Fang Yu looked at Eight Yuan.
The eight yuan at this moment can be described as horrible, and I can't see the previous vigorous and unbelievable appearance.
"Who are you...?" Ba Yuan asked in a trembling voice, still dripping blood from his broken jaw.
"I said I was Fang Yu, as for who I am... just an ordinary person." Fang Yu said with a slight smile.
Eight yuan's eyes were full of shock and fear.
The true dragon hegemonic body he displayed was taught by his husband, Zhenlong Tianjun, one of the eight heavenly monarchs!
After this overlord body blessing, he has the breath of a real dragon and masters the supernatural power of the dragon.
But he didn't even have the opportunity to show it, so he was crushed by Fang Yu in front of him.
And the golden dragon on Fang Yu's body was even more shocking, and he hasn't been relieved up to now.
In the end, even the true dragon origin that Zhenlong Tianjun gave him... was absorbed by Fang Yu.
In Ba Yuan's heart at this moment, there is only fear!
The fear of Yu Fang!
Other than that, there are no other ideas.
…
The third largest department.
The overwhelming coercion has dissipated.
Many monks in the camp sighed in relief, looked up at the sky, and found that the ghost had also disappeared.
The super strong spiritual pressure from the earth immortal level no longer exists.
This is... won
Qiu Liang and Ren Le beside him looked at each other, their faces still full of shock.
They had been desperate to the extreme before.
But I didn't think about it, after a while... the situation suddenly reversed.
"Master Fang... really defeated the Eight Yuan Commander?" Ren Le muttered to himself with his eyes wide open.
"Wow..."
While he was still in shock, a figure soared into the sky not far away.
From the perspective of breath, it was Tiannan that lifted off.
"... Let's go up and take a look too!" Qiu Liang gritted his teeth, calmed his mind, and said to Ren Le.
"Good!" Ren Le also agreed with suppressed excitement on his face.
"Whizzing!"
The two took off one after another.
…
"How do you feel? Eight yuan, do you want to continue playing?" Fang Yu asked with a warm and innocent smile.
"No, no, no..." Eight Yuan was terrified and shook his head again and again.
"Your choice is right. You have now been beaten from eight yuan to only two yuan. If you continue to beat, you may not even be worth five cents." Fang Yu said jokingly.
Ba Yuan couldn't understand Fang Yu's sarcasm, and his fear remained.
"Since you have given up, you should be very clear about what you should do next?" Fang Yu asked with cold light flashing in his eyes.
Ba Yuan looked at Fang Yu, his eyes widened.
He knew what Fang Yu was talking about.
Fang Yu wants him to surrender the power to control the top ten branches of the Eastern Region!
His power as the Great Commander of the Seven Stars!
For him, this power is the lifeblood.
But now, when the real life is threatened, he has no choice.
"Actually, I don't need to ask you either." Fang Yu said.
"Wow!"
After that, he grabbed the eight yuan and rushed towards the flywheel platform behind him.
"Shoo..."
After a while, I came to the flywheel platform and hovered in a high position directly in front of the flywheel platform.
At this time, nearly a thousand monks on the flywheel platform were still in an incredible state.
They saw the eight yuan in Fang Yu's hand.
His body was distorted, his face was covered with blood, and his entire head was beaten everywhere, which was terrible.
This is really their seven-star leader, Master Eight!
How can it be…
"You, how dare you seriously hurt Master Eight, you know..."
"Let's do it together and save Master Eight!"
"Whizzing!"
Dongfang Song and another six-star commander came back to their senses, and roared at Fang Yu.
"boom!"
But at this time, Fang Yu from a high place suddenly lifted his right palm and pressed it down.
"boom!"
The violent infuriating release directly forced the entire flywheel platform down for a certain distance.
The extreme coercion pressed on every monk on the flywheel platform.
The monk with a lower level of cultivation couldn't resist it, his knees were folded, and the whole person knelt to the ground.
And even the many star leaders with a higher cultivation level felt stiff in their limbs, and their shoulders were as heavy as a mountain on their backs, making it difficult to move.
Nearly a thousand subordinates brought by Eight Yuan, their faces were shocked at this moment, looking up at Fang Yu in the sky.
The fairy clothing on Fang Yu's body has now turned into a white garment.
White clothes fluttering, with aloof temperament.
"I only give you one chance. Either kneel and surrender, or... I will kill you all." Fang Yu glanced at the group of monks condescendingly, and said with a cold face.
Between the words, he raised the badly wounded Ba Yuan in front of him.
"Uh..."
The powerful infuriating energy directly affects Ba Yuan's body.
Ba Yuan shuddered all over and let out a sad scream.
Seeing this scene, none of the monks in Feilun Taishan didn't feel cold in their hearts, and their hearts froze.
Even Master Eight Yuan is not Fang Yu’s opponent, and he was tortured into such a miserable manner...
Do they still need to make a move!
Shot means death!
Realizing this, the hearts of many monks on the flywheel stage thumped straight.
Many cultivators with low cultivation levels could no longer bear the pressure and knelt down.
But the commander-level elite with a higher cultivation base gritted his teeth and was still struggling.
They represent the most powerful group of forces in the Eastern Region.
If they really kneel down to Fang Yu, it also symbolizes... the entire eastern region of the Kaishan Alliance has surrendered!
This is a very important event!
Once rumored, it will be a devastating blow to the majesty of the Kaishan Alliance!
And these monks who kneel down will also be regarded as a shame and traitor by the Kaishan Alliance.
But if you don’t kneel... they might be going to die now!
How to choose? How to choose!
"How about let Ba Yuan give you some suggestions?" Fang Yu turned Ba Yuan and faced the many subordinates on the flywheel platform.
"Kneel, kneel... You guys, kneel!" Ba Yuan was dripping blood all over, shaking violently, and his voice became blurred.
Witnessing the tragic situation of Eight Yuan again, the many subordinates on the flywheel platform... can no longer resist the inner fear.
"Puff puff… "
One by one, they knelt down bloodlessly.
The higher the level, the more reluctant.
But in the end, when only Dongfang Song was left... He looked at Ba Yuan and Fang Yu, who was like a rainbow, and knelt down with his face like ashes.
At this point, Ba Yuan and the elite subordinates he brought... all knelt down and surrendered to Fang Yu!
The dignity of the Eastern Region Division of the Kaishan Alliance was stepped on by Fang Yu!
"This… "
And this scene happened to be witnessed by Tiannan, Qiu Liang and Ren Le who had just arrived.
The three of them are the highest power holders of the third largest group, and it sounds like they are in high positions.
But now those who kneel and surrender to Fang Yu... are all the core high-level leaders from the Eastern Region!
There are four-star, five-star, and six-star commanders, all of them are the upper level!
But these high-ranking big men have lowered their arrogant heads, shivering under the feet of Fang Yu dressed in white.
This scene will definitely become an extremely strong stroke in the history of the Xuyuan Realm!