Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

Jun Wu Xie looked at Wang Yao, the undefeated Nanshan warrior, and felt like he was looking at an idiot.

This guy still had the air of being awesome.

Where did this inexplicable confidence come from?

Jun Wu Xie pulled Qin Keqing back a few steps naturally, just enough to retreat into the barrier's range.

"Hey, you, come here."

Jun Wu Xie beckoned to Wang Yao.

Wang Yao was taken aback for a moment, then said coldly, "Are you talking to me?"

"That's right, it's you, Nanshan Never-Lose, you come over here." Jun Wu Xie put his hands behind his back and pointed to the floating armor, saying, "Come quickly and retrieve the armor for me, sacrificing your life to dispel the baleful aura on it."

Wang Yao's heart stuttered upon hearing this.

"Is he crazy?"

He stared at Jun Wu Xie with a cold gaze.

This Qi Condensation Realm person actually dared to imitate his tone and confront him?

In recent days, he had killed many so-called talented prodigies of his generation in Nanshan, and no one dared to speak to him like this anymore.

"Can't you understand human speech?" Jun Wu Xie's face turned cold, and he shouted, "Come in quickly and retrieve the armor. This young master is letting you sacrifice your life to retrieve the armor, which is bestowing upon you supreme glory. You should be grateful, yet you dare to be noisy?"

"You're courting death!"

Wang Yao was almost exploding with anger. A Qi Condensation Realm martial artist dared to provoke him like this in front of him!

He instantly landed in front of the barrier and was about to rush into it to capture and kill Jun Wu Xie.

But just as his foot lifted, about to step in, he stopped in mid-air.

His eyes shone with a cold light as he stared coldly at Jun Wu Xie and Qin Keqing inside, his black hair danced wildly without wind, and his face was uncertain.

"Hey kid, did you get a cramp in your leg?"

Jun Wu Xie looked at Wang Yao with a hint of mockery, without any provocative look, just pure ridicule.

"You want to provoke me to come in?" Although Wang Yao was arrogant, he was not an impulsive fool when it came to critical moments. He stared at Jun Wu Xie's eyes, "What tricks are you trying to play?"

"Are you scared?" Jun Wu Xie's eyes were filled with disdain as he said, "I finally understand how you got the title of Nanshan Never-Lose. You chicken out when you encounter someone you can't beat, so naturally you won't lose."

"You!"

Wang Yao was trembling with anger, his lungs about to explode!

"Kid, your arrogance is just a bluff!" Wang Yao suddenly sneered, "You want to play psychological tactics with me? Deliberately acting so arrogant to make me think you're deliberately provoking me to enter the barrier, so I'll give up on killing you! This reverse psychology trick of yours is just a petty skill!"

After he finished speaking, he stepped into the barrier and rushed directly towards Jun Wu Xie, reaching out to grab his shoulder, blood energy surging between his fingers.

"Now, does this ant have the power to resist?"

Wang Yao was very confident. He had already thought about it in his mind that the other party might be a body cultivator, or a martial artist of the same rank with an extraordinary physique.

But if that was the case, then he was even more confident in his own physique!

It wasn't like he hadn't killed body cultivators with pure physical strength before!

Seeing that his iron-like fingers were about to land on the target's shoulder, the other party didn't move at all.

"It really is a bluff. I thought you had some trump cards, how ridiculous and pathetic!"

Wang Yao relaxed his last bit of vigilance. This ant had already been scared silly by him, standing there without even thinking of resisting.

Just when he thought everything was a foregone conclusion, and he was about to make this ant kneel on the ground and repent, and then, under his threat, have no choice but to retrieve the armor.

A golden, radiant palm, as fast as lightning!

Just as his five fingers were about to lock onto the other party's shoulder blades, he suddenly couldn't move.

His wrist was clamped by that golden, radiant hand.

Wang Yao gathered his blood energy and shook it violently.

He wanted to shake that hand away.

As a result, between the shaking of blood energy, the golden palm fingers remained motionless, instead, they shook his blood energy back, causing his entire wrist to go numb.

In shock, he met the other party's gaze and saw the mocking and playful look in his eyes.

"How is it, how does it feel?"

Jun Wu Xie exerted a little force with his palm fingers, and Wang Yao's wrist immediately made a cracking sound. The intense pain made his face twist a little.

"You!"

At this moment, Wang Yao completely understood why the other party dared to provoke him so much inside the barrier.

He was not only a body cultivator, but also a body cultivator with an extremely perverted physique!

"You deliberately ran your blood energy along the path of true qi, making me think you were a true qi martial artist of the Qi Condensation Realm, and then deliberately provoked me to enter the barrier! Damn it, I actually fell for your trick!"

Wang Yao's face was livid, his wrist was clamped, and he couldn't break free even with all his strength, and the excruciating pain was piercing, his bones were being crushed.

He had never imagined that he would capsize one day!

He asked himself that he had been very cautious, even though the other party was only in the Qi Condensation Realm, he was still wary!

How could this be?

"You seem to be a bit slow to realize," Jun Wu Xie smiled, revealing his white and neat teeth, very sunny and bright.

He pulled slightly, and Wang Yao couldn't stabilize himself at all, and was directly pulled by him.

Immediately, a palm flowing with golden blood energy pressed down on his shoulder.

Wang Yao only felt as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him.

His legs trembled, and he knelt on the ground with a thud.

"You ant of the Qi Condensation Realm! How dare you humiliate me?!"

Wang Yao was about to explode with anger. He had never knelt in his life, but today he was forced to kneel here. This was a great humiliation!

