Absolute Martial God Emperor

Chapter 5 Shock the audience!

"Mu Xue will stay with me, as for you, get out of here, don't be an eyesore here!" Wang Cheng, who had not spoken all this time, showed a trace of impatience.

Seeing the impatient look on Wang Cheng's face, Liu Ming nodded quickly.

Today he must take good care of Wangcheng, and if he wants Wangcheng to be happy, he needs to do two things. One is to strip Mu Xue naked and send him to Wangcheng's bed. No wind, get out!

"Are you going to get out by yourself, or do you want me to do it?" Liu Ming came to Mo Wufeng, put on a very high posture, and said coldly.

In his opinion, a waste at the third level of spirit gathering is not worth his shot, even though he is only at the fourth level of gathering spirit.

Mo Wufeng turned his head and looked at Liu Ming with an indifferent expression, without saying a word.

"Hmph, it seems that I still need to do it, you..." Seeing that Mo Wufeng hadn't moved, Liu Ming sneered and grabbed Mo Wufeng.

"Snapped!"

However, before Liu Ming finished speaking, a crisp slap sounded in the box, and Mo Wufeng slapped Liu Ming directly on the face. The huge force made his body stay in place. Turn around!
Liu Ming only felt his eyes go dark, a burning pain came from his cheek, and there was a trace of blood in his mouth.

"What are you, you dare to touch me?" Mo Wufeng glanced at the stunned Liu Ming, and said coldly.

He is a majestic evil god, the emperor of the emperor's domain, and his status is extremely noble, but he just doesn't want to be serious with these ants, and they even put their noses in the face!

"You...you dare to hit me, you fucking trash, you dare to hit me!" Liu Ming covered his right cheek, the pain was so painful that he almost lost his mind.

"Noisy tongue!" Hearing Liu Ming's roar, Mo Wufeng slapped Liu Ming's left face again.

This Liu Ming was also one of the murderers who harmed Mu Xue in the previous life, so Mo Wufeng didn't hold back at all. Nearly [-] catties of force poured on Liu Ming's head, smashing half of his head into the box. On the floor, and Liu Ming, there was no movement at all, and passed out!

Mo Wufeng's sudden violent attack also stunned the children of the aristocratic families in the box.

However, his family quickly came to their senses. Their strength was at the sixth level of gathering spirits, and Wangcheng even reached the eighth level of gathering spirits. In their eyes, the fight between Mo Wufeng and Liu Ming It's just a kid's play house!

"Hmph, what a waste!" Seeing Liu Ming lying on the ground unable to move, all the children of the aristocratic family snorted coldly.

"I'll give you one last chance, get out, if I do something, you'll have to lie down and go out!" Wang Cheng stood up and looked at Mo Wufeng indifferently. From the beginning to the end, he never looked at Mo Wufeng directly. , even if Mo Wufeng is driven out now, it is the same.

"Boy, I advise you, if you don't want to die, get out!" Zheng Xi seemed to be kindly reminding Mo Wufeng.

But facing the threats from Wang Cheng and Zheng Xi, Mo Wufeng remained expressionless, even raised his steps and walked towards Wang Cheng.

"Boy, you are looking for death!" Seeing that Mo Wufeng was walking towards him recklessly, Wang Cheng grinned.

His strength has reached the eighth level of gathering spirits. For a waste like Mo Wufeng, he can hit fifty or sixty by himself. These days, there are really people who have lived enough and hit the muzzle of the gun!
Wang Cheng clenched his fist tightly, and the white spiritual power visible to the naked eye covered the fist thinly. This is the release of spiritual power that only the eighth level of gathering spirit can do!

In an instant, Mo Wufeng came in front of Wang Cheng.

A bloodthirsty light flashed in Wang Cheng's eyes, he raised his fist, and slammed it fiercely at Mo Wufeng.

