Sun Ning's eyes were sharp, and murderous intent surged in his heart.
Just imagine that with his cultivation, he came to this Holy War stage to challenge for the position of Saint. Not only was he ridiculed by this group of people, but even the "fighting ceremony" that should be very solemn was treated arrogantly.
With his status, he can stand on an equal footing with all the saints in the Great Sage World. If he really made him furious, then this matter would definitely be more than just killing three mere elders.
"What an arrogant person!"
At this moment, I suddenly heard an angry voice coming from the top floor of the Holy War Palace. I saw an old man with red hair and red robes and an ashen complexion rushing from the top of the building. As he walked, it was like a ball of red flames.
combustion.
"Is it you who killed Mr. Wenren?"
The old man scolded angrily.
His voice was extremely high and stern, and his words gave people a strong sense of oppression. He seemed to be as fierce as fire, and he would kill someone if he disagreed with him.
"The Lord of the Furious Palace has arrived!"
Many people couldn't help but feel a little scared when they saw this old man.
Even Elder Huang and the other three people couldn't help but feel a little scared, even though the person being questioned was Sun Ning with a stern voice.
The first person in charge of the second holy war realm is the Furious Palace Master. As his name suggests, he is very easy to go crazy and angry. Once he loses his temper, it must mean that some people are going to suffer.
The Lord of the Furious Palace once tore an unruly challenger in half on the holy war platform, thus gaining great fame.
Over the years, at least dozens of people have died at his hands because they offended him, including the four elders of the Holy War Palace.
But no matter how arrogant or angry he was, he could never be put in Sun Ning's eyes.
Sun Ning asked calmly: "Why, even if I fight and kill people in public on the jihad platform, is there a problem?"
"How dare you talk to me like that!"
The Furious Palace Master was furious, his beard and hair were all spread out, his face was as black as charcoal, his eyes were wide open and he said: "You killed the son of the Western Lord and committed a heinous crime. Not only do you not want to repent, but you are so arrogant. It is really an unforgivable crime!"
He seemed furious, but he was not a careless person. His words were just to find a suitable reason before killing Sun Ning.
In fact, the fear in Furious Palace Master's heart at this moment was a bit stronger than that of Elder Huang and the other three.
As a direct subordinate, he knows better than anyone else that Wenren Lesheng was born to the Western lord and a deeply loved woman in the past, and this woman has long since passed away. He loves his son as much as his life, and will Wenren Lesheng
She is regarded as a beloved child, and there is a reason why she misses her so much.
Now that this precious son died on his own territory, let alone punishment or killing, it would not be surprising if the entire Jihad Palace was demolished.
Because of this, he had to do his best to turn this matter into a long-planned murder, and then use the most cruel punishment in the world to concoct this kid, telling him to live but not die, so that he could slightly calm down the Western lords.
The anger - even though this was a very solemn challenge involving the holy warriors that took place on the holy war stage.
The Furious Palace Master is ready.
As long as there is a slight flaw in what this kid says next, he will cling to it, amplify it infinitely, and occupy the high point of reason and even morality.
But what Sun Ning did was completely different from what he imagined.
"Not only do I dare to speak to you like this, I also dare to kill you!"
There was a cold look in Sun Ning's eyes, and he said quietly: "Do you know what kind of existence you are talking to?"
After saying that, he flicked his right hand casually, but there was nothing special about this flick, but immediately after, a crisp scratching sound could be heard on the face of the Furious Palace Master.
The furious Palace Master, whose cultivation had reached the fifth level and the ninth calamity, was caught off guard and unable to stop him, so he slapped him firmly on the face.
"this……"
"That boy...how dare he hit the Furious Palace Master?"
"Crazy! It's really crazy..."
Countless people who had originally planned to watch a good show and wait for the Furious Palace Master to slowly process this kid were suddenly shocked by the slap, as if it was not the Furious Palace Master who was slapped, but themselves.
"You little bastard, you're looking for death!"
The Furious Palace Master was also stunned by the whipping. He covered his black and red face and suddenly became furious. Even if he activated all the brain cells in his body, he could never imagine that one day, as a majestic Palace Master, he would be treated like a thunderbolt.
In front of so many people, it makes people slap in the face!
This slap in the face was simply more infuriating and unacceptable than stabbing him with a dozen knives in the heart!
"Death! I want you..."
The Furious Palace Master is like an angry red lion, roaring like a lion's roar, muttering words in his mouth, huge mana permeating his body, looking from a distance, like a lurking and vigorous cheetah.
But at the moment when he was about to go berserk, he suddenly saw the extreme indifference of the young man in green shirt. When he looked at himself, he seemed to be looking at an ant. A fear originating from the depths of his soul suddenly rose up for no reason.
rise.
The Furious Palace Master's originally irritable state of mind felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head. He suddenly sobered up and said to himself: "No, no! This person slapped me randomly, and with my cultivation, I didn't even dodge it. This shows his methods.
Extremely tyrannical. How could there be such a terrifying second mystical gate in the world?"
When I thought about this, I suddenly thought of a possibility...
The Furious Palace Master trembled all over and looked at Sun Ning in disbelief. Looking at the young man's faintly sarcastic smile, cold sweat broke out all over his body and his heart sank to the bottom of his heart.
Although he has been stationed in the Jihad Realm for a long time, he has been facing the newly emerged supreme figures in the Realm Alliance and forced the Hunyuan Holy Lord to mark an area and imprison him for a hundred years. He was also listed in the "Sirius Fengyun Lu" and received special reports on four pages and eight sides.
, Song Que, the Fourteenth Sword of the Ten Directions who recently killed the clone of Emperor Dongyuan, can definitely be said to be as powerful as thunder.
At this moment, he finally understood that the Song Que who was about to pierce the sky was the Sun Ning in front of him!
I'll give it a fuck!
In the Furious Palace Master's heart, thousands of grass mud horses started running wildly and angrily, but he had no time to think about why this giant Buddha came to the second holy war realm, and why he came to challenge this mere saint.
In the past hundred years, there have only been three Saint Seiyas in the entire world of the Great Sage. In the eyes of this fierce man, they can only be described as mere two words.
But he knew that, let alone Sun Ning, who just killed a mere Wenren Lesheng, even if he wanted to kill the Western lord, the old leader probably wouldn't have much ability to resist.
I actually collided with such an existence!
No!
Not a collision, but an offense, a deep offense.
Thinking of this, the cold sweat all over the body of the Furious Palace Master began to break out for the second time.
"Song... Mr. Sun?"
The Furious Palace Master hurriedly controlled the surging mana around him, and asked hesitantly with fear.
"Um."
Sun Ning nodded slightly, cherishing words like gold. (To be continued)