A top genius of Shura Palace was destroyed just like that!
The crowd was stunned. How strong was the white-haired man and who was he
Logically speaking, such a strong person cannot be unknown and must be known to everyone.
Moreover, they discovered that the white-haired man never even looked at Min Yang's body from beginning to end, and his expression was extremely calm, as if he had done something very ordinary.
The two young men in red who were carrying Min Hao forward were stunned for a moment, then, as if their butts were on fire, fearing that they would be implicated, they jumped off the platform, blended into the crowd, and disappeared.
"This guy who doesn't know his own limits is willing to lose his own life."
The little fellow shook his head, then looked at Ye Tian with ill intentions, and said indifferently: "Boy, you are so eager to fight that you are about to scare away the birds. Do you want to come up and fight with Mr. Frog?"
"A talking monster?"
Seeing this, the crowd was surprised and confused, but what surprised everyone the most was that the object the little beast was looking at was actually King Yama, Yetian!
King Yama Yetian has long been a legend in Shura Palace. In the eyes of Shura Palace disciples, he is a god-like existence. He is brutal and murderous. If there is a disagreement, he will attack and take people's lives.
A few years ago, a vicious man, relying on his status as a disciple of the Seventh Venerable, acted lawless, arrogant and domineering, causing harm to the people.
In the end, for some unknown reason, Ye Tian took powerful action and even killed the man in front of the Seven Venerables. From then on, his notoriety spread far and wide, and no one dared to offend him anymore, and everyone would stay away from him when they saw him!
However, at this moment, a small beast only the size of a fist actually challenged the King of Hell in public.
What everyone didn’t expect was that King Yama was not angry at all, but gave a response that shocked everyone.
"I'm not your opponent!" Ye Tian forced a stiff smile on his cold face.
"Boring." The little guy shook his head, and suddenly looked at the young master of Shura Palace, his eyes lit up, and said: "Li Tian, would you like to fight with Frog Master?"
Li Tian shook his head and refused decisively.
"Don't look at me, I'm not interested in you." Seeing the little guy looking at him again, Di Tian smiled faintly to express his feelings.
Although they couldn't see the little guy's true strength, just the aura it exuded was enough to make them feel frightened, so it was better not to ask for trouble.
Most importantly, they knew very well how shameless the little beast was. If they got stuck with it, they would definitely not be able to escape without shedding a lot of blood.
"Alas, there is not even an opponent. Grandpa Frog is indeed gifted, invincible in the universe, and lonely as snow!" The little guy sighed to the sky, but he looked very proud, which made Di Tian and others laugh and cry.
Shan Youde said with a smile: "Little guy, do you know that if you act pretentiously you will be struck by lightning?"
"Humph, you fat guy, are you looking for death?"
The little guy's eyes lit up, as if he had found a fun toy, and he grabbed in the air with his little paws, and a golden wave surged out. Shan Youde's expression suddenly changed, and he took a step forward, trying to escape, but it was too late, and he was directly tied up by the golden wave and swept towards the platform.
“So powerful!”
The crowd was horrified. Senior Brother Shan, one of the Ten Great Shuras, had no power to resist the little beast. He was like a little chicken. This was too unbelievable!
Even Di Tian and the others narrowed their eyes and looked extremely solemn. It was obvious that the little guy's strength was far beyond their expectations.
"Fatty, what did you just say?" the little guy said unkindly.
Shan Youde's fat face twitched, and he said hurriedly: "Little Ancestor, I was wrong, please forgive me this time."
"No, you have seriously hurt Mr. Frog's young heart. If you want me to forgive you, you must compensate Mr. Frog!"
Hearing this, the fat on Shan Youde's face suddenly twitched wildly. He regretted it so much that he was so heartless as to provoke this little devil. Now he suffered a great loss.
"Hurry up, or I'll chop you into pieces and make barbecued pork buns." The little guy threatened.
"You are welcome to accept it!"
With a startle, Shan Youde hurriedly took out the mustard seed bag and presented it to the little guy with both hands. However, when the little guy took it, he refused to let go. Finally, under the verbal threat of the little guy, he let go.
None of the Shura disciples went up to help. They all looked at the fat man with sympathy. Why did he have to mess with this little thing? Didn't he know that the little beast was so shameless that the twelve great lords were speechless
"Well, you're sensible, so I'll let you go this time today. I hope there won't be a next time." The little guy happily took the mustard seed bag for himself, without even looking at it, and put it into his own little treasure house.
"Little bastard, don't fall into Fatty's hands in the future. Hehe, I will make you pay double when the time comes."
This was all his savings accumulated over the years, and now it was all gone, completely robbed by the little bastard. The fat man felt pain in his body and heart, and cursed in his heart, thinking about how to get justice.
But after thinking for a long time, he couldn't come up with any good idea. In the face of overwhelming strength, all the conspiracies were just bubbles. The fat man felt powerless!
The little guy grinned and patted the fat on the fat man's face: "Don't worry, Grandpa Frog won't treat you badly. From now on, if you are with me and someone bullies you, come to me and Grandpa Frog will take care of it for you."
"Really?" The fat man's eyes lit up.
"Of course, what Mr. Frog says is as good as water spilled on the ground. He will never lie to you."
