"Trash!" Trash! They are all trash! " He Yuan Jun scolded from the stands, his expression turning ugly faster than flipping a book.
The three main weapon type fate souls were all ferocious weapons that were used by the primary killers, yet they were actually played around with by Tang Ao. They did not even manage to force out Tang Ao's techniques or even touch Tang Ao's sides as they inexplicably lost.
How could this not make He Yuan Jun fly into a rage? He repeatedly scolded the people from the Heartless Martial School as trash, and they couldn't even take down an eighth heaven realm practitioner even when they were at the ninth heaven of the Duan Ti Realm.
Actually, he couldn't blame them for that. Who let him be so blind as to go against Tang Ao, the monster? If Tang Ao had truly released all three of his life souls, even if Huo Ping were to attack him, Tang Ao would probably dare to exchange a few moves with him.
Looking at the spear tip that was only an inch away from him, Song Yuanlong was so scared that his face turned white, and cold sweat ran down his forehead, "I admit defeat, I admit defeat."
Tang Ao kept his Spear Soul of Hundred War, and without even turning his head back, he returned to his own field, boasting, "I didn't use any strength! You've lost! "
Song Yuanlong almost vomited a mouthful of blood as he escaped the stage in a hurry. He Lin, butadiene and the rest were embarrassed, "This Young Master Tang, it's true." While speaking halfway, he actually could not find any suitable words to describe Tang Ao.
The eldest son, He Yuanze, also laughed, "Interesting! Interesting! This Young Master Tang is really an interesting person, it's a pity he let Old 17 get away with it. "
A middle-aged man stepped forward. His sword-like eyebrows were straight from head to toe, and although he was thin, he gave off a bearing that was as straight as a pine. "Young Master, it's our turn, right?"
He Yuanze waved his hand, "Let him fight with Thirteen first, let him exhaust some of his energy, when that time comes, we can just sit back and watch and reap the rewards."
The other two young masters seemed to have also thought of this, and secretly whispered to their subordinates, once again turning to look at the Heaven and Earth Arena Stage.
Tang Ao tidied up his clothes, combed his hair that was not messy at all, and then pointed at the disciples of the Heartless Martial School behind He Yuan Jun, "Call all of you out so that this sovereign can hit you with a few shoes."
He Yuan Jun was flustered and exasperated, "Go! You bunch of trash! Hurry up and go up! " A disciple of the Heartless Martial School could not bear to see the people of the Heartless Martial School arguing behind him. He gritted his teeth in anger and wanted to teach He Yuan Jun a lesson, but was stopped by Huo Ping, who shook his head slightly.
Not only could that disciple not hold it in, He Yuan Jun completely disregarded them and wanted to teach him a lesson. Unfortunately, the sect master had given the order to help He Yuan Jun take the City Lord's position, otherwise, he wouldn't even be able to come back.
Huo Ping was actually having a headache. Tang Ao's strength was still there, and the scene of the sole plate violently whipping Zhou Ji yesterday was still fresh in his mind. It was roughly estimated that if one did not have the Peak Body Tempering Realm and an extremely strong Fate Soul, they would not even have a thirty percent chance of victory in front of Tang Ao.
He sighed and said, "You can go now!" Huo Ping appointed a sturdy built and a fierce looking disciple.
"AHH!" It's the fifth ranked outer sect Senior Brother Yan Yingcai! "
"Senior brother Yan has a fate soul of at least the Tenth Heaven!"
"And I've also heard that one of the main killers and one of the main defenses, is extremely powerful!"
The disciples of the Heartless Martial School who were behind He Yuan Jun were discussing among themselves. They had changed from their previous dejected expressions of kneeling down twice, and their eyes were filled with expectation. They all hoped that Senior Brother Yan could shine and teach this arrogant guy a lesson, to vent his anger.
Yan Yingcai summoned his main killing halberd and the Ancient Floating Light Armour; on the halberd, dragon roars could be heard and the armor shone with multicolored light. The surrounding spectators cheered and He Yuan Jun and the Heartless Martial School disciples behind him clapped their hands and praised, "Do it, kill him!"
"Look at this!" Yan Yingcai bellowed, he directly ignored the greeting, and directly pounced on Tang Ao.
Tang Ao slowly touched the bottom of his feet, took out her sole plate and pointed it at Yan Yingcai, "Do you know? This sovereign hates people that lack manners the most. "
"Hmm?" Yan Yingcai was startled, his vision blurred, and waves of intense pain came from the left side of his face, causing his entire body to fly out.
"What a hooligan!" In the audience, some young master shouted out in shock, causing everyone to immediately break out in sweat. They thought that Tang Ao hitting people with his shoes was just out of curiosity, they never thought that he would become addicted to it.
He Yuan Jun was so angry that his face turned purple, and he continued to roar: Hit him! Hit him! You piece of trash! Hit him! " The other disciples of the Heartless Martial School also clenched their fists tightly. They hated Tang Ao so much that they gritted their teeth, as though they wanted to eat him alive.
The ground shook and dust filled the air, "Bastard! "Go to hell!" Yan Yingcai was unresigned in his heart. Circulating his True Essence, he ignored the swelling on the side of his face and attacked Tang Ao yet again.
Tang Ao was very unhappy, "Why are all of you so rude? There was Zhou Ji in front, as well as the one named Jin. Just like before, how come you don't have any memory at all? " Tang Ao patted his shoes with a rhythm and looked at Yan Yingcai who was struggling in the distance in ridicule.
This was the second time He Yuan Jun saw such a gaze, and he was still covered in cold sweat from fright, "Quick! Attack! You trash! Kill him! Kill him! "
Tang Ao slowly walked in. He looked indifferent but his anger had already started to rise, "Today, this sovereign will beat you up one time."
"Bullsh * t!" "Look at the halberd!" Yan Yingcai controlled the two halberd spirits and struck down.
The halberd fell into the air. The coiling dragon on the halberd seemed to have come to life as a draconic aura surged out; the black and white taiji diagram at the point where the halberd connected with the pole rotated rapidly.
"Scram!"
Tang Ao shouted as he poured his true essence into his shoes, which now exceeded the level of an ordinary weapon. With one strike, he deflected the Coiling Dragon Halberd. Circulating "myrtle leg", "Sou" Tang Ao's figure once again disappeared.
"Pah!"
Yan Yingcai's sturdy body flew back once again, the impact caused a huge pit to appear on the stone ground, his throat felt a sweet taste, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood.
Tang Ao followed along and pressed Yan Yingcai down onto his body. He then called out to the shoe board and said, "You're going to be rude! I won't let you be polite! "
"Apologize, apologize, apologize!"
Yan Yingcai's face had long ago swelled up to the size of a pig's head, his eyebrows and eyes so swollen that it could not even be distinguished. From time to time, blood and teeth would spurt out from his mouth, "Pu (no)! "Yes, yes!
"Why aren't you admitting your wrongs!" Why aren't you admitting your wrongs! "Why aren't you admitting your wrongs!" Tang Ao was extremely unhappy in his heart, he increased his strength and continued to call out to his on his ugly face.
"Wuu!" I was wrong. Stop fighting! " Yan Yingcai struggled with all his strength to force out these words. The big bro was slapped like a child and started to cry.
"Just admit defeat!" Tang Ao clapped his hands and put his shoes back on, "If you admit defeat earlier, won't you be alright?"