My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

"To deal with you, we don't need to attack you all at once. I am enough."

"Let's do it! This is a battle of dignity, but also a battle of life and death."

A strong fighting spirit emanated from him.

Obviously, he wanted to have a real man showdown with Feng Aotian.

This is truly a strange race.

When dealing with those who are stronger than them, they are servile and try their best to please them.

When dealing with those who are weaker than them, they are arrogant and act as if they are the best in the world.

When dealing with strong people of the same level, they will emphasize dignity and fairness.

While their bottom line is quite flexible, their ridiculous dignity is like underwear, firmly shaking on their pitiful and fragile hearts.

After Feng Aotian killed one of their members, they were certainly angry, but anger was secondary. They more recognized and treated his strength with a certain degree of respect.

As leader Taku Miyamoto issued a challenge to Feng Aotian, the other high-ranking members of the Chiyang clan seemed to be injected with chicken blood, their blood boiling and an inexplicable emotion rising.

The great elder Liu Songyimu said excitedly: "The leader is the most skilled warrior of the Chiyang Clan. To die at his hands is something he should be proud of."

"I remember the last time the leader valued him so much was a thousand years ago when he encountered a strong man of the same level as him. That time, the leader almost had to use his trump card to kill him."

"This person is quite remarkable. He was able to kill the four elders in an instant."

"I guess that even if he is not a supreme ninth-level strongman, he is still a supreme high-level strongman."

"But I don't know how long he can hold on."

"Can you hold on for a stick of incense?"

"Hard to say!"

"But I know that the chief never fights a battle he is not sure of. Since he has already taken action, he must be sure of victory."

"I just hope that this person is stronger and can show us a dispute between dragons and tigers, and bring us a wonderful final battle."

There was a lot of discussion!

Miyamoto Taku moved.

"choke……"

The sound of a sword cut through the sky, as if shaking for thousands of miles.

A flash of sword light streaked across the sky like a gorgeous rainbow, as if to destroy the heaven and earth and kill all enemies. With an incomparable sharp aura, it attacked Feng Aotian.

This knife even emitted a trace of the power of the sword rules.

"The leader... is so... so strong!"

An elder of the Chiyang tribe swallowed his saliva.

He had no doubt that if he were to be hit by this knife, he would definitely be dead.

Feng Aotian, can you block this knife?

The answer is of course yes.

It is undeniable that Miyamoto Taku, as a supreme ninth-level master, is an outstanding existence even among those in the same realm.

But who is Feng Aotian?

The three-eyed phoenix dog was once a great sage. This race has always had the reputation of being invincible in the same realm.

In Feng Aotian's view, mobilizing a trace of the power of rules in front of him was like a three-year-old child playing with a sword, overestimating his own abilities!

……

"choke……"

As Feng Aotian pointed his finger, a terrifying sword energy burst out.

The sword energy did not look sharp or overbearing.

But it broke Miyamoto Taku's sword energy directly with a speed as fast as lightning, and even the remaining force, without any weakening, went straight through Miyamoto Taku's body when his pupils suddenly shrank.

With a loud bang.

This man, who was known as the strongest in the entire Chiyang tribe, was beaten to death.

The corpse fell straight into the sky and crashed onto the island.

It's all a long story.

But everything happened in a flash.

To sum it up: The leader of the Chiyang tribe took action, and after swinging his sword, he was gone!

The result was no different from the previous four elders.

But the sensation this caused was absolutely earth-shattering.

"How... how is it possible?"

An elder of the Chiyang tribe had his pupils shrank, and he just stood there in a daze, his face miserable and his mind blank.

All the previous teasing disappeared, replaced by an uproar and disbelief.