My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

Unfortunately, he miscalculated again. If it were anyone else, they might be frightened by his notoriety and would be willing to abandon their cultivation in order to suffer less torture. But with the character and will of Gu Fenghua, Luo Enen and others, how could they be frightened by him? Under their influence, even Chang Wanfa and others became much calmer than before.

Anyway, he had never thought about a head-on confrontation from the beginning. Seeing that he couldn't scare the opponent, he could only take a step back. According to his idea, as long as the other party is given a way to survive, they don't know how to be grateful, so how can they refuse?

Of course, he couldn't really let go of the other party. Just as Gu Fenghua said, being forced to give in by several juniors was a huge shame to his Mangshan ancestor, and his lifelong reputation would be ruined. Once he recovers from his injuries, he will definitely avenge today's shame!

He never expected that when he gave in every step of the way, instead of being as grateful as he had hoped and honestly handing over the Xuanxu Kuongrongcao, Gu Fenghua actually let Gu Fenghua see through his true colors.

At this point, it is impossible to force the other party to voluntarily hand over the Xuanxu Rongrong Grass. No matter whether he is willing to take action or not, he has no choice but to take action.

In an instant, a layer of green appeared on his wrinkled face, making him look even weirder.

And two golden holy beads appeared between his eyebrows.

Second Grade Emperor Saint! Chang Wanfa and Swing Sword turned pale with fright, and even the swords in their hands almost fell to the ground.

Although they had known that the ancestors of Mangshan were not weak in cultivation, they were still shocked to see these two golden holy beads with their own eyes.

You must know that they are only first-grade Heavenly Saints, and they are still fake Heavenly Saints. How can they compete with a strong person of the second-grade Emperor Saint. That's not just a tenth-level cultivation gap, it's also a realm gap.

Even if Gu Fenghua and Luo Enen join forces, the power of a sword is only equivalent to the ninth-level Heavenly Saint, and they will never be the opponent of the second-level Emperor Saint.

What should we do now? Should we run away or run away? The two of them looked at Gu Fenghua at the same time, and saw that instead of being timid or frightened, she had a gleam in her eyes.

Of course, Gu Fenghua, a second-grade Emperor Saint, also saw the two golden holy beads between the eyebrows of the ancestor of Mangshan, but at the same time, she also saw the thin cracks in the holy beads. She was certain that the Mangshan Patriarch's Holy Pearl had been broken. Although it had re-condensed, it had not fully recovered. He was unable to display the true strength of the Second Grade Emperor Saint at all.

"One sword, break the sky!" Gu Fenghua slashed out with one sword.

Since she had already seen through the true story of the ancestor of Mangshan, she would certainly not be idle. When she spoke just now, she had already begun to use her skills to raise the holy energy to the extreme. This time, she took action without reservation.

Even if the opponent is injured and unable to display the true strength of the second-grade Emperor Saint, the Emperor Saint is still the Emperor Saint after all, so how can she dare to hold back.

"Beidou, Ba Tian!"

"Jiutian, Phantom Thunder!"

"Holy Soul, Heaven Breaks!" Luo Enen, Bai Fatty, and Ye Wuse took action at the same time.

As soon as Gu Fenghua opened his mouth, they knew that today's battle was unavoidable, and they had already begun to use their skills to condense the holy energy to the extreme.

Four purple holy beads appeared between the eyebrows of several people, so shining and dazzling.

However, after seeing the cultivation level of these people, Mangshan Patriarch felt relieved. Looking at Chang Wanfa, Swing Sword and others who then took action, they were even more dismissive.

"It's only the fourth and fifth grades of Tiansheng. Even if I am injured, how can you do anything to defeat me!" The ancestor of Mangshan sneered again and again.