Almighty Conceited Sovereign

If it was anyone else, Fang Shaobai would probably be furious even if she did not go berserk. What the hell, was Fang Shaobai trying to kill him just because she wanted to?    

But when Ba Qiong said it, Fang Shaobai actually didn't have any intention of erupting in rage, it wasn't because of his cheap bones, but the opposite. Instead, he felt that these words were spoken with sincerity from Ba Qiong's mouth, and didn't have the slightest intention of being a posturing maniac.    

They were all dead. One slap was enough to instantly kill them all. There was no pain nor side effects. It was like a long sleep. It was at least ten thousand times more comfortable than being crushed to death by a thousand cuts.    

Most importantly, Ba Qiong's strength was truly terrifying. Just from this sentence, there was an extremely tyrannical aura emanating from his body, as if the one standing in front of him was not a person, but rather an ancient Tyrant Wyrm that was awakening.    

Fang Shaobai could not help but feel her scalp go numb, "Wait!"    

Hm?    

Ba Qiong's rising aura was suddenly cut off. He couldn't help but look at Fang Shaobai suspiciously, "Kid, do you have anything else to say?"    

Fang Shaobai said angrily, "You unscrupulous fellow, look at yourself, do you still look like you're at the peak of the ninth stage?"    

"Why is it not counted? I have already suppressed my cultivation to the ninth level of Martial Master.    

"Bullshit!"    

Fang Shaobai was glad that she did not hear it, but the moment she heard it her head turned black, as she felt the urge to kick this bastard to death.    

It was better than singing. He had suppressed his cultivation to the ninth level of the Martial Master realm without even reaching its peak, yet he still gave in to him. This bastard had never moved his cultivation from the beginning to the end and had only relied on his extremely abnormal physical strength.    

Fang Shaobai even suspected that with this fellow's habit of being a little masochistic, even if he used all of his strength to fight a life and death battle, the number of times he used his cultivation as a form of strength could be counted on one hand right?    

In any case, with Fang Shaobai's eyesight, if this abnormal guy really met someone with the same strength as him, she would probably be excited, and directly rush forward to engage in a simple and crude physical combat.    

"Who the f * ck are you trying to fool? Elemental energy is a cultivation base while physical strength is not a cultivation base. What kind of logic is this?" What are you doing? You compressed your Yuan power to that of a level nine Martial Master, but your physical body and defensive power were not restrained at all. With your current strength, forget about challenging me, even Martial King would be kicked around like a ball by you, right? "    

Ba Qiong's face instantly turned lifeless and his tyrannical aura also instantly dissipated into nothingness.    

Just at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared over ten metres away. Fang Shaobai's eyelids jumped, she did not see how the opponent appeared, it was too fast, it was unbelievably fast, but the opponent's proud and aloof face was extremely familiar, isn't this the Hao Ying he met during the second challenge?    

At this moment, Hao Ying glanced at Ba Qiong with disdain, and ridiculed, "Hehe, I say you're really too shameless, you look so honest and honest, why are you so cunning.    

The moment he turned around, he glared at Hao Ying, and an incomparably terrifying tyrannical aura exploded. The muscles all over his body flashed with an unusual grey light, and a terrifying earth-shattering momentum was flung towards the sky.    

"Bastard! F * ck you! What business do you have with this? This challenge is mine! Scram!"    

Dong, dong, dong!    

Fang Shaobai's face turned pale white, she retreated a few dozen meters, but was still unable to get rid of the overflowing pressure.    

What a terrifying aura, what a frightening pressure. It was simply something that he had never seen before in his life. Among all of the strong practitioners Fang Shaobai had met up to now, there was not a single one that could compare to Ba Qiong.    

Amongst all the strong practitioners that Fang Shaobai had met, Martial King Xiao Nutian, who had far surpassed him in terms of the sense of pressure, could definitely be considered a fierce person. However, even in front of Ba Qiong, Xiao Nutian seemed as insignificant as an ant, as if she had become trash.    

As for the Dukang, Bai Xuan, the two Martial Emperor s had clashed for a short period of time. Although they were not using their full strength, and Fang Shaobai did not know what the bottom line of these two people was, she had a faint feeling that these two people were not a match for Ba Qiong.    

As for whether or not the great Emperor of the Du Family, who made many people talk about the changes in expression, could even hide his strength, Du Wancheng, would be able to do it.    

Puff!    

After retreating nearly a hundred meters, Fang Shaobai spat out a mouthful of blood and felt a little better.    

"F * ck, this scary bastard is too scary. He almost scattered my Martial Spirit with just a slight impact. If I were to be hit by his aura directly, wouldn't I become a pile of dregs?"    

Looking at Hao Ying who was completely unaffected by the impact of Ba Qiong's aura, a cold shiver went down Fang Shaobai's spine. Where in the world did she get these fellows from?    

