His expression was complicated, revealing a look of reminiscence, and he said, "I went there once, but I was knocked off the arena after just one turn. The recoil force from above was too shocking... I couldn't withstand it with my strength."
"Backlash?"
"Yes, the sealing power of the imprisonment rules is very strong. I can't explain it clearly. That thing is very strange. Unless you go up there yourself, no matter how many people you ask, you will get different answers."
Feng Qingyang nodded, roughly understanding something. He looked around the giant platform. There were three God Kings and more than a dozen Heavenly Gods on it. He thought for a moment, looked towards the corner of the platform, then he moved his mind and walked over quietly.
He walked very slowly, neither hurried nor slow, but every step he took had a sense of stability and composure, and his steps were solid and tenacious.
It was drizzling, and even though he was low-key, the moment he stepped on it, he still attracted the attention of countless people. Almost in an instant, tens of thousands of eyes were focused on him.
"who is he?"
"The cultivation of the late Heavenly God is like challenging the competition arena. Isn't this just slapping yourself in the face?"
"Humph, he's just a piece of trash with a red cross on his face. He wants to get our attention. We've got our attention, but he's going to be in trouble soon."
"I bet a hundred god-level divine stones that he will be shaken down immediately when he goes up..."
Everyone's whispers fell into Feng Qingyang's ears very clearly. He sneered secretly, but did not get angry. He just continued to move forward against the drizzle. His whole body was heavy with a faint edge, like a sword that was about to leave his body. Under the sharpening of this pressure, he gradually released his brilliance.
"The only way to get even is to rotate the bass drum three times, which means not only lifting the drumstick but also hitting it hard until the third sound is heard."
Feng Qingyang quickened his speed and arrived at the edge of the drum in an instant. Just as he stepped within three steps of the drum, an inexplicable sealing force descended, almost instantly imprisoning all his magic power. At the same time, he groaned. The seal that caught him off guard was like a huge hand sweeping over him. He was hit without warning and his mind was shaken.
His shaking immediately made the people below laugh. They looked at Feng Qingyang with contempt and shouted loudly, asking him to come down quickly and not to stand there and embarrass himself.
Lu Wenran's eyes were cold and he glared at the people around him with a bad look. The power of a mid-stage God King swept out, and suddenly made these people shut their mouths. What a joke! With the God King here, how dare they be so presumptuous
"Well, I can keep a low profile this time, but maybe I will have to be high-profile this time." Feng Qingyang didn't care about the ridicule from the people below the platform. He turned a blind eye and just focused on the drumstick as thick as his arm.
The moment he said this, his aura suddenly changed. If he was not very noticeable at first, he had undergone a tremendous change at this moment.
His sharp edge was exposed, and the energy all over his body was so dazzling that no one could open their eyes. They all stared with their eyes wide open, as if they saw Feng Qingyang for the first time.
The violent momentum was earth-shaking. I don't know if it was a coincidence, but at the moment his momentum exploded, a thunderclap suddenly came from the sky where drizzling rain was falling. The rumbling sound was actually intentionally or unintentionally matching the momentum of Feng Qingyang.
Suddenly, lightning and thunder flashed, wind and clouds suddenly appeared, and purple air came from the east for 80,000 miles. The originally dark clouds turned into dark purple in an instant, giving people a dull feeling of oppression. The heavy breath made them almost unable to breathe. Each of them was like a duck with its neck strangled, with its mouth open, staring at Feng Qingyang in amazement, wanting to say something but not knowing where to start.
Originally they wanted to see the other party slap themselves in the face, but now it was clearly them slapping themselves in the face. The changes in the sky and the earth made them look particularly unnatural. Those with weak minds even blushed directly. They just wished there was no crack on the ground. If there was, they would definitely dive into it without hesitation.
Feng Qingyang looked at the drumstick deeply, took a breath, then stretched out his right hand and placed it on the drumstick. Almost at the moment he placed it on the drumstick, a great force gathered from all over his body to the palm of his hand. Suddenly, he shouted loudly and roared while spinning.
"rise!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's instinct was to feel a shock like a thunder explosion. Under the body covered by the white Taoist robe, extraordinary power burst out. In an instant, the drumstick was raised up, and then struck it downwards heavily.
The sound of the drums was like a rainbow, carrying with it a sense of antiquity, as if the weight had been accumulated over countless years. That kind of vicissitudes of life instantly turned into a deafening roar.
Moreover, in an instant, a huge force emanated from the drum surface. There was no wind in the void, but the vibrating force made his clothes rustle, and the dull and powerful force seemed to want to knock him off the platform.
The moment it appeared, it echoed in all directions and spread throughout the entire Demon Emperor State in an instant. The sound was as clear as thunder and spread wildly with a will that defied the heavens.
This scene fell into the eyes of the people below and the dozen people still on the platform. They opened their mouths wide and looked at Feng Qingyang in disbelief.
The sound of drums, which had not been heard for hundreds of years, reappeared at this time. Moreover, it did not seem like a forced sound, but rather a roar to the extreme, completely covering the entire Demon Emperor State, enough to shock everyone here.
“Is this true or false?”
"It's impossible, but it's not true. He is obviously only at the late stage of the Heavenly God. After his cultivation was sealed, how could he lift the drumstick and make such a loud noise? He must be a powerful being, a powerful being who is pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger."
"Did you find that he resembles someone?"
The gods who were watching suddenly thought of a young genius who had recently risen. This news had been transmitted from the Demonic Pit not long ago. Now that they thought of this person, they suddenly put it together.
"Could it be him?"
Lu Wenran snorted disdainfully, a matter-of-fact look appeared on his face, but in his pupils, there was a deep fear hidden. Feng Qingyang's strength undoubtedly overturned the image of him in his mind again. At least now he understood that he had underestimated Feng Qingyang after all.
At this moment, Feng Qingyang had a calm expression, without the slightest surprise. In his opinion, the first sound was also extremely simple, but the sound that echoed in all directions did surprise him a little.
After that strange power entered the body, it not only did not destroy it, but on the contrary quickly merged with the original flesh and blood. This phenomenon was like the good fortune that occurred after enduring the backlash.