The Almighty Asura

"Amu, one hundred and twenty-three battles, victory! Our fighting genius boy really did not disappoint us."

The host shouted. .

"Amu, Amu!"

There was another round of cheers from the audience, and the people who won the Xia Zhuang gambling round couldn't wait to hug Amu's kiss.

"This little guy is so powerful."

Wuming said in surprise.

"Amu has the blood of the three top races, and they are perfectly integrated, and the future is boundless. He is the most likely person among us to get rid of slavery."

One person beside him exclaimed.

"Yeah, I really don't know the origins of this Amu's parents."

Other fighters argued that although Amu's cultivation is not as high as them, his potential is much greater than them, and his status is also higher than these people.

"Yes, it didn't disappoint me."

Nan Mu also had a smile on his face. After Amu was cultivated, he would definitely be a top thug in the future.

Amu fought three more games in a row, and they all defeated their opponents strongly, and none of the God King-level Scarlet Fighters like him was his opponent.

After playing three games and there was no other challenger, Amu retired.

"My son, fortunately not insulting my life." Amu clasped his fist.

"Well, yes, this young man will have a big reward in a while." Nan Mu nodded, and Amu stepped aside and walked to Wuming.

"How about it, I'm good." Amu smiled and raised his fist.

"Great." Wuming smiled and touched Amu's head.

"Don't touch my head, the president is not tall." Amu opened the nameless hand.

"Next, it is the God-level Fight, the challenger, Ax, and the golden blood fighter Darul. This is the battle for Darul to advance to the Scarlet Blood Fighting King. Whether he can be promoted successfully, let us wait and see. "

The battle continued. There were six god-level battles, and one of Nan Mu's subordinates also participated, but he was killed by others and failed. After returning, Nan Mu's people directly loaded the spirit into the soul refining tower. Punished by the fire of refining fire.

There are rewards for winning, but for losing, their master will not give a good face.

Then came the God Emperor Level Fighting Tournament. After the God Emperor Level Fighting Tournament was over, it entered the most anticipated link of everyone, the Lord God Level Fighting Tournament.

The main **** is already a strong man in the true sense of the universe, and the main god-level battle match is also the most anticipated in the Blood Palace.

In the Blood Prison Battle Palace, the main god-level fighting emperor powerhouse has only been out of three for so many years.

The lower main **** level has the most battles, with a total of nine games.

There are seven mid-level competitions.

There are only four battles at the upper main **** level.

There are only three top-level main god-level battles.

As for cutting the Dao, the battle of the God King of He Dao has not yet occurred.

Powerful people of this level generally don't bother to participate in any competitions for others to see as monkeys.

However, the main **** level fighting match no longer distinguishes the challenge, because there are few people, as long as the cultivation base has a participating level, you can challenge, that is to say, you can challenge without distinguishing the level, even if it is a black blood fighter, you can still challenge yourself. A strong man with a high level of fighting.

This is also the reason why the main god-level fighters are already scarce.

Two of the main gods brought by Nan Mu's subordinates participated in the battle between the upper main **** and the top main god, winning and losing.

The person who participated in the top main **** happened to be the one who lost, and was defeated by the top main **** under the command of the purple-clothed youth.

The top main god, the wind sword with amazing attack power, constantly attacked and killed the opponent, but the opponent was torn into pieces in a moment.

"Feng Xiao, Feng Xiao!"

"So handsome, Feng Xiao!"

The audience shouted for a while, the main **** level battle is the most powerful and the most exciting.

"Hahahaha, thank you Feng Xiao for this defeat, Feng Xiao has successfully promoted to the Scarlet Blood Fight King."

The purple-clothed youth laughed and looked at Nan Mu with a happy expression.

"Nan Cheng, you are less proud, I still have people here."

Nan Mu said with a gloomy face, and gave a cold snort.

"Oh, do you still have a top-level main **** fighter? Haha, then pull it out for a stroll." Nan Cheng sneered.

Even Nan Mu's subordinate fighters have a look of doubt. There are not many master **** fighters of the son, and there are only two top master **** fighters. Who else?

"Anonymous, you play!"

Nan Mu looked at Wuming.

Wuming nodded indifferently, and walked out amidst the shocked eyes of the surrounding fighters.

"How is it possible that this brain-dead, no, nameless, is the top god?"

"This guy, is the top main god?"

The unnamed fighters who ridiculed the nameless fighters were shocked. This guy with multiple heads, the person they ridiculed, turned out to be a top god!

The top master god, no matter what status or slave, this cultivation base can make others respect and fear.

No wonder, no wonder the son is so tolerant to him.

"Anonymous is the top main god..." Amu also looked shocked.

He thought that Wuming was a god, the most **** emperor, but he didn't expect to be a master **** or a top god!

The main **** is still a realm that is beyond hope and is extremely remote to him.

"Hahahaha... Nanmu, that's your main **** fighter? Haha, half of the head is missing. You sent out to fight with my Fengxiao, are you here to be funny?"

Nan Cheng smiled and covered his stomach.

Nan Mu looked gloomy and said, "Don't laugh too early, you will cry later."

"Hahahaha, well, I want to see how you make me cry, Feng Xiao will blow the other half of his head." Nan Cheng irritated: "You are so confident, let us bet to mention it again, 50 million yuan. Shenjing, dare you?"

"Hmph, you want to send money, will I not accept it?" Nan Mu sneered.

Unnamed played, but the audience burst into laughter.

"Look at that guy, his head is only half."

"Hahahaha, just come to the fight, does he want to blow the other half?"

"Is this one kicked by a donkey? There is such a top-level main god, and I have a long experience."

The audience laughed in an uproar and pointed to the ring finger.

The host was also shocked and jokingly said: "Our main **** and powerhouse is named Wuming. I didn't expect to be so unique, with half of the head missing. Do you want Feng Xiao to help him blow the other half?"

Everyone looked at Wuming who was on the court when they saw the jokes. His broken and uncompleted head became the biggest ridicule.

Feng Xiao was dressed in Qingyi, with several cyan swords floating beside him, and he frowned when he watched Wuming who was on the field. His eyes were full of disdain. The nameless head was obviously blown by someone, and his injuries had not recovered.

How strong can you be beaten into such an opponent?

Wuming's expression was indifferent, and he didn't care about the comments and pointers of the people around him at all.

Is this guy really amnesia?

"Get to know yourself, get out of here!"