"Hehe, you're angry? "I won't f * * k off. What about it? Do you want to fight? Come on, I'm afraid you won't want to fight me."    

Hao Ying still had a face full of disdain, not putting Ba Qiong in her eyes at all. This was simply a provocation. A warrior could be killed but not humiliated. A person who had nothing better to do could only urinate. After all, he was born with it. Even if he were to be provoked, he had to do it himself.    

Fang Shaobai felt that if it was him, no matter what, she would go up and fight. Judging from the extremely tyrannical aura of Ba Qiong, he was most likely a person who loved to battle, so he had no choice but to go up and do battle with Qin Wentian.    

Who would have thought that this Ba Qiong would immediately give up. He snorted and said, "Tsk, fighting is fine, if you have the ability don't dodge. Let's fight head on and see who falls to the ground and pleads for mercy."    

Fang Shaobai staggered and almost spat out blood. Damn it, this guy looked tyrannical, how could she be so unscrupulous? She was simply a fearless bandit, how could she tell others not to dodge before a fight?    

Sure enough, after Hao Ying heard Ba Qiong's words, she laughed out loud. "I knew you smelly reptile don't have the guts to fight with my grandfather. Just with you, my grandfather will teach you a lesson!"    

Before he finished laughing, the corner of Ba Qiong's mouth curved up in a sinister curve, his fist suddenly punched straight at Hao Ying.    

Assault! It was definitely a surprise attack!    

A simple straight punch was like a secular disciple who had just started practicing martial arts. He could not even be considered as a rank.    

Just this one punch that relied on his physical strength to suddenly explode had caused the complacent Hao Ying's face to change drastically. He bellowed angrily, "Ba Qiong, you bastard, you motherf * cker, you actually launched a sneak attack!"    

"Hahaha, you are the f * cking bastard! You are just a cowardly little bird. Your father has finally caught you once. I don't care if you sneak attack or not, take my punch and curse again!"    

Hao Ying's face immediately became solemn, and a huge imposing aura erupted forth. He pushed out his hands, and instantly drew out a profound trajectory, with rays of light flashing slightly, it was not as dazzling as the sun, but rather, it soared into the sky like a gale of the nine heavens.    

Eh?    

Fang Shaobai's vision was limited, she was unable to see what kind of martial skill the two of them were using. But she still felt weird.    

If he remembered correctly, Hao Ying's speed was extremely terrifying, even with a low cultivation level, Fang Shaobai still couldn't compare to him.    

Furthermore, with how Ba Qiong was constantly cursing him, Fang Shaobai was completely certain that Hao Ying's speed was far superior to Ba Qiong's. With her speed and movement, Ba Qiong should not be able to do anything to Hao Ying.    

Furthermore, Hao Ying should be fearful of Ba Qiong's battle power, so she would rarely go head to head against him. Once Ba Qiong made his move, he should have immediately dodged it.    

However, Hao Ying did not dodge it. Instead, after a moment of rage, she chose to seriously face it head on, and even used a defensive posture?    

That's not right!    

That shouldn't be!    

This is not scientific    

As he watched Ba Qiong's fist get closer and closer to Hao Ying, and his speed getting slower and slower, Hao Ying's face became more and more unsightly. He looked as if he was about to cry, and was just a step away from cursing at his eighteen generations of ancestors.    

Fang Shaobai's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Ba Qiong's punch contained mysteries? It's not that Hao Ying did not want to dodge, but rather that he simply could not?    

Suspicious in his heart, Fang Shaobai couldn't help but have the thought of peeking at them. He immediately activated his martial spirit and all of his senses, completely focusing on Ba Qiong's incredibly simple punch.    

Even though they were a hundred meters apart, the image of Ba Qiong's huge fist clearly appeared in his mind.    

Trembling!    

It was an incredibly strange trembling!    

Fang Shaobai suddenly realized that Ba Qiong's straight punch contained an extremely strange trembling when it was pushed forward slowly. It was a kind of mysterious rhythm, as though every tremble of the fist was compatible with the pulse of the universe. With a tremble of the fist, a boundless energy would turn into invisible ripples that struck towards Hao Ying, and it was these ripples that locked onto Hao Ying's body.    

A world-shaking punch!    

This was an extremely terrifying punch!    

The more Fang Shaobai looked at it, the more terrified she felt as if she was being crushed by the energy of heaven and earth. He simply couldn't imagine what it would be like if this fist had landed on her body. Oh no, if this fist was aimed at him, she probably wouldn't even be able to get hit by it.    

This punch, on the other hand, was delivered by Ba Qiong with the strength of his fleshly body. There was not the slightest trace of elemental energy. It was only at this moment that Fang Shaobai finally understood, what cultivation level, what kind of Origin Energy, was completely meaningless to Ba Qiong. From this, his terrifying fist skill, no matter how powerful his cultivation was, would be crushed by Ba Qiong!