Wang Cheng's fist was so fast that it even left a series of sonic booms in the air, and the fist hit Mo Wufeng's face directly. If he really hit it, Mo Wufeng's head would explode directly!

In an instant, Wang Cheng's fist was less than a foot away from Mo Wufeng's head.

The smile on Wang Cheng's face became more and more ferocious. At this moment, he seemed to have seen the scene where Mo Wufeng's head exploded and blood splattered everywhere.

Thinking of this, the blood in his body couldn't help boiling up, and the strength in his hand increased a bit.

Zheng Xi, Lu You and other aristocratic children watched this scene with a sneer on their lips.

They are well aware of the cruelty of Wangcheng, and because of the resources of the Wang family, Wangcheng's strength has already reached the eighth level of gathering spirits. Even they dare not fight Wangcheng head-on, let alone someone like Mo Wufeng. Waste!

Especially when they saw that Mo Wufeng also punched Wang Cheng's fist.

"It's really courting death!"

Wang Cheng saw that Mo Wufeng not only did not evade, but chose to fight head-on, the smile on his face became even brighter.

The next moment, the two fists of Wang Cheng and Mo Wufeng slammed into each other.

"Oh!"

"Crack!"

There was a muffled sound, accompanied by the crisp sound of bones breaking.

"Mo Wufeng's arm is useless!"

"But he's also smart, it's worth it to trade his arm for his head!"

Hearing the sound of bones breaking, Zheng Xi and Lu You sneered and talked, in their opinion, the collision between Mo Wufeng and Wang Cheng was nothing more than hitting a stone with an egg.

"what!"

"Ah! My . . . my arm!"

But the next moment, the smiles on the faces of Zheng Xi and Lu You froze, because the one who shouted was not Mo Wufeng, but Wang Cheng's voice!

The two quickly turned their heads to look, at this time Wangcheng was overturned on the ground, his right hand was twisted to [-] degrees, the white bones had already pierced the skin, exposed outside, scarlet blood sprayed all over the ground, It looks extremely dazzling.

Looking at the other side, Mo Wufeng stood there like a rock, with no hair on his body, and still maintained the posture of punching.

Zheng Xi and Lu You looked astonished, they collided, and the loser was Wang Cheng of the Eighth Level of Spirit Gathering Realm!

How is this possible?This is absolutely impossible!
Didn't Liu Ming say that Mo Wufeng's strength is only at the third level of gathering spirits?How could he win against Wang Cheng, who was head-on at the eighth level of Gathering Spirits?

Before they came back to their senses, they saw Mo Wufeng strode forward and stepped on Wang Cheng's head.

"You let me go?" Mo Wufeng asked calmly, looking down at Wangcheng.

"Evil, my son is a child of the Wang family. If you dare to touch me, my Wang family will never let you go!"

With Mo Wufeng stepping on his head, Wang Cheng seemed to have seen the gate of hell, his face was startled and terrified, and he roared at the top of his voice.

The violent movement involved his broken arm, and he couldn't help shaking from the pain.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Xi, Lu You and other aristocratic disciples also changed their complexions, they quickly stood up from their seats and shouted at Mo Wufeng.

"Mo Wufeng, you are looking for death, and you dare to hurt Mr. Wangcheng!"

"Hmph, Young Master Wangcheng, but you are a direct descendant of the Wang family, you just wait to die!"

"Let go of Young Master Wang Cheng!"

The children of the aristocratic families clamored, but no one stepped forward.

Hearing the clamor of those aristocratic children, Mo Wufeng turned his head suddenly, staring at them with purple eyes.

Stared at by Mo Wufeng's evil eyes, Zheng Xi and the others trembled, a fear from the depths of their souls made their faces turn pale. At this moment, they seemed to be stared at by a god, I didn't even dare to take a breath...

Now in the minds of everyone, there is a question that is constantly echoing.

Mo Wufeng, is he really just a waste in the third level of gathering spirits?

(End of this chapter)