Now that you have betrayed the sect, who will still pamper you?.

Chapter 932: Kill me if you want, don’t even think about insulting me! “How, how is it possible…”

Wang Qingfeng collapsed to the ground, his Adam's apple rolling, and he swallowed hard.

With the determination to die, he tried his best to detonate the blood-colored lotus, but it failed to shake Jiang Han at all!

No, something must be wrong.

He subconsciously clenched his right hand, but missed. The natal orb that should have appeared in his palm at the right time disappeared.

Yes, his life-saving magic weapon has been destroyed. Now his spiritual power and divine consciousness are completely exhausted. He has no power to resist anymore and can only become a prey to others and be humiliated.

The next moment, an extremely terrifying invisible pressure came crashing down, causing his body to tremble. He couldn't help but grit his teeth and groan, and even raising his head became extremely difficult.

"Friend Wang, this blood lotus tastes good, but it's a pity there aren't enough of them. Could you give me a few more so I can savor them carefully?"

Wang Qingfeng didn't say anything, but just stared with his eyes wide open and held up his neck to prevent himself from lowering his head.

The other party was clearly trying to humiliate him, so he wouldn't bother himself.

He can lose, but he can't allow himself to be humiliated!

Jiang Han seemed to understand something and said gently, "Well, I was rude. Fellow Daoist Wang has already given his all to withstand my sword for so long. I'm sure he doesn't have the energy left for anything else."

Hearing this, Wang Qingfeng's eyes suddenly burst into anger, and he wished he could tear the person in front of him into pieces.

But soon, he forced himself to swallow the anger in his eyes and closed his eyes in despair.

Now it is inevitable that we will lose, and it will be futile to resist.

He didn't want to do anything shameful under the public's watchful eyes. If that was the case, he might as well die painfully at the hands of the other party's sword.

The reason why he didn't speak was not because he was being aloof, but because he wanted to keep the last bit of dignity for himself.

Not long ago, he was still talking nonsense and lecturing Jiang Han as a senior.

But in just a blink of an eye, the opponent crushed his foundation with his strength, and those preachings turned into slaps in his face.

What's even more outrageous is that he laughed out loud in front of so many people and even shouted some very embarrassing words.

As happy as he was laughing then, he felt ashamed now. He wished he could die on the spot rather than face the subsequent ridicule.

The more Wang Qingfeng thought about it, the more annoyed he became. The glances from all around him were like sharp swords, piercing straight into his heart and shattering his dignity.

His face turned red, and he couldn't help but open his eyes and yell, "Shut up!"

"It's just a matter of winning or losing. Wang, Wang... Wang is not someone who can't afford to lose!"

His heart ached. His Emerald Spiritual Branch, his life-defining magical weapon, his face...

It’s gone, all gone…

He closed his eyes tremblingly, begging the other party to end it quickly.

He no longer had the strength to fight back. As disciples of the same Five Sects, why did they have to humiliate him like this? Why couldn't they give him a decent treatment?

The surroundings were silent, with only the sound of the wind caused by the flowing blood.

Wang Qingfeng waited for a long time but Jiang Han didn't give him the final blow, so he couldn't help but open his eyes and look.

Seeing that the other party was just staring at the bloody scene motionlessly, he suddenly became furious and shouted:

"Jiang Han, if you want to kill me, then kill me. Don't try to humiliate me and force me to beg for mercy!!"

His whole body was in excruciating pain, and he didn't have even a drop of spiritual energy left. Let alone fighting back, he couldn't even move.

The opponent had already cut off all his chances of winning, yet still refused to let him leave. It was clear that he was deliberately humiliating him!

Jiang Han glanced sideways and suddenly exclaimed:

"Hey, you're still here. Sorry, I forgot about you. Wait a minute, I'll be right there."

Wang Qingfeng was almost furious. He glared at Jiang Han, opened his mouth wide but was trembling and unable to speak.

What does he mean? What does he mean?

What do you mean by forgetting him? There were only the two of them fighting in the ring, how could he forget him?!

“Ahhhhhhhhh!!! Asshole!!”

Wang Qingfeng's eyes were red, like an angry kitten, his limbs dancing wildly and his body struggling hard.

His original free and easy temperament was completely gone, and blood continued to seep out of his chest, but he didn't care. He just tightly gripped the hilt of the sword on his chest, using all his strength, roaring and trying to pull out the sword.

As the blood-born son of a Divine Transformation cultivator, he is gifted and intelligent, and has had a smooth life since childhood. He has everything he wants.

In order to test the power of his domain, his father even took great pains to invite an elder who had also attained the state of incarnation and had the same understanding to teach him personally.

He once thought that he would be one of the strongest people standing at the top in the future, and his achievements would even be higher than his father's.

But today, this inconspicuous Jiang Han crushed his confidence to pieces with a wave of his hand.

All his background, experience, magic weapons and determination to fight to the death were so vulnerable in front of the opponent that they would shatter at the slightest touch.

It was not until then that he realized how weak he was in front of a true genius. Even if he tried his best, he could not shake the other party in the slightest.

All the arrogance and confidence of the past collapsed at this moment.

If he loses, he loses. He is not someone who can't afford to lose.

But his background does not allow him to be bullied like this!

“Ah! Pull it out for me!!”

Wang Qingfeng roared to the sky, his voice hoarse, and blood oozing from the corners of his eyes.

He had made up his mind to escape this humiliation even at the cost of his life.

But at this moment, a calm voice slowly sounded in his ears.

"Friend Wang, do you need help?"

The face that was distorted by roaring suddenly froze, and the little strength that his hands had finally mustered disappeared in an instant.

His hands hung down limply, and Wang Qingfeng looked at Jiang Han with lifeless eyes. He wanted to say something, but he only felt his eyes wet, and then he lay down weakly.

Although his body was still alive, he felt like he was dead.

The other party humiliated him so mercilessly that he should have risked his life to preserve his dignity.

However, he couldn't move at all now, and didn't even have the chance to self-destruct his Nascent Soul.

Not only that, in front of the other party, he was like an unarmed baby, without even a shred of resistance. He could only watch the bastard laugh at him wantonly.

Help? What help? This is a great shame!!!

The breathing sounds around suddenly became much heavier, and the cultivators looked at Jiang Han with horror in their eyes.

Rumors were just rumors after all. When they saw it with their own eyes, they realized that Jiang Han was a hundred times more vicious than the rumors said!

That Wang Qingfeng is the core disciple of Lingtian Sect, and his strength is second only to that of Fairy Mo.

Normally, if they met Wang Qingfeng, they could only be humble and try to please him, not daring to offend him in the slightest.

But Jiang Han pressed him to the ground and rubbed him continuously, not even letting him go when he was almost dead, and kept humiliating him.

He was so lawless that he simply didn't take Lingtian Sect seriously!

This behavior was too arrogant, which made everyone more afraid of Jiang Han. They made up their minds that they would not provoke this person even if it meant death.