"Did I humiliate you?" Jun Wu Xie pinched his neck, made him look up at himself, and then, in his extremely angry eyes, slapped him.

Wang Yao's face immediately splattered with blood and swelled high. He only felt his eyes go dark and his ears buzzed.

"Ah!!"

He roared hysterically, unable to accept being trampled and insulted like this!

Compared to the pain of the flesh, the humiliation in his heart was even more unbearable.

He was Nanshan Never-Lose!

In recent days, in this Nanshan, no contemporary dared to compete with him, and those who saw him would retreat!

"What did you feel?" Jun Wu Xie grabbed his hair, lifted his head, and said, "It's glory, do you understand glory, huh?"

"You…"

Wang Yao's eyes were bloodshot, his canthus cracked, and his eyes were full of killing intent and resentment.

"Being able to kneel in front of me and be slapped by me is a glory you can't ask for. You should be grateful to repay my kindness to you. But your eyes are actually full of killing intent, so resentful, you are really a heartless thing."

Jun Wu Xie had an expression of doing a good deed but being repaid with resentment, pretending to be as real as it could be.

"You…"

Wang Yao was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Wasn't this his logic?

Now that his opponent was using it on him, he knew how uncomfortable this taste was.

…

At this moment, in the grove in the mountain depression, the true disciple of the Great River Sword Sect was still sitting cross-legged on the rock, his expression very shocked.

However, in the shock, there was also undisguised schadenfreude.

Nanshan Never-Lose Wang Yao had fallen, capsizing in the gutter.

Although he was deeply shocked that Jun Wu Xie had grown to such a point.

However, without Nanshan Never-Lose Wang Yao, he would have one less strong competitor!

Therefore, he had not left, waiting here, waiting for the opportunity!

"Kid, if you kill me, you still won't be able to get the armor!"

Wang Yao didn't want to die, he racked his brains, thinking about the opportunity to survive.

"Why are you dead people so talkative, you don't have the right to speak here," Jun Wu Xie said, and directly slapped Wang Yao in the face, knocking out all his teeth.

Wang Yao was so angry that he wanted to self-destruct!

However, his true qi was imprisoned in his dantian, so he couldn't even self-destruct!

In his life, there had never been a moment when he felt so desperate and powerless as he did now.

This feeling of being controlled by others was really too bad.

"How about this, you let me go and let me go out and kill the people of the Great River Sword Sect, so you can take the armor with peace of mind. Moreover, I am already injured, and after fighting with him, my injuries will inevitably worsen, and it will not pose any threat to you!"

"Are you begging me?" Jun Wu Xie kicked him over and stepped on his neck, saying, "Where did your arrogant and domineering posture go before? Aren't you Nanshan Never-Lose? Invincible among your peers, how glorious, claiming that even a saint wouldn't be your opponent in the same realm. What, you're not arrogant now?"

Wang Yao's deformed face twitched fiercely.

These words were too harsh, like knives piercing into his heart.

The more proud he was, the more humiliated he was at this moment!

"Nanshan Never-Lose, today you lost, the only loss in your life, and also the last loss. Well, you should feel proud, you can only lose once in your life, not more than once," Jun Wu Xie teased, and after speaking, he suddenly exerted force under his feet.

In Wang Yao's frightened, unwilling, angry, and resentful eyes, he snapped his neck with a snap.

Wang Yao's head tilted, his mouth opened slightly a few times, but he couldn't make any sound, his pupils quickly dissipated, and he died in an instant.

"This feeling is really boring, like abusing noobs, I still prefer the domineering way of killing people," Jun Wu Xie shook his head, feeling that it was too gentle.

The main reason was that this barrier was too small, and he was afraid that if he moved too much, he would blast Wang Yao out with one punch, which would be tragic.

He pulled off Wang Yao's Naring, carefully inspected his body, and found that this guy was not wearing inner armor.

It seemed that this guy was very confident in his own strength.

"I already have two spatial rings, but I haven't had time to see what's inside," Jun Wuxie said, putting away the spatial rings. He turned to look at the floating armor and said to Qin Keqing, "You should go outside the barrier first. I don't know what's going on with this armor. It's better for you to keep your distance when I take it."

Walking closer to carefully sense it, he could indeed feel faint traces of baleful aura on the armor.

However, it was definitely not that simple. If it were just a faint baleful aura, Wang Yao would have taken this armor long ago. It wouldn't have waited for him to come.

Regardless, he had to try to take the armor.

This was the only way. There was no other way to replace it, unless he gave up.

Before taking the armor, he turned to look at the distant forest.

On that rock, the direct disciple of the Great River Sword Sect was also watching him.

Their eyes met in the air, and they both saw intense killing intent in each other's eyes.

The Zongwang Academy and the Great River Sword Sect were two sects opposed to each other in life and death. Even without other reasons, the disciples of the two sects were incompatible as fire and water.

Jun Wuxie said to the direct disciple of the Great River Sword Sect, "I will take the armor today, and it will not be easy. I may be injured because of it. But if you think you can reap the benefits, I guarantee you will die in this mountain gully today. If you want to live, get out of here right now! Otherwise, I will kill you!"

His words were filled with firm will.

He was not threatening, but telling the other party what the consequences would be if they wanted to take advantage of the situation!

He didn't want to fight the direct disciple of the Great River Sword Sect at this time.

After all, to kill a direct disciple of a mid-level power outside the barrier, he would have to use the Primordial Spirit Disintegration or take the Qi Burst Pill.

He didn't want to weaken himself, but if the other party insisted on intercepting him, then he would definitely take his head!