Yang Mucheng put his hands behind his back, not afraid of Zhang Shikui's almost murderous gaze, and nodded lightly:

"It's done!"

Click!

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Shikui clenched his fists, the knuckle joints 'crackled', and his eyes almost wanted to kill.

"Haha, the deity has not asked about current affairs in the Canglan Sect for so many years, but I didn't expect to meet so many guys who are not afraid of death. You, a kid who doesn't even have a lot of hair, are also qualified to take care of the affairs of the deity? Boy, the deity has killed more people than you have ever seen, do you think the deity will not dare to kill you?"

"Don't say it's you, even if it's the elders of the family and sect behind you, they may not dare to talk to the deity like this, what qualifications do you have!"

Zhang Shikui stared at Yang Mucheng playfully.

"In the martial arts world, strength is respected!"

"Even if the deity kills you and kills everyone behind you, no one will dare to stop you! Who do you think you are?"

Zhang Shikui smirked.

Kill the heart first!

The greatest joy of his life is to watch the other person die in fear. Which of the people who once died at his hands was not righteous and imposing at the beginning? But in the end, didn't he still kneel at his feet like a dog?

Swish!

But to Zhang Shikui's surprise, after he said this, the warriors watching around him, as if they were avoiding the plague, took a few steps back again, as if they had encountered something terrible.

"This is Old Devil Yang!"

Many people have already recognized Yang Mucheng's identity.

"Oh my God, is it really him?" Some of them felt like they had been choked by the neck, barely breathing.

"That's right, I watched him trample Lei Zhuoran to death with my own eyes, can I still not know who he is?" "This Zhang Shikui is really good at dying, and he actually provoked Emperor Yang. Anyone can mess with these people, but you can't mess with Emperor Yang!"

Some were scared.

Apparently.

They were all able to guess what would happen to Yang Mucheng after he got angry, and what kind of picture would happen!

"I'm Yang Mucheng!"

Yang Mucheng raised his head and looked at this Zhang Shikui with a smile. As soon as this sentence fell, the smug smile on Zhang Shikui's face suddenly stiffened, and it was as ugly as a dead parent. His thousand words are not as good as Yang Mucheng's words!

I am Yang Mucheng!

It is enough to suppress the people of these sixteen county capitals, and it is enough to suppress all the hidden old monsters in the entire Shengqing Dynasty!

"You...... You ......"

Zhang Shikui looked at Yang Mucheng and couldn't hold back half a sentence. He didn't imagine that the young man in front of him was actually Yang Mucheng.

"What's going on, what's going on?"

What is happening here, how can it not attract the attention of others.

But I saw that Wu Gengao was drinking and swaggering.

Recently, Wu Gen has been proud of the spring breeze, he was not so majestic before, since Yang Mucheng killed Lei Zhuoran, these members of the Dragon Hall have also risen with the tide. Even if he used to be an existence whose identity, status, and cultivation were far higher than his, he had to bow when he saw him.

Wu Gen enjoyed everyone's fearful gaze and walked into the crowd.

Suddenly, the corner of his eyes fell on Yang Mucheng's body, and he hurriedly reined in his previous fox and tiger posture, and hurriedly trotted all the way to Yang Mucheng's side: "Saint, why are you here? I just wanted to report to you, all the county capitals have already arrived, and some hidden old monsters have also come together, they are waiting to see you!"

"Don't worry, let them wait, I will solve the matter here first!"

Yang Mucheng put his hands behind his back and looked at Zhang Shikui quietly.

Wu Gen was stunned for a moment, fell on Zhang Shikui in front of him, and immediately shouted: "Zhang Shikui, you are simply a dog, what did you do just now?"

"He's going to kill my people!" Yang Mucheng said leisurely, "I want to stop him, and he also asks me what qualifications I have......"

Now.

Zhang Shikui even wanted to die.

Even Lei Zhuoran died in the hands of Yang Mucheng, what qualifications and strength did he have to confront the young man in front of him?

"What should I do? I can't beat it, I can only escape!"

As soon as this thought surfaced, it immediately filled Zhang Shikui's mind. Almost without the slightest hesitation, he stepped on the soles of his feet and shot wildly into the distance. At the same time, Zhang Shikui burst out with qi and blood all over his body, and the whole person turned into a terrifying blood-colored light, desperately fleeing.

Even the strong wind brought up when it flew around blew the surrounding crowd back and forth and swayed.

Escape!

Escape!

Escape!

Zhang Shikui's head was blank, he knew that if he didn't escape, he would die!

"How dare you escape!"

Wu Gen scolded and was about to pursue.

However, seeing it, Yang Mucheng sneered, and pressed his right hand towards the void. At this moment, the whole time seemed to stand still. I just saw that the originally clear sky was suddenly darkened, and countless thunderclouds quickly converged above the Shangchuan Valley.

With Yang Mucheng's palm, he saw that among the thunderclouds, countless electric snakes seemed to be inspired at this moment, and directly formed a huge palm with a diameter of dozens of meters above Zhang Shikui, followed by a crazy shot.

"This is Thunder Intent!"

Many people's hearts jumped.

Although, they had already heard rumors that Yang Mucheng killed Lei Zhuoran and captured the other party's Thunder Battle Intent. But there are still some doubts and disbelief in my heart, but now after seeing it with my own eyes, I am trembling all over my body, and I dare not speak!

Rumble!

I only heard a loud sound, and the blood-colored light flying in the sky was already beaten down from the sky by the thunderous palm like a fly, and slammed into the ground.

"Hehe, the saint made a move, and it was really extraordinary!"

Wu Gen's eyelids jumped, and he hurriedly patted the horse.

"Don't talk nonsense! I just abolished Zhang Shikui's cultivation with this palm, and didn't kill him......" Yang Mucheng withdrew his hand and looked ahead. Several members of the Dragon Hall had already rushed over and dragged Zhang Shikui, who had fallen from the sky, back.

"This ......"

Seeing Zhang Shikui's appearance, the people present, the old monsters, only felt that their scalps were numb, and a chill that penetrated their hearts and bones surged into their souls.

But see.

Zhang Shikui is not as embarrassed and skinny as they imagined. On the contrary, it is the same as before, but the most shocking thing is that Zhang Shikui's cultivation is completely gone, just like an ordinary person!

For these ancestors, the talkers, the cultivation of the heavens is more important than their own net worth and life. You abolish his cultivation, which is a hundred times more cruel than killing him and torturing him. A martial artist in the early stage of Xuanhai was abolished with a slap in his actions, this is too terrifying, right?

Many people were even darker, wondering if they would be able to dodge the previous slap. But without exception, they all shook their heads with a wry smile -

Because.

They simply can't do it!

At this time, Zhang Shikui, who was like a dead dog, was already dragged in front of Yang Mucheng.

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