action.
Zhuo Wen watched all this silently, sneering secretly in his heart.
Among the human team, apart from Jiang Qisheng and Yao Xiangjun, only Zhongli and Hao Yan are more upright, while the others are just miserable.
"Haha! The enemy dares to be distracted right now. You really don't know how to write the word "death"!"
At this moment, Moses had already rushed in front of Zhuo Wen. He could see at a glance that Zhuo Wen was distracted. Feeling annoyed and angry in his heart, he punched out fiercely, and the endless wind swept away.
Moses was going to punch this hateful and arrogant human in the face and blow it out, then beat off his limbs, and finally slowly torture him to death.
"What a terrifying boxing style, this Moses is attacking with all his strength! I'm afraid Brother Long is in danger!"
Zhongli and Hao Yan also felt Moses' terrifying fist style, her pretty face was slightly condensed, and her beautiful eyes were a little worried.
Zhuo Wen stood there, his expression calm and unchanged.
As Moses' fist got closer and closer, he slowly stretched out his right hand.
The movement of his right hand was very slow, but he accurately caught Moses' right fist.
boom!
The moment Moses' fist hit Zhuo Wen's right palm, there was a muffled sound like thunder exploding. Then Moses was shocked to find that the human being in front of him did not even sway, and stood as still as a mountain.
in front of him.
As for the scene he imagined, where this person's cheek was blown open by him, it didn't even happen.
At the same time, Moses saw the face of the young man in front of him again, and there was a hint of mockery on his face.
Moses was furious that this guy dared to laugh at him.
"Die! Dragon Explosion!"
Moses' left fist, which was still free, was suddenly raised and punched out fiercely. For a moment, the space between the two collapsed.
In the gaps in the collapsed space, countless tides surged out, manifesting one after another terrifying and ferocious dragons.
These dragons instantly wrapped Zhuo Wen, and immediately began to wrap around him fiercely, trying to strangle Zhuo Wen completely inside.
The tide receded and the dragon gradually disappeared, but Moses' face was full of horror, because he found that the palm holding his right fist, instead of letting go, was tightening it so hard that he couldn't help but
He groaned in pain.
"Moses, is this all you have?"
The tide suddenly dissipated, but Zhuo Wen still stood there motionless, the mockery on his lips became more intense, and the fear in Moses' eyes became more profound.
"How is it possible? You... nothing happened at all?" Moses said tremblingly.
He suddenly realized that at this moment, he looked so small in front of the human being in front of him.
It's like the human being in front of you can take away his life at will with just a thought.
This feeling intensified the fear in his heart, and the fear made him scream.
"Before, you were always in front of me, calling me a little bastard and an ant, as if I was not worth mentioning in front of you, and you could easily crush me to death as long as you took action!"
Click!
As Zhuo Wen spoke, he squeezed his right fist hard and crushed Moses' right fist into pieces.
And Moses screamed in horror, his eyes almost bulging out.
"I saw you yelling for so long, and I really thought you were very powerful and could easily crush me to death! Now it seems... you are just a barking dog. As for your strength, haha... it really makes me very happy.
Disappointed!"
Zhuo Wen said lightly and twisted his right hand violently, and Moses' right hand was torn off by him.
"You said that I don't respect the saint and you want to teach me a lesson! So, where is that lesson?"
Tear!
Zhuo Wen also tore off Moses' left arm, leaving behind Moses' shrill scream.
"You said that my enemy is distracted and doesn't know how to write the word death? But now I tell you, I really know how to write the word death!"
Zhuo Wen held Moses' legs with both hands and tore them off, causing blood mist to spurt out.
Moses fell to the ground face to face, and blood flowed all over the ground.
Zhuo Wen slowly squatted down in front of Moses and wrote the word "death" in big letters in front of Moses with blood on the ground.
"Did you see the word death clearly?"
After Zhuo Wen finished writing the word "death", he grabbed Moses' head and said calmly.
Moses felt fear. The fear of death was so close to him, and he was very scared.
"Please! Please spare my life..." Moses sounded with regret.
Zhuo Wen did not speak, but pressed the fingers of his right hand on the center of Moses' eyebrows. The terrifying violent force poured into Moses' soul, completely blasting it away.
Moses stared at Zhuo Wen, and finally fell on the word "death" and completely lost his breath.
At this moment, the whole place fell into silence for a long time...