At this time, the fat man felt better. He even felt that it was worth it to exchange a bag of wealth for a powerful backer.
Wu Tian shook his head speechlessly, took a few steps forward, and said with a bow: "Everyone, it's been a long time since we last met. I hope you are doing well!"
"Yes, time flies. Nine years have passed in a flash. Brother Wu's strength has improved. I can't catch up with him!" Xu Yan bowed.
"Brother Wu, I didn't expect that your appearance would cause such a big commotion. It's true that if you don't make a sound, you'll be nothing!" the burly man laughed.
"The seasons have come and gone, and the years have flown by. The past should have been washed away, but Wu Tian, after nearly a decade of settling down, you are still immersed in the pain of Chu Yi Yan's death. When will you be able to move on from the past and face a new life?"
Zhang Ting has a graceful figure and is extremely beautiful, but when she looks at Wutan, there is a hint of loss in her beautiful eyes, and a sense of inexplicable sadness in her heart.
Wutan looked at these people one by one and was filled with emotion. The boys in the past have now become young heroes, and the girls in the past have become graceful and elegant ladies with graceful figures and are the most beautiful among all the girls.
"Oh! Why do I feel like there is a sour taste in these words?" Wu Feng said sarcastically.
Zhang Tingqiong wrinkled her nose and shouted, "Wu Feng, what nonsense are you talking about? This lady and Wu Tian only have a deep hatred, not what you said... said..."
"Did I say anything? It seems like I didn't say anything. Or did you have something you wanted to say but didn't dare to because we were here?" Wu Feng teased.
Seeing this scene, Wutan felt somewhat warm in his heart. At least it proved that he was not alone and there were still people in the world who cared about him silently.
"Wutian, welcome back!"
The timid Lan Miaomiao, at this moment, walked forward, stretched out her arms, and gently embraced Wutan. She had blue hair draped over her shoulders, a slim figure, skin as white as cream, and her skin was so delicate that it could be broken by a touch. She was truly an unparalleled beauty.
"Zhang Ting, see, see, this is the true nature, dare to love and hate, unlike you, who are timid, hide love in your heart and dare not release it", after saying this, Wu Feng showed a crazy look on his face, muttering: "But I'm really envious! It would be great if Miaomiao could hug me someday!"
"Go to hell!" Zhang Ting kicked Wu Feng directly on the butt, and he fell flat on his face.
Lan Miaomiao, Zhang Ting and the others were all as beautiful as fairies and had all kinds of charm. They were goddesses in the eyes of all Shura disciples. When they saw the goddess taking the initiative to hug Wutan, to be honest, they felt a little envious and jealous.
Wu Tian gently pushed the woman in his arms away and said with a faint smile: "Thank you!"
"In a lifetime, white clouds float slowly, taking away so many vicissitudes and tears. Life is short, sweat and tears are shed, and so many past events and memories are left behind", Di Tian sighed, and then smiled and said: "Welcome back".
"Thank you." Wu Tian smiled, and then bowed to all the Shura disciples and said, "Thank you everyone!"
"So they know each other!"
"It seems that the white-haired man has a high reputation in the palace!"
At this moment, everyone understood that the Shura disciples showed up together not because Senior Brother Shan was popular, but to welcome the white-haired man. This made them even more confused as to who this person was.
The person who could have made all the Shura disciples gather together to welcome him must be of extraordinary status.
"Brother, who is that white-haired man?"
Someone consulted Shura's disciples, and after some digging, they finally found out Wujitan's identity and his glorious past achievements.
Word spread quickly from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, and soon all the disciples present knew about it.
"I didn't expect that he was the white-haired Shura from nine years ago. I was just talking to him!"
"Yeah, at that time I thought he was a new disciple, but it turns out he has a very important background!"
Several boys and girls stared at Wutan on the stage with shining eyes, as if they were looking at an idol. These people were exactly the young men that Wutan had met on the way before.
“Swish!”
Ye Tian's figure flashed and landed on the high platform. His eyes were gleaming and aggressive. He said in a deep voice: "Wutian, nine years ago, you promised to fight with me. Shouldn't you fulfill your promise today?"
Wu Tian nodded.
When they heard about the battle, the crowd's eyes focused again. One was Shura, the other was Yama. Both were powerful men of the same era. The battle was bound to be exciting.
Moreover, observing the battles of powerful people can also be of great benefit to one's comprehension of magic formulas or the level of cultivation.
"Okay, let's get started!" Ye Tian was a little impatient and instantly prepared for attack.
"Wait!"
"Huh?" Ye Tian frowned, with a hint of displeasure clearly on his face.
Wu Tian said: "I know myself well. In terms of fighting ability, I am definitely not as good as you now. Why don't we change the way we fight?"
"Another way?"
Ye Tian was stunned, and after a moment of hesitation, he said, "You say."
Wutan smiled faintly and waved his arm. A forbidden talisman flew out from his sleeve and hovered above the platform. Pieces of purple light curtains gushed out and covered the place.
"As long as you can walk out of here, you will win this competition."
Ye Tian was surprised and asked: "Eighth level restriction, trapping one side?!"
Wu Tian nodded.
Ye Tian's expression changed, and he was silent for a long time before he said weakly, "No need to compete, I admit defeat."
(End of this chapter)