Chapter 1416 Is it fun? Kneel down
"Are you confident?" Shangguanxian asked.
"What do you think?" Xu Zimo asked.
"I know you are very strong, but Ghost Saint Son must not take it lightly," Shangguanxian reminded.
"He is the descendant of Netherworld Valley.
Netherworld Valley is a very special place.
Although they were born into the fire tribe, they have always yearned for the power of cold.
It is said that the ancestors of Netherworld Valley went down to Jiuyou and obtained the underground will-o'-the-wisp fire as their own true fire."
"As for this Ghost Holy Son, it is said that before him, there was actually a descendant in Netherworld Valley.
But Gui Shengzi has only practiced for more than ten years.
When he was fifteen years old, he defeated the successor of Netherworld Valley and became the new successor.
He is known as the most talented successor in Netherworld Valley in the past ten thousand years."
"Such a thing has appeared in ten thousand years?" Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"He is a bit of a murderer, but his strength should not be underestimated," Shangguanxian said.
"When I met him, I had all my cards revealed, but I wasn't completely sure."
"Your fairy fire is no weaker than his will-o'-the-wisp fire," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"Having said that, just keep going," Shangguanxian said with a smile.
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As the competitions ended one after another.
Finally, the referee called Xu Zimo's name.
"Xu Zimo versus Ghost Saint Son."
As the second favorite to win the championship on the Ten Thousand Fires Ranking, Gui Shengzi brings extraordinary popularity and attention.
Especially after he brutally killed Zhang Heng in the last competition.
That kind of cruel battle made everyone watching feel happy.
The audience likes this kind of brutal fighting, fist to the flesh, life and death struggle.
If it were a mediocre competition, it would be meaningless.
Therefore, any competition involving the Ghost Son will always be overcrowded.
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"This competition is interesting. I wonder who the Ghost Son will kill again."
"Look, that's not the young man who killed the black dragon."
"Maybe he can fight."
"Don't be stupid, Black Dragon is good, but compared to Ghost Saint Son, it's still far behind.
Anyway, I believe that the Ghost Son will win."
"Old Sun, did you pay the Ghost Holy Son a lot of money to support him so heartlessly?"
Someone joked.
Naturally, the man was not to be outdone, and replied: "I have staked my fortune for the rest of my life, Gui Shengzi, you should be more angry."
People around were talking a lot.
The Ghost Saint was dressed in red robes and walked onto the ring with a grin.
He looked at Xu Zimo.
With sharp eyes, he looked at it carefully.
"I just want to see what you are capable of.
It makes people spend such a huge amount of money to buy their lives.”
"Did you answer it?" Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"I have no reason to refuse. If someone gives me money, why not?" Gui Shengzi sneered.
"I hope you can endure the fight a little longer.
Don't be like that loser who fell down before I even had the pleasure of playing."
"I hope you remember what you said now," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
The ghost energy around the Ghost Saint Son began to condense, and a huge white skull burst out from the top of his head, directly engulfing Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo stretched out his right hand and slapped it away with a strong wind.
Just hear a "boom".
The white-bone skull directly hit Xu Zimo and flew him out.
"Not satisfactory," Gui Shengzi shook his head in disappointment.
Then he was surrounded by ghosts.
The next moment, it had turned into an afterimage, killing Xu Zimo.
There seemed to be a shrill scream from a ghost.
Within seconds, he had thrown hundreds of punches.
Xu Zimo was beaten so hard that he was unable to fight back.
"Thousands of ghosts eat souls," he shouted loudly.
A huge ghost roared behind him, and after taking a big breath, a powerful suction force came.
It was as if Xu Zimo's soul was being sucked out and then swallowed inside.
Xu Zimo began to struggle free.
The Ghost Son snorted heavily.
The ghostly aura around him became a little stronger, and the eyes of the ghostly figure suddenly burned with will-o'-the-wisps.
"Let's finish it," Gui Shengzi said with some lack of interest.
It seems that he is disappointed with Xu Zimo's strength.
The will-o'-the-wisp was burning, and the ghost should have swallowed Xu Zimo.
But he suddenly screamed, as if he had encountered something terrible, and there was a direct "boom".
Completely exploded.
"How could that happen?" The figure of the Ghost Saint also flew away.
Then he watched as the panic expression on Xu Zimo's face gradually calmed down.
"Is it fun?" Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"You just...," Gui Shengzi's eyes narrowed, as if he had thought of something.
Then he sneered and said, "That's interesting. I thought you were so weak."
"Have you ever felt the emotion of fear?" Xu Zimo suddenly asked.
"I have always been the only one who made others afraid," Gui Shengzi said calmly.
When he finished speaking, he saw Xu Zimo grabbing him with a big hand.
The huge palm was like a whale swallowing up all the spiritual energy.
Immediately, it fell from the void like overwhelming the sky and the earth.
The Ghost Son snorted coldly, and the white bones and skull appeared above his head.
In the skull's eyes, two will-o'-the-wisps were flickering.
The skull was screaming, trying to pierce Xu Zimo's right palm directly.
Unfortunately, when this palm fell, the skull was directly destroyed, and it fell heavily on the body of the Ghost Saint Son.
It was like a mountain weighing tens of millions fell.
The Ghost Holy Son groaned, his face turned pale and his throat felt sweet.
He almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
However, he still forcefully swallowed it.
His feet sank deeply into the earth due to their weight.
"Kneel down," Xu Zimo shouted softly.
The strength of the right palm increased a bit.
This time, Gui Shengzi didn't resist at all, broke both legs and knelt on the ring.
At this moment, everyone around was in an uproar.
None of them seemed to believe the scene in front of them.
It doesn't seem real.
…………
"How can it be?
The Ghost Son was pressed down and beaten."
"It's definitely a lie. The Ghost Holy Son hasn't used his full strength yet. He must have been attacked by a sneak attack."
"Check this person's identity for me. I want all his information."
"It seems that Wanhuo Pavilion also has its eyesight sometimes.
There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in this Chaos Fire Realm, so we really cannot take it lightly."
People around were talking a lot, and the whole arena was noisy.
Incomparable anger surged inside the Ghost Saint Son.
He was humiliated.
Or in front of the entire Chaos Fire Territory.
I'm afraid he will soon become a laughing stock.
Angry will-o'-the-wisps were dancing in his eyes, and he looked at Xu Zimo with cold eyes.
With a roar, he directly overturned the big palm that suppressed him.
At this moment, he was really angry.
As if he had walked out of the netherworld, the boundless blood began to spread all over his body.
And in this blood.
The corpses of countless dead people walked out of the blood like zombies.
"Kill me," he shouted.
All these walking corpses rushed towards Xu Zimo.
This chapter has been completed!
