Nine Suns Soulless

Chapter 393 Domineering
Mo Tian opened his eyes.

At this moment, after some meditation and comprehension before, his experience in using the Dragon Subduing Divine Leg has become more subtle, but it is still some distance away from breaking through to the subtle transformation state.

But if you continue to feel it, there is not much meaning. You still need to wait for the opportunity and fight a few more games.

Moreover, after adjusting the breath for a period of time, Motian felt that the toxins in the internal organs had lightened a little.

Since there is no need to continue to comprehend, let's take a good look.

Mo Tian's eyes fell on Lin Yang.

Lin Yang's eyes were as sharp as a falcon, and his aura was extremely restrained, but as long as he stared at him a few more times, a feeling of extreme danger would arise in his heart.

This is definitely a very terrifying opponent!

Lin Yang, who walked onto the ring, glanced slightly at his opponent, and in an instant, the corner of that person's eyes couldn't help but twitch.

A look of fear appeared in the man's eyes.

"Hmph! Lin Yang, don't think I'm afraid of you!" The man emboldened himself. Although the momentum in his tone was good, he didn't see any action for a long time.

Regarding this, Lin Yang didn't express at all, he just put his hands behind his back and looked at the other party indifferently.

Breathe...

two breaths...

three breaths...

At the end of the third breath, Lin Yang's opponent had sweat dripping from his forehead.

The strong pressure made him dare not make a move at all.

It seemed that when facing Lin Yang, it was like an ant facing a giant.

That kind of feeling makes people feel powerless.

"Ah! I'm not afraid of you..."

call……

The other party roared wildly, and then rushed towards Lin Yang shouting.

However, even though the man had already rushed forward, Lin Yang remained motionless, just looking at him indifferently.

When the man finally rushed to a distance of one meter in front of Lin Yang, he stopped with a pale face.

"I... I... I admit defeat..."

Such a strange scene made countless people extremely astonished.

Is this a win?

Isn't this nonsense?

Lin Yang hasn't made a move yet, his opponent has already rushed in front of him, and the raised fist has not yet been smashed down, so he just surrendered?

Can anyone explain, what is going on here?

One must know that no matter how weak the person who can pass the trial of Yuelongyuan, he should be a genius among his peers.

but……

Seeing such a result, everyone really couldn't understand.

"It's so powerful and domineering, it can subdue others without fighting. Qilin Batianjue is really powerful!" Shang Chen praised, and the eyes that looked at Lin Yang became more appreciative.

Hearing this, many powerful people couldn't help but secretly nodded.

"It turned out to be the Qilin Overlord Art!"

"As expected, it is one of the three most sacred soul arts of the Xuanyue Sect. It is indeed terrifying!"

"After a long time, that guy was scared to surrender by Lin Yang's Qilin Batian Jue? The Holy Soul Jue is so terrifying?"

"According to the rumors, after the Qilin Batian Art has been cultivated to a certain level, it can produce a terrifying domineering aura, which is enough to shock the enemy and make the enemy lose their fighting spirit. It seems that the rumors are true."

"Unexpectedly, Lin Yang has already practiced the Qilin Batian Art to this level!"

"The strength of the ten major disciples of Xuan Yue Shenzong is really strong!"

"..."

The way people looked at Lin Yang became different.

If you only heard about his name before, so you thought he was very powerful, then now you have seen it with your own eyes, and your heart is full of joy.

"No. 81 wins!" Old Wu's voice resounded loudly.

clap clap clap...

clap clap clap...

Enthusiastic applause and excited applause sounded instantly.

The eyes of many women looking at Lin Yang became peachy.

After all, Lin Yang's indifferent and ruthless appearance is still very attractive to the opposite sex.

But all these women already know that the person Lin Yang loves is Princess Nine.

This time Lin Yang came to participate in the battle of the Qinglong list, and it was all for the nine princesses.

They can only be envious and jealous.

Ignoring anyone, Lin Yang turned around and walked off the ring, returned to his seat, and sat down calmly.

For him, such an opponent cannot be called an opponent at all.

He is not qualified to be his own opponent.

"The next game..."

Mr. Wu has already projected the contestants who will play in the next game through the golden book.

And people are still talking about Lin Yang's domineering performance just now.

It wasn't until the two of them played in full swing in the new round that people's attention was attracted again, and the sound of applause and shouts echoed in the void again.

Miao Weixi's gaze fell on Lin Yang slightly.

"That guy is really strong!"

"Wei Xi, tell me, can Brother Mo beat Lin Yang?" Zhuo Renjun asked via voice transmission.

"Junior Brother Xiaotian will definitely win." Miao Weixi replied without hesitation.

Zhuo Renjun glanced at Miao Weixi in surprise.

Such a straightforward answer?
Didn't even think about it?

"It seems that Wei Xi really loves Brother Mo, but it's true, even if it's me, I definitely hope that Brother Mo can win."

Thoughts flashed by, Zhuo Renjun smiled, stopped thinking about it, and turned his attention to the ring.

The battle is going on one game at a time.

The two princesses of the royal family, and one prince, also passed the first round of the competition smoothly, and all three of them showed quite strong strength.

But it's not surprising, if they didn't have such strength, the royal family probably wouldn't let them come out to be ashamed.

"The next game, No. 69, against No. [-]."

Following Wu Lao's voice, two contestants stepped onto the ring.

One of the blue-shirted youths had very sinister eyes and a cold evil smile on the corner of his mouth.

And his opponent was a young man with a straight face.

Boom!

The battle between the two was on the verge of breaking out, but it was only for a short moment, and the young man with a straight face fell directly to the ground.

The shady young man stomped on the opponent's face and opened his mouth, unable to even utter the words of surrender.

"Hehehe... Do you want to surrender? If you miss you, you have to say it. If you don't say it, how do I know? If I don't know, then I can only continue to step on you, hehehe..."

With a playful sneer, the shady young man's face was full of amusement.

But his opponent was actually collapsed on the ring, unable to move an inch.

"It's his shoes! His shoes are soul print shoes!"

"Damn it, isn't that guy too much? Just win, but he still humiliates others like this."

"The grade of the soul-printed shoes is not low."

"The soul-printed shoes of the third-rank peak! Who is that guy?"

"Damn, it's too bullying. Just the power of the soul-printed shoes is enough to fight against the soul master of the sixth level of the twelfth floor."

"that is……"

Voices of dissatisfaction came one after another.

However, no one can stop the shady young man from humiliating his opponent.

But at this time, the gaze of the shady young man moved slightly, and fell on Mo Tian.

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Hey hey hey..."

(End of this chapter)