Unparalleled Martial God

Only when Yang Fu's angry voice entered their ears did they come back to their senses. All the strangeness had already disappeared and the white flames had also entered Chu Yang's body.    

The crowd only saw the red-faced Yang Fu angrily attack.    

The blood wheel spun at high speed, cutting through the void. It turned into a ten meter wide spatial storm as it flew towards Chu Yang.    

In the darkness of the space storm, the scene was a deep blood-red. It was as if a blood demon had left the dark night, rushing to slaughter all of the living and collect all of their blood so that they could have a good meal.    

It was rather frightening. However, the crowd began to laugh involuntarily. This should be the third time they had slapped their faces.    

If Yang Fu hadn't specifically mentioned it earlier, they wouldn't have noticed it and wouldn't have discovered such a joke.    

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!    

The blood-colored wheel, the blood-colored light that looked like a saber wheel, brought with it a sharp whistling sound and an extremely sharp aura. Chu Yang woke up from a wonderful state as if his comprehension of the Dao had been interrupted.    

In this short period of time, he had comprehended a great deal about the tribulation of the literary Dao.    

He stretched out two fingers, and each finger emitted a flame. One of them was the path of cultivation, and the other was the path of martial dao, the path of martial dao, the path of fire tribulation.    

Two fingers came together and two clusters of flames fused together. With another flick and a 'chi' sound, the cluster of flames shot out and met the blood wheel.    

The blood wheel was like an illusion. Once it was illuminated by the real flame, it disappeared; the blood wheel was like a bubble that exploded with a popping sound. It did not form any destructive power, nor did it release any energy.    

In the silence, it all happened. It was over. Everything had been burned down. It was terrifying.    

The color of space rapidly closed, and the three Zhang wide, perfectly straight spatial storm belt also completely disappeared. Only the cluster of flames had a little bit of darkness.    

The flame in that spot was like the light of some family in the night, waiting for someone to return. It flickered in the darkness and did not extinguish for a long time.    

The sparrow remained silent. That cluster of flames seemed to possess some sort of magic, no one was able to shift their gaze away from it.    

"Excuse me, but this is the third time you've been slapped in the face!"    

As Chu Yang spoke, the flame in his hand returned and entered his body, disappearing without a trace. Everyone's gaze followed the cluster of flames and landed on his body. It was as if they wanted to see through him and see through the cluster of flames in the deepest part of his body.    

What kind of flames were these?! The attacks of a saint were like paper!    

"How dare you insult me like that!"    

Only Yang Fu reacted to Chu Yang's words. It was extremely intense.    

"Humiliate you!" Chu Yang was extremely indifferent, "Don't misunderstand, you brought your face to me, I only satisfied you, didn't I?"    

In such a short period of time, he had used up a Saint's Origin, and in a fight later, he would have to use another Saint's Origin. With such great consumption, he would have to collect some interest.    

Yang Fu looked constipated, and trembled in anger: "Lowly, do you really think you've won? I was just being a little more cautious, or you would have had such a chance. "    

It was as if a stone had caused a thousand ripples, and everyone who heard it could not help but burst into an uproar.    

"Even though the Nirvana Flame is shocking, what Yang Fu said is the truth."    

"That's right. If Yang Fu had gone all out just now, Song Tangming would not have had the chance to comprehend. He would have been dead by now."    

"Even now, Song Tang Ming might not even be able to kill Yang Fu, a Saint. Furthermore, during the process of his comprehension, his Fa Li, which was not much at first, would definitely be greatly consumed. I'm afraid that he won't have much Fa Li left. "    

"There is a price to be paid for slapping someone in the face as well. This Song Tangming's decision is very wise."    

"..."    

Many people spoke the truth. When Yang Fu heard these voices, his expression became even more vicious. The truth was also the same. He would definitely be able to recover all the humiliation he had suffered very quickly.    

However, his master was not as optimistic – Yang Linji, who had been silent all this time, looked more and more solemn. According to what he said, Song Tang and Ming Dong should have already lost their mana, but what about the result?    

"We should be able to know the answer soon!"    

Yang Linyi muttered to himself, unable to understand.