"Mo Chuan, I am extremely sure that you are a mortal!"
"No, to say you are a mortal is to flatter you. In my eyes, you are a useless person! A waste! An ant!"
The words fell.
"Trash, kneel down!"
Xiong Shaoqing shouted coldly, with terrifying pressure in his voice, and pressed towards Mo Chuan.
Xiong Shaoqing sneered again and again. He wanted to make the former top genius kneel in front of him like a lost dog, losing all his dignity.
boom!!!
This pressure is at the level of a half-step master, which is very astonishing.
Even though this pressure was directed at Mo Chuan, and Tantai Jiao and Yue Yingcai were far apart, they still felt extremely depressed, their faces turned pale, their bodies trembled, and they couldn't help but take a few steps back.
soon.
This terrifying pressure descended on Mo Chuan.
However.
Mo Chuan didn't move at all, his face was extremely calm.
It was as if he was not oppressed by any pressure at all.
"Um?"
Xiong Shaoqing was stunned at first, and then sneered: "Mo Chuan, you are a waste, there is no need to save face, kneel down quickly!"
"If you try to hold on under my pressure, if you don't do it right, haha, you loser will explode and die."
However, Mo Chuan's face remained calm and unmoved.
"Huh? Trash, I asked you to kneel down, do you hear me?!" Seeing this, Xiong Shaoqing became unhappy and his voice became louder.
"It's you who should kneel down!!!"
Mo Chuan finally spoke, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes.
The words fell.
boom!
An equally terrifying coercion erupted from Mo Chuan.
Moreover, this pressure is even stronger than Xiong Shaoqing's pressure.
In just the blink of an eye, Xiong Shaoqing's pressure was torn apart by Mo Chuan's pressure.
"Pfft! My pressure??" Xiong Shaoqing spit out a large mouthful of blood and turned pale.
Before he could recover, Mo Chuan's pressure was like an unstoppable river falling from the sky and onto Xiong Shaoqing.
Xiong Shaoqing's legs began to tremble and he couldn't help but want to kneel down.
"Is this the breath of a half-step master?!"
"This is impossible, your martial arts skills have obviously been abolished!!!"
Xiong Shaoqing was greatly shocked, his eyes widened, and he stared at Mo Chuan.
"Nothing is impossible, just kneel down!"
Mo Chuan's voice was calm and he raised his hand.
The pressure increased again.
At this moment, Xiong Shaoqing broke out in cold sweat on his forehead and his legs trembled even more.
"No!" he roared angrily, trying his best to resist the pressure.
But unfortunately, all this is in vain.
final.
Under the extreme pressure of coercion.
With a plop.
Xiong Shaoqing still knelt down.
Everyone around, Tantai Jiao and Yue Yingcai were shocked when they saw this scene.
A half-step master knelt down like this?!
"You are indeed my idol!"
Tantai Jiao's beautiful eyes were filled with stars. She bit her lips and stared at Mo Chuan closely. A blush appeared on her pretty face and her delicate body almost went limp.
"Brother Chuan is really... so awesome!"
Yue Yingcai also had a look of admiration.
So what if you, Xiong Shaoqing, break through to a half-step master?
It’s not like I want to be stepped on by Brother Chuan!
Mo Chuan looked calm.
After all, the reason why he can crush Xiong Shaoqing so easily has something to do with coercion.
Coercion, how should I say it? It is mysterious and mysterious. It can be regarded as the power that a person's cultivation, body and spirit resonate with, thus erupting.
Although Xiong Shaoqing's cultivation level is not inferior to him, both are at the half-step master level.
But in terms of physical strength, Xiong Shaoqing is far inferior to him.
Therefore, the pressure he unleashed was stronger than that of Xiong Shaoqing.
Originally, even if his pressure was stronger than Xiong Shaoqing's, it was not much stronger, at least not strong enough to force Xiong Shaoqing to kneel down.
However, when Mo Chuan's pressure broke out, Xiong Shaoqing tried to die and did not withdraw his pressure in time.
As a result, Xiong Shaoqing's pressure was directly torn to pieces by Mo Chuan, and Xiong Shaoqing even spit out a large mouthful of blood and suffered serious internal injuries.
Then Mo Chuan's pressure increased fiercely, and Xiong Shaoqing was even worse, and was forced to kneel down.
"??" At the same time, Xiong Shaoqing was kneeling on the ground, his face was ashen, he was holding back his anger and felt extremely humiliated.
He is one of the top ten geniuses on the list of geniuses. Wherever he goes, thousands of people admire him. How can he just kneel down like this?
The next second.
"Tie Fist!!!"
Xiong Shaoqing let out an angry roar, clenched his fists, and wanted to stand up to use the Xiong family's clan-suppressing martial arts.
"Huh? I told you to kneel down!"
Mo Chuan's eyes turned cold and he raised his hand, further increasing the pressure.
"Poof!" Xiong Shaoqing's clenched fist immediately relaxed. At the same time, he spit out a large mouthful of blood again. Under the invisible pressure, his whole body almost fell to the ground.
Da da da.
Then, footsteps sounded.
Mo Chuan approached Xiong Shaoqing.
He lowered his head, looked at Xiong Shaoqing condescendingly, and spoke